Roshambo / Tormund Giantsbane

16. Move On

"I found it, my Lord." Wolkan remarked holding out a scroll.  "It took some searching. Maester Llewyn's archives are thorough." Petyr read the note over before looking back to Wolken.

"Oh the maidens hair was-" Tormund was singing down the halls and Arya slapped a hand out and clamped his lips shut. She hushed him, sending back a glare. 

" Are you sure this is the only copy at Winterfell?"

"Yes, my Lord." Wolkan agreed

"Lady Stark thanks you for your service." Petyr remarked fondly as he went into his chambers.

"Don't make a sound." Arya demanded. Tormund gaped back at her but not a moment later Petyr locked his door and left. Arya picked the lock promptly and began looking around.

"What are you doing?" Tormund questioned. 

"Shut up." Arya countered. She opened a cabinet but found nothing of value. She checked another cabinet, then looked in the fireplace and above the mantle finding nothing. She lifted up the mattress and found a small hole cut into the bedding. She reached in and retrieved the raven scroll. She unrolled it carefully reading it through.

"What's that?" Tormund questioned, Arya shot him a glare. "Yeah, yeah, shut up." He agreed. "You are just like your sister, its annoying." Tormund decided. "I want to get in good with-"

"Shut up." Arya demanded. "Robb, I write to you with a heavy heart. Our good king Robert is dead, killed from wounds he took in a boar hunt. Father has been charged with treason." Arya mumbled. "He conspired with Robert's brothers against my beloved Joffrey and tried to steal his throne. The Lannisters are treating me very well and provide me with every comfort. I beg you: come to King's Landing, swear fealty to King Joffrey and prevent any strife between the great houses of Lannister and Stark. Your faithful sister, Sansa."

Arya rerolled the note and left. She locked the door behind her with a huff. Petyr peered out a smirk on his face as Arya marched off.

"Hello Salem, my queen, I have yet to see the little lad, he's precious." Petyr remarked. 

"He is," Salem agreed. "What do you need Petyr?" 

"I was just checking in on you." Petyr assured. He smiled coyly back at him as he sat beside her. "Already at work?" He looked over her notes. 

"The world doesnt stop for giving birth." Salem agreed. Magnus drooled into her arms as he slept soundly. 

"If you need any help," Petyr offered. "I would be happy to help." 

"I'm sure you would." Salem agreed. "Can you make sure your men know to listen to me." Salem pondered innocently as she reached out touching Petyrs thigh. "I dont want them listening to Sansa, she's in bitch mode." 

"Of course." Petyr agreed eagerly. SHe let her hand fall from his leg. 

"Thank  you Petyr." Salem answered turning back to her work. "It's hard to find someone I trust," She offered glancing to him. "But we have been through a lot together." 

"Yes we have." Petyr agreed.  she touched his cheek. "I will make sure they know to listen to you and only one." 

"Thank you Petyr." She purred. 

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Snow was falling into the courtyard. The ground was covered with several inches of snow. Several braziers ware burning as a servant carried a bucket of steaming water across the grounds. Arya was standing on the upper level looking into the courtyard. Sansa approached her from behind but Arya heard her footsteps.