Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Daughter of the Vale - Part 5 - Petyr x Reader

(Y/n) couldn't help but smile, as Ceria put the finishing touches to her hair; unable to remember that last time that she had been pampered in such a fashion. She and her maid talking about anything and everything, as (Y/n) had sunk into a hot bath. The lady savouring the warmth of the water; warmth that she had not felt since her father had passed away. Her vile mother only allowing her cold water with which to clean herself.

For the last few hours, there had been visitor after visitor to the house; the Lady Arryn just pleased that Lord Baelish's coachman, Erac, had stayed for a while, and shown in, all those that had brought goods to the door for her dinner with the Lord. (Y/n) sure that there had never been as much preparation for a simple meal, as this one. Two cooks, and a serving woman lighting the ovens in the kitchen, before preparing the sumptuous ingredients that had been brought through the front door. A wine merchant, dressed in clothes that she was sure were not of Westeros, presenting her with his finest bottles from Arbor, before she had been drawn away, to dress for the evening. The lady shocked to find that Lord Baelish had even sent over the most exquisite of gowns for her to wear.

"Ceria.......?"

"Yes, milady.........?"

"Do you know much of Lord Baelish........?" (Y/n) asked. Ceria's hands stuttering for a moment, as she recalled what the whoremonger had told her earlier. The woman sure that if she said something out of turn, her body would be left for the creatures for Kingswood to devour. The whore shaking the thoughts of what Petyr might do to her from her mind, before placing the last few pins in the lady's hair.

"I know that he is a good man, milady. He is the Master of Coin for King Joffrey and is much respected in the city. He of course has his enemies; all great men do. But they are just jealous, that the smallfolk love him; so, no one that knows anything of Lord Baelish would believe anyone that spoke poorly of him." Ceria replied. Smiling broadly, as she looked at the refection of the lady in the mirror.

"You look beautiful, milady." Ceria continued, placing her hands on the bare shoulders of the woman from the Vale. A blush coming to (Y/n)'s cheeks, at the compliment.

Tonight, would mark the first time that she had even been in the presence a man, that was not her father. Her mother never wanting her to be anywhere near her brother, Robin; or Sweetrobin, as Lysa would call him. Not that (Y/n) cared about that. Robin was a pathetic creature, in her eyes. A boy that had barely been able to sting together a coherent sentence when he was younger; describing the executions at the Eyrie, as 'seeing people fly'. A spoil little oink, that could be extremely temperamental; and, just like their mother, prone to hysterical fits and violent temper tantrums. So, (Y/n) had been more than happy to be away from him. But that didn't mean that she had not had hopes that one day, a man would come and save her from her prison. That he would fight the monster that was her mother and carry her off to somewhere safe before making her his lady wife. And then, perhaps for the first time, she might have a chance of being happy. (Y/n)'s mind going to Lord Baelish; to how handsome he was, and how kind he had been. The Lady Aaryn looking up, as Ceria suddenly left her and made her way to the window.

"Lord Baelish, milady. He is here." (Y/n) quickly getting to her feet at Ceria's words; brushing down her dress before making her way down the stairs. Not wanting to be discourteous enough not to greet him, as he came through the door.

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Petyr looked at himself. A small smile pulling at his lips, as he placed the silver mockingbird to his throat. Erac had brought news back, that the Lady Arryn and Ceria had been speaking freely. That the Daughter of the Vale had been more than happy with the presence of her new "maid". The whoremonger only able to wonder what things (Y/n) would share with the other woman; what Ceria would be able to learn, that he could not. The Lord only hoping that it would help him get closer to the lady.

"Yes.........?" Petyr called out. The door slowly opening to reveal Erac.

"The coach is ready, milord." The large man said, in a surprisingly soft tone for a man so broad and severe looking. Petyr simply nodding, before brushing down his deep green robes and then heading out of the door. The whoremonger ignoring the going's on in his establishment, as he made his way out of the door; climbing into carriage, so that he could be taken the short distance to where he had left the daughter of Jon Arryn. His fingers ghosting over the box in his hand, as the walls of the city passed. The smallfolk scurrying away from the wheels of his carriage, as they thundered over the cobbled stones. The frontage of the home coming into view, before he even had the chance to get comfortable. Erac opening the door and helping the lord out. The coachman making his way to the door of the home, and knocking loudly, before moving out so that Petyr could take his place. One of his usual smiles creeping onto the snake's lips, as the door was slowly opened. Yet when it fully opened, the fake smile fell as his mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide. For as beautiful as the Daughter of the Vale had been before; now she was a vision of perfection, and Petry knew that he was lost.