Petyr Baelish.

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The Next Day:
'I need you to do me this favour.' Cersei looks at Petyr.

'You do realise you are asking me to send your daughter to a very dangerous place.' Petyr looks at Cersei.

'That girl is not my daughter, and she will never be.' Cersei speaks.

'DNA proves otherwise, Cersei.' Petyr smirks.

'She may be my daughter by blood, but in my eyes she is my worst enemy.' Cersei sighs.

'She's your blood.' Petyr sighs.

'She has no sympathy for anyone. Or anything in this world. That is not my blood.' Cersei complains.

'A bit like you, really.' Petyr smiles.

'Is that supposed to offend me?' Cersei asks.

'Not at all, my lady. But I don't think a mother should be a hypocrite towards their own child.' Petyr nods.

'You've just met the first, then. I want her out of here by tonight. If not, she will die.' Cersei crosses her arms and looks at Petyr.

'You are asking me to take your daughter to a very dangerous place and to a very dangerous man. She goes there, she will die.' Petyr sighs.

'Good. Sounds like the perfect place for her.' Cersei smirks.

'I don't believe it does, no.' Petyr disagrees.

'Tonight, Baelish. Not earlier, not later.' Cersei smiles and walks away.

Petyr smirks and watches Cersei walk away.

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