The Bloodied Wolf (Lion's Wolf Book 5)

Chapter 4

~ Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken ~
3rd person's POV; Kings Landing

Littlefinger stood in Cersei's rooms with a small knowing smirk on his face, the former Queen spoke to him about Lysa Arryn his now deceased wife, he'd killed the woman in much the same way he'd killed the whore he'd sent to poison Anaris Stark, Littlefinger had not gotten any news on wether the Kingslayer was grieving the death of his wife, child and father but by the looks of Cersei he was betting Anaris had perished with the babe.

"There is another matter, your Grace. Something so urgent I couldn't trust the words to a raven. You once charged me with finding Arya Stark. To my shame I failed you. But I have found Sansa Stark. Alive, and well, and home again. In Winterfell" he dropped his smirk when Cersei turned on him, her eyes were slits and her face became pinched in so much anger Littlefinger was almost terrified of her, almost.

"That's not possible" she hissed, her mind reeling at what he'd said, her fury and rage that she'd tamped down after her fathers murder bubbled up and she was tempted to have Littlefinger killed for even uttering the younger Starks name in her presence.

"My sources are well placed" Littlefinger said, lying through his teeth to the woman who looked ready to murder anyone who stood between her and the Stark girl "They tell me Roose Bolton plans to marry her to his son, Ramsay, a bastard recently legitimized by King Tommen"

"Roose Bolton is Warden of the North by the grace of my father" Cersei growled at Littlefinger, his words were well spoken and she had believed him, which was a very stupid thing on her part.

"Indeed. As reward for stabbing his own king in the heart" Littlefinger smirked at Cersei's back as she turned to pour herself a cup of wine.

"We were fools to trust a turncloak," Cersei shook her head as she took a deep gulp of her wine, Anaris had once said she drank too much wine when she was angry or stressed, Cersei knew the younger woman was right.

"Marrying his son to the last of the Starks gives him more legitimacy in the North than an alliance with a hated southern house" Littlefinger jumped when Cersei slammed her cup down onto the table as hard as possible.

"I will skin him and his bastard like that wretch on that bloody sigil" she shouted making the simpering man take a subtle step back.

"I would counsel patience, your grace" Littlefinger tried to make her calm but his words seemed to have the opposite effect and he suddenly wished it was Ned Stark he was dealing with.

"Patience?" Cersei turned her fury onto him and got into his space making Littlefinger step back further "Sansa helped murder my son, Roose Bolton is a traitor"

"Stannis Baratheon is also a traitor, marching with his army on Winterfell," Littlefinger said making her blink twice in slight shock "Let Stannis and Roose battle, let the enemies of the throne slaughter each other and when they're done seize Winterfell from whichever thief survives"

"Winterfell is 1,000 miles away from here. The weather has already begun to turn" she scoffed at his idea but she was tempted, she could ship Anaris and Jaime up there after they came back from Dorne with her beloved daughter, if whoever has Winterfell couldn't kill them the cold certainly would.

"That is why it is critical to strike soon, while the victor still licks his wounds" he watched as she turned from him once more, she touched her chin in thought "Surely your Uncle Kevan could muster a force"