Game of Thrones: The Storm

S1E6 - A Golden Crown

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The next day, Varys told your father about Daenerys Targaryen being with child. To say he was furious and in a state of panic was an understatement. 

He immediately called for a small council meeting, which he said that he would actually be attending. It was so obvious that he was scared of losing his crown to the Targaryen boy, but he loved war, it was a second nature to him. That's why his reaction was so foreign to you, and to anyone who ever knew him. Ned Stark especially had a hard time with the decision that your father had come too. 

You waited behind a pillar in the throne room, listening to your father yell around in the small council chamber. The threat of putting Lord Stark's head on a spike sent a chill down your spine. 

What was even worse was there was word that Lady Stark had taken Tyrion Lannister as a prisoner for trying to assassinate her son, Bran. 

Then to top it all off, that evening, Jaime attacked Lord Stark in the street outside of Littlefinger's brothel. Killed all the men that Lord Stark had with him, and then before Jaime could finish him off, one of the Lannister soldiers put a spear through his leg. 

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While Cersei and your father spoke with Lord Stark in his chambers, you went to go see your least favorite Master of Coin. 

You broke into his chambers and sat down in his chair with your feet propped up on the desk while you waited for him. When he finally arrived back to his chambers and seen that the door had been unlocked, he immediately barged in. 

"What was Ned Stark doing at your brothel?" You asked as you fiddled with a dagger, all while trying to hold in a chuckle since he almost jumped out of his own skin. 

"You do understand that this is invasion of privacy of a small council member," he chimed back as he started walking closer to the desk. 

"I don't like asking questions a second time, Baelish," you warned, taking your feet off of his desk and standing. You were a few inches taller than him when he wasn't wearing his ridiculous heightened boots, so you got to look down at him when you walked around his desk to where he stood. 

"Why do you want to know?"

"So, there was a reason he was there," you stated as you held eye contact with the shifty Lord. 

"It's a brothel, why do Lords go to brothels I wonder? You're a smart girl... how do you think he made his bastard-." You cut him off by pushing him backward as hard as you could until he hit the wall. You held the dagger to his throat as you pushed in on his diaphragm with your other hand, making it hard to breath. 

"If I ask again, you'll be answering with a hole in your throat while you drown in your own blood," you whispered as you lightly cut the dagger into his neck. 

"Baby," he breathed out as he tried gasping for air without his neck moving too much. You stopped pushing on his diaphragm and moved your dagger away from his neck ever so slightly so that he could answer. "He went to see a baby."

"Why?" 

"Why did he visit an armorer on the Street of Steel?" He asked as your face softened. You let go of him and put your dagger away as he lifted a hand to his neck to see how bad the cut was. 

"Thank you for your cooperation, Lord Baelish," you said in a cold tone before heading for the chamber door. 

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After you left Lord Baelish's chambers, you were almost immediately called to your father's so that he could speak with you. 

When you were let in by Ser Barristan, you noticed than his handmaids and servants were gathering clothes for hunting.