❝ you don't know it yet but the two of you are very special. more special than anyone will ever know. ❞
❝ special how? we're bastards. we are anything but special. ❞
❝ because, my son, you were born from fire and ice...
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| RED KEEP castle | theCrownlands , King's Landing
"I THANK YOU, LORD BAELISH, FOR EVERYTHING. YOU WERE MOST KIND AND HELPFUL DURING MY TIME HERE."
"It's not a problem, young Damien . . . or perhaps I should not call you that. Brave Damien? I watched you go against Ser Loras. Impressive for a boy of your age like your mentor. It's a shame you didn't win; you have won most of your others," the lord complimented as Damien smiled though he was slightly annoyed that he called him boy.
"Ser Loras has had much more experience than I, though hopefully when I come back, I will be able to defeat him," Damien joked.
"Maybe so. I hear you are to return to Winterfell with the king and queen, correct?"
The mention of Winterfell by Petyr Baelish sparked the story of his failure in winning his love's hand in Damien's head. Eddard loved secretly telling the story to his eldest sons, always erupting in laughter. Damien decided not to speak of Catelyn Stark.
"Yes, my Lord, though I have yet to gather my belongings," Damien answered, bringing his arms back.
"You are leaving the Red Keep permanently?"
The truth or a lie? thought Damien.
"It shall only be temporary, my Lord. Ser Jaime and King Robert fit it best that I spend time with my family and have been kind in granting me this little escape. I have not seen my twin brother in years. It would be certainly warming to see him as well as my other brothers and sisters," Damien smiled at the thought of Jon, feeling sentimental.
"My family, hm?" Petyr questioned with a slight smirk.
He's trying to play one of his stupid mind games again. The fool.
"What are you trying to insinuate?" Damien threw back, purposely leaving out any formality.
"They're not your family. Well, two are but the others are not. The fact is, Catelyn Tully is not your mother and the children she bore are not your siblings," Petyr inquired.
"It's Lady Catelyn Stark. Don't forget the Stark, my Lord," Damien smirked.
"Yes, of course . . . Stark. How could I or anyone forget such a glorious name?" Petyr said bitterly.
