Roshambo / Tormund Giantsbane

5. Not Your Girl

"Salem?"

"Enter peasent!" Salem cackled out. Jon chuckled peering in.

"You are a little shit," jon decided.

"Umm correction. Your favorite little shit." Salem assured. Jon nodded sitting beside her on the couch. She leaned into him. "Oh no is this a serious talk?"

"Hey can we have a talk about petyr Baelish?"

"Why?" Salem quieted slightly.

"You told me Lord Baelish sold you to the Boltons."

"He did." She agreed.

"And you trust him?" Jon questioned and salem chuckled.

"Only a fool would trust Littlefinger." Salem corrected "we, well we used each other." She admitted. "Is he back?"

"Yes." Jon admitted. "With the knights of the vale."

"Oh yeah. Petyr is sort of lord of the vale now." Salem agreed "i should have told you about him, about the Knights of the Vale. But i forgot about them."

"Okay." Jon agreed. "Petyr and you-"

"Dont worry Jon. I know how to protect my heart. Thats how I killed my in laws without mercy." Salem assured. Jon chucked.

"Good point. Im glad you did it. Roose I mean. Im glad you got to get redemption for Robb."

"Me too, oh speaking of the dead." She leaned back oulling out a scroll. "A raven came from the Citadel. A white raven." Jon took it gently from her. "Winter is here."

"Well, Father always promised, didn't he?"

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"Forgive me, my lady... if you're at prayer." Petyr remarked taking a step back.

"I'm done with all that." sansa corrected "I came here every day when I was a girl. I prayed to be somewhere else. Back then I only thought about what I wanted, never about what I had. I was a stupid girl." Sansa muttered walking off. Petyrs eyes followed her until he saw Salem.

"Petyr. What are you doing back?" Salem questioned.

"Came to help."

"I didnt need help." Salem corrected. "You left me here and now... now that the hard work is done you come in? Try and be helpful?"

"Salem-"

"What do you want petyr?" Salem sassed.

"I thought you knew what I wanted." Petyr mused.

"Me." Salem offered tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"You." Petyr agreed touching her cheek. "Its always been you."

"Well apparently there is a line. A long line." Salem corrected "you might have to fight a wildling that has staked his claim. Unrealistically of course but he thinks he has a shot." Salem offered.

"I am willing to fight for you."

"Die trying petyr. I used you. You used me. Thats the end of that."

"Was it though? Is it though?" Petyr questioned.

"The moment you dropped me off at winterfell and told me to marry Ramsay. The moment you kissed me the crypts. That was the end for us. There was no coming back." Salem assured him.

"You know Salem, Every time I'm faced with a decision, I close my eyes and see the same picture. Whenever I consider an action, I ask myself will this action help to make this picture a reality?" Petyr remarked salem stared back at him. "Pull it out of my mind and into the world? And I only act if the answer is yes. A picture of me on the Iron Throne... and you by my side."