Halloween at Eyrie Manor

Holiday Tyrst: Halloween at Eyrie Manor

Sansa had spent the better part of the day searching through every costume shop in town looking for the perfect one. This year her aunt Lysa and uncle Petyr were hosting the annual Halloween gala and Sansa couldn’t wait. For weeks Sansa had been trying to find a costume that she knew Petyr would love; they had somehow been able to keep their affair quiet from the whole family which had not been easy. Every school break Sansa got Petyr would find a way to meet her; and for Sansa at least her love for Petyr was only growing. However, no matter how long they continue their affair Petyr never allowed it to take place in his and aunt Lysa’s home. Sansa had never understood why and every time she brought the subject up Petyr would only say he didn’t want his life with Lysa mixing with his life with hers, then he’d conveniently get her off of talking all together.

For the last eight months Sansa had accepted it but no more; Sansa wanted all of Petyr and his home was part of him, so she wanted it. Finding the perfect costume, one that she knew Petyr wouldn’t be able to resist; even in his home, surrounded by their family and half of King’s Landing around them. Sansa was determined to have Petyr in any way she could.

Halloween was only a day away and Sansa still hadn’t found quite what she was looking for. She tried all the classic sexy costumes; nurse, kitten, cowgirl, cop, naughty nerd, bar wench, maid. Sansa even tried her way through all the princesses seeing if she liked any of them; Ariel was a good fit, specially with her long Tully red hair but it still wasn’t right. Sansa then tried dressing like famous actors or characters, like Marilyn Monroe, female Sherlock Holmes, Robin Hood. She tried on the star trek uniform, she even found a Hogwarts uniform to try on but still nothing was working for her. Sansa moved through the decades, trying on dress after dress, she did fully enjoy trying on the renaissance costumes, and all the different types of corsets that went with them. Still Sansa wasn’t happy, and truth be told she was starting to get worried about finding the perfect costume. Just as Sansa was about to give up and hope and consider making something from her closet she finally found what she had been looking for.

Sansa had stayed hidden in her room for most of Halloween day getting ready. She wanted to look absolutely jaw dropping for the gala. Sana was just about ready when she heard her mother calling for her. Sansa took a final look in her full-length mirror before putting on her long black coat that fully covered her costume.

When Sansa came down stairs her mother was at the front door putting her own coat on over her purple renaissance gown. Cat was dressed as a lady while Eddard was dressing as her knight in shinning armor. Eddard was meeting them at the Eyrie. Arya was sitting on the couch in the next room with the tv on and her feet up on the coffee table; Arya was staying home to hand out candy and watch Bran and Rickon for the night.

    “Ready?” Cat asked as Sansa made her way to the bottom step.

    “Yup, you?” Sansa smiled to her mother.

The anticipation was killing Sansa as Cat drove the exact speed limit; all Sansa wanted was her uncle’s reaction to her. She knew it was wrong, deliberately torturing him but after all the times he made her squirm she figured he was due.

Eyrie manor was brimming with excitement as they drove up the long driveway to the front steps. Sansa was sure they weren’t the last guest to arrive but they certainty were not the first. After parking the car and walking up the vast amount of stone steps leading to the double door currently left open for people to come as they please. Sana thought everything looked like they were stepping into an eighteenth century gothic novel and she loved it.

The party was in full swing and Petyr was already board. Lysa had made herself busy amongst the guests, dressed in a large red full-length gown with gold trimming and a matching tiara on her head. Lysa had decided that it would be appropriate for her and Petyr to dress like the King and Queen so that what they did. Petyr found it easier to simply put a crown on his head then try and fight with Lysa over it. So, dressed in his finest black suit with an emerald green shirt with his top buttons undone and his mockingbird pin.