Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Petyr Baelish - Help

You had only met him once or twice. During Robert's rebellion, after so many of your family members had been killed, Eddard decided that the best place for you would be with his new wife. Petyr was there, he greeted you upon your arrival, and you ran into him in the library once, but that was it. 

You returned to Winterfell with your older brother, Cat, and your two young nephews when it was over. Robert couldn't wed you, partly because of how young you were but also because you reminded him of your sister. It wasn't until now, when you had been forced by your brother to come to Kingslanding to find a husband, that you saw him again. 

You were forced to go to this stupid tourney and watch men get hurt and killed for no reason other than to show off. You were sitting near the edge of the bench by Sansa, Eddard sitting on the other side of her. The fights haven't started yet today so many people are still trying to find a place to sit. You hear someone clearing their throat and look up to see a man that looks strangely familiar standing there. 

"May I," he asks, gesturing the space by you. You scoot over slightly to make more room. 

"Of course, my Lord."

"I don't think we have to be formal Y/n." Now that he is sitting beside you, you are really able to get a look at his face and it seems so obvious who it is. 

"Petyr Baelish, it has been a long time."

"It has been. I've heard rumors that you've been busy over the years though."

"I am assuming you are referring to my business?"

 "I was more referring to your house rising so quickly with you being an advisor of the king. But your whore houses must keep you busy in many ways as well."

"I am surprised that this is the first time your brother has tried to find someone for you to wed."

"I haven't been wanting to wed and he has understood my choice. The king was very insistent it would seem." You look down at your hands for a second and place a fake smile on your face before looking at him again. "I suppose in the end everyone's freedom gets taken away at some point."

The first men come riding out on their horses and everyone starts cheering. You clap politely because you know it will be noticed if you don't. Many think you are too old to be wed now, and the ladies at court don't do much to hide that they believe this. You're still able to have children, it's just that you have so much more freedom since you aren't wed. It could just be a northern thing, but you know that whoever you marry will accept you to be the docile person who has their heirs and is too emotional. It's partly why you haven't wed before this. 

"You shouldn't see it as your freedom being taken away," Petyr says lowly into your ear, making a shiver run down your back.

"I should see it as me doing my 'womanly duties', I know, it is all anyone ever tells me. But that's not true. There is more to women than men think. And I would prefer to not become a birthing cow to some Lord who thinks he can go and fuck whoever he wants even after we are wed." You say loud enough for him to hear but low enough so Sansa can't even though she seems very focused on the jousting. 

"Well, you could always-"

"I'm not going to run away and become a whore," you interrupt him. 

"That is not what I was going to say, and I'm sure you are well aware that interrupting anyone while they are talking is very unpolite." You sigh loudly and glance over at Ned. He gives you a look seeming to ask if you are okay and quickly glances behind you. You flash him a small reassuring smile before turning back to Petyr. 

"Then what were you going to say? Please, do enlighten me on your thoughts."

"Now you are just being feisty Y/n. I was going to say that you could wed someone you already know."