Lone Wolf || Tyrion Lannister

Chapter Thirty One

"You asked to see me, Aunt Lysa?" Anari questioned as she stood a half step behind Lysa. Lysa's smile merely widened in return.

"Do you know how far the fall would be?" She questioned, gesturing to the Moon Door. Anari risked a glance down, swallowing at the long fall.

"No," Anari replied. She didn't know where her aunt was going with this, and it worried her. While she was going to be strong, she didn't trust her aunt. Especially not in this odd state she was currently in.

"Neither do I," Lysa hummed. "At least, not precisely, though it must be hundreds of feet at least. Did you know that it's fascinating what the fall does to bodies? The way they look when they hit the rocks after such a long trip down." Lysa's smile turned more sinister as she looked down, glancing at her niece from time to time out of the corner of her eye. "The impact tends to break them apart like eggs dropped on the floor."

Turning to properly face Anari, Lysa's smile dipped. Anari swallowed as she met her aunt's eyes, an apology on the tip of her tongue. She didn't want to argue or cause a scene, she knew what she did was wrong. Anari would make sure that nothing like that ever happened again.

"I know what you did," Lysa stated, her tone shifting.

"I'm sorry," Anari began. "I'm very sorry, Aunt Lysa. I never should have hit Robin, I promise you, it will never happen a-"

"Don't play coy with me, you little whore," Lysa hissed. Anari's eyes widened at the term directed towards her. "I told you, I'd know if you lied to me, and you did," Lysa accused. "You kissed Petyr."

Anari's lips parted as she realized what this was about. "Aunt Lysa, let me explain, please," she began. "It isn't what you think, I-"

"I saw you," Lysa interrupted again. "You can't lie to me; I saw it with my own eyes."

Anari shook her head in response, her heart beginning to race. "Aunt Lysa, please, he kissed me," she tried. "I pulled away from him; I didn't want him to kiss me. I don't want him."

Lysa shook her head and latched onto Anari's forearm. Her grip was strong as her nails dug into her skin. "Liar!" She hissed. Pushing Anari forward and grabbing her hair, Lysa forced Anari to look down at the land below. Anari cried out at the action, falling to her knees as her hands shot out to the stone frames of the Moon Door. "Whore, you're nothing but a little whore! He's mine, everyone, who stood in our way; my father, your mother, my husband, they are all dead. That's what happens when someone gets in between Petyr and me!"

Anari trembled, unable to take her eyes from the ground below. Her eyes began to water as her mind tried to think of something to say or do that would get her out of this situation. She didn't want to die; she didn't want anything to happen to her. A cry escaped her throat as Lysa pushed her head down further.

"You're just a worthless whore, he'll never love you," Lysa spat. "You're just a wicked little temptress, a plaything. What would your mother think of you? Did she know she raised a whore for a daughter?"

Lysa kept whispering terrible things in her ear, all while trying to push her down. It was only when Anari lost a bit of her grip on the stone siding that she let out a scream. Anari was terrified, and she didn't know what to do to get herself out of this. It was when she screamed that the figure in the room made their move.

"Lysa!" A voice shouted. Turning her head, Lysa saw Lord Baelish standing a few paces away. "Let her go." He had seen what Lysa was doing, and part of him was morbidly curious to see what Anari was going to do to save herself. However, he knew there wasn't anything she could do; she was in such a vulnerable position, and with the way Lysa was pushing her down, all it would take would be if Anari lost her grip completely.