Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

C34: Petyr Baelish - The Herald Of Chaos!

Late evening,

Red Keep

Kai prophesied three more times after the first one.

Every time he made some changes to his plan, to his thoughts, thinking that might change the future, but it didn't.

So Kai, not wasting his efforts, had called it a day for the prophecies. He looked incredibly pale now like the melted wax of a candle. An unseen flame threatening to go out any second.

Yet, Kai was content.

He did not know when or how the prophecy would become real, but he knew it would happen.

Not to mention, Kai couldn't afford holing himself up. Not after already accepting a Hidden Mission.

Kai's feet slithered on the ground, stirring him through the deserted corridors of the Tower of Hand. Guards were patrolling like bees outside, but the inside of the tower was still relatively unmanned. Slowly, he approached his destination.

Kai killed the torches, darkening the already dark corridor. There were many rooms here, but all were empty, with no sign of any patrolling guards either. On Lysa Arryn's orders, Kai guessed.

There was an old, oaken door behind which there were two people.

Kai had already tortured a few guards, sucking their Fear, and making them tell where the affair was most probably taking place.

With no other solution, Kai decided to go with the old way to eavesdrop on the things going on within the room. He imagined a glass cup, and his Miscellaneous Rent Box did the rest. The MRB gave all imagined vessels a reality if they were within the limits.

Kai put the glass between his ear and the door.

The very first thing he heard was a loud muffled moan, suggesting a woman's orgasm.

Kai heard her moaning, her buried screams, her gasps, and his thrusts. There was little the glass didn't capture, and when it was finally done, the lovers whispered.

Kai's eyes narrowed.

"How long? For how long, Petyr?" Lady Arryn asked, gasping for air. "For how long I must hold back my screams? I want to cry when I feel you inside me. I want to cry so loud that from Dorne to the Wall, everyone will know that Petyr Baelish is fucking Lysa Arryn."

What the? Kai thought, feeling incredulous.

"Now that would need some powerful lungs, my love," a sly voice replied. Kai noticed there was amusement in this voice, mischief, and it belonged to a man, but it might have belonged to a woman or a child as easily. "The entire King's Landing is in Chaos, Lysa. You know that."

"Yes, I know," Lysa said sharply. "But he is gone, Petyr. Jon's gone. Yes, it's sooner than we had planned, but it has already happened, and I won't let them take my son from me. I won't."

"Lysa, my love," said Petyr in a hushed tone. "This is neither the time nor place to speak of such things. Red Keep's walls have ears bigger than a dragon. How many times must I warn you?"

"Not anymore," Lysa said brusquely. "Make this one the last, then. Take me Petyr. Take me away. Jon's gone. I am telling you. That old fool would have never remained away from the king if he could. He's dead. Dead! Dead! Dead!"

Kai couldn't believe the madness he was feeling in the voice.

A shuffling of clothes followed Lysa's outburst. From the steps, Kai could tell it was Petyr who had left the bed first.