GoT One-Shots!

Seductive Manipulation Pt. 3- Price of Freedom (Petyr Baelish x fem!reader)

(a/n: read parts 1 and 2 first!)

You smirked at Petyr over the top of your goblet. He glared back over the top of his. He was now married and he already hated it. He loved the power and the title of Acting Lord of the Vale, but he hated that his arrangement with you was over. And what he hated more was the hold you seemed to have over him. No one had ever been able to make him beg before you. If not for his pride, Petyr would be on his knees begging for you every chance he got and he loathed it.

To Petyr, it seemed as if this was effecting him more than you, but in truth, you liked having him in your bed. Hells, you loved it. However, you were not about to back down from the few morals you still had. At least that's what you told yourself. You tried to convince yourself that what you had with Petyr was an arrangement of mutual benefit and nothing more. Now, you were free to do what you wanted within reason and, at that moment, there was a young lord that caught your eye. Apparently, Lysa noticed the lingering gazes between you and the lord because she leaned over to you and said, "Go dance with him. It is obvious you want to."

With your lady's permission, you stood from your seat and made your way over to the lord that had grabbed your attention. He was handsome for certain, but not really your type. That didn't stop you from wanting to have a little fun. As soon as you approached him, the lord had you in his arms and was twirling you around the floor. He would occasionally lean in and whisper something in your ear. It wasn't really funny, but you giggled anyway. After all, there was no possible way this was going anywhere...or so you thought.

Petyr watched with clenched jaw as you danced around the floor with the foolish young lord. His new bride was telling him that the lord had been asking after you for months and Petyr felt something he had not felt in decades. Jealousy. Petyr felt, after all that time, you belonged to him. In his arms and in his bed. He watched as you suddenly stopped dancing and only then did he realize what was happening. It was time for the bedding. The marriage would be official which meant Petyr would have to learn to break your hold over him somehow.

*time skip*

It had been several weeks since the wedding and Petyr still dreamed of having you all to himself. No matter how he tried to convince himself otherwise, Petyr needed you. Of course, it didn't help that his wife requested your council on nearly every matter so you were almost always near. His jealousy had also grown into something he could barely contain. And it was only made worse by the fact that the lord you had danced with at the wedding feast kept returning to the Vale to see you.

Petyr was enjoying some rare alone time with a stroll when he heard your voice, followed by the lord's. "I know we do not know one another very well Lady Y/N, but I must confess that I adore you. I wish to make you my lady wife." Petyr nearly laughed aloud at this. That was not the sort of proposal you would accept. Petyr saw the two of you standing outside, your cloak wrapped tightly around you. "I am flattered, my lord."

Petyr did not stop walking until he was standing behind you. "Oh, Lord Baelish," the lord, whose name Petyr refused to learn, greeted with a small bow. You turned around and quirked a brow at Petyr. "May I have a word with my advisor alone, please?" he asked, not taking his eyes off you. You glanced over your shoulder at the lord and smiled. He returned it and left.

You turned back to Petyr. "And what, pray tell, was that about?" you asked. You could see the jealousy in his green-grey eyes as his arm wrapped around you, his large hand splayed across your lower back, and pulled you to him. "You were never going to accept his proposal." It wasn't a question. It was an order. You didn't do well with orders. "Oh? And what makes you think that, Petyr?" He let out a growl and pressed your bodies even closer.