Guiltless / Theon Greyjoy

15. Sweet Summer Child

'Fewer eyes back here, my Lady. But still too many.' Rodrick Cassel reminded

''It's nine years since I've set foot in the capital. And no one knew who I was the last time I came either.' Catelyn reminded him

'My Lady.' Rodrick agreed

''Welcome to King's Landing, Lady Stark. Would you mind following us?' a guard said and Catelyn hesitated

''I would. We've done nothing wrong.' Catelyn assured

''We've been instructed to escort you into the city.'' The guard told her

''Instructed? I don't know who's providing your instructions, but...' Catelyn said defensively

'Follow me, Lady Stark.' She took hesitant steps her fists clenched as she walked through the city only to see Petyr Baelish.

'Cat! Go on. Go upstairs.' Petyr told her

'You little worm! You take me for some back-alley Sally you can drag into a...' Catelyn hissed.

"Where is mother?" Bran questioned. 

"She went to try and find out... something that happened while you were asleep." Rieka offered. 

''I meant no disrespect to you of all people.' Petyr assured, he ran a few brothels and having Catelyn here was better than anywhere else in his mind.

'How dare you bring me here! Have you lost your mind?' Catelyn spat

'No one will come looking for you here. Isn't that what like you wanted?' Petyr countered 'I'm truly sorry... about the locale.'

''How did you know I was coming to King's Landing?' Catelyn questioned hesitantly.

'A dear friend told me.' Petyr told her kindly.

''Lady Stark.'' Varys said stepping forward

''Lord Varys.' She retorted

"To see you again after so many years is a blessing.'' Varys remarked

''How did you know I was coming?' Catelyn asked defensively.

'Knowledge is my trade, my Lady. Did you bring the dagger with you, by any chance?' Varys questioned and Catelyn stared at him a moment longer. 'My little birds are everywhere. Even in the north. They whisper to me the strangest stories.'' Varys told her as she held it out. 'Valyrian steel.' He remarked.

'Do you know whose dagger this is?'

''I must admit I do not.'' Varys answered.

"Something happened when I was asleep, you were hurt." Bran pushed and Theon placed a tray of food before Bran. "Tell me whats going on." Bran begged. 

"Your sister is a bad ass." Theon remarked. 

"Summer did all the real work." Rieka corrected. "Dont worry honey, its over." Theon nodded pulling a grape from brans plate and popping it into his mouth. 

''Well, well, this is an historic day. Something you don't know that I do. There's only one dagger like this in all of the Seven Kingdoms. It's mine.'' Petyr remarked

' Yours?' Catelyn spat.

''At least it was, until the tournament on Prince Joffrey's last name day. I bet on Ser Jaime in the jousting, as any sane man would. When the Knight of the Flowers unseated him, I lost this dagger.'' Petyr informed her.

'To whom?" Catelyn demanded

''Tyrion Lannister. The Imp.''

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