Game of Thrones Oneshots

Petyr Baelish x Reader- Biding my time

You were a married woman and had to be the pure definition of a silent wife. Your husband, who had one foot in the grave and was much more older than you, had never allowed you to go anywhere without a chaperone. You could do nothing but sew and look pretty. The only time you could talk was when spoken to. His misogynistic mind was set in the extreme and you felt like your were rattling the bars of your birdcage in a silent wail.

Finally you had enough.

There was news floating around your marital prison that you had to call home. The widower of Lady Arryn had come to assess every smaller house in the Vale and you saw it as an opportunity to escape.

Weaving amongst the hustle and bustle of preparations, you kept a gentle smile to keep up airs all while you ran through your plan in your mind. This had to be perfect and you had to be the most charming you had ever been in your life.

Every servant, knight and guard stopped and turned to the blow of a horn. Announcing the arrival of Lord Baelish. Though, to you only, it sounded like freedom on the horizon. An excitement welled up inside you as you hurried everyone along. Smoothing down the folds of your dress as you shuffled into the courtyard, where your elderly husband stood in wait. His entire entourage fidgeting behind him.

You settled by his side and cast your gaze downwards. A hand slithered around your waist, pulling you into your husbands side, the stench of his hot breath falling upon your pretty face. It was hard not to recoil. To react. But you had to keep him happy enough to not watch you as closely as he usually did. If you played your cards right, you could create a window of opportunity, to escape and live life exactly how you had always wanted when you were a child.

The gates opened and in rode Lord Baelish with a group of Knights pledged to House Arryn. A glorious sight to you. Especially when freedom hung on their every movement. It was a dangerous lure to the bird trapped in her cage. So strong and powerful that you had to stop yourself from grinning from ear to ear.

"My Lord, I had expected the new Lord of the Vale to accompany you." Your husband grumbled, too ancient to even care to hide his distaste. "Only the Warden of the East can judge me and my home."

Lord Baelish wore a carefully crafted smile, "I am acting on behalf of Lord Arryn. He deems my judgement fair and reliable."

"Bah! You were nothing but a whoremonger before your fucked his mother." Disgusting words accompanied with a spray of his own saliva. This was who you had been told to live the rest of your life with. Well...the rest of his life. Your mother had told you to just wait until age took him. That it would not be long. But it had been ten years since your wedding and he refused to die. You had enough of waiting.

"Be careful with what you say, right now I am not thinking the best report that will go back to your Warden." The way he made speaking back to your husband so easy had you hooked on every word. Never had the older man been put in his place. The servants dare not raise a word of concern. Nor would his close knights and especially not you.

When the silence stretched out longer than what was comfortable, Lord Baelish looked to you as you snuck a peak up at him. He continued, "your daughter?"

"My wife." He croaked and the Lords brows raised as he took in the sight of your youth. "I'd ask you to stop staring at her."

"It is a complement to have men stare at your beauty of a wife."

"Or an insult when she is my property." By the seven you hated the way he viewed you. It almost made you consider stealing a blade off of one of the guards and burying it deep into his chest. But your murderous thoughts were hidden well behind the mask of innocence.

Baelish swung off his horse, his knights following his actions, and carefully approached your husband. "Your reputation proceeds you." Before any response could be uttered, Baelish switched into business. "Shall we start the proceedings?"

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Your mood could not have been worse. There was not a single window of opportunity to speak to Lord Baelish alone. Not when your husband was always present with a suspicious eye locked onto the visitor.

You couldn't even get a chance to look his way in the hall, where your husband had a feast prepared. It had the best meat and crop yields your land could offer. Simply because your husband had thought Robin Arryn would have accompanied his mothers late husband.

Delicious food and yet it tasted like ash on your tongue. So you pushed it around the plate before releasing a burdened sigh. You turned to your husband, making sure to appear meek, and whispered, "my Lord, may I retire to our chambers? I feel faint."

"The weakness of women continues to baffle me to this day." He dismissively waved his hand at you. "Be off with you, can't have you making me look bad."

With a bow of the head, you raised from your seat and hurried out of the hall, swiping a bottle of wine as you went along. All too eager to at least have a moment away to breathe and be your true self. You had less of a graceful walk. Swung yoru arms more. Kept a slight slouch in your shoulders. Nothing how you usually presented yourself in the presence of your husband.

Unable to wait, you slipped into a tiny alcove that was hidden by sheer curtains. Taking a swig from the bottle of wine as you leaned against the wall.

"Lady (y/n)?" The voice of none other than Lord Baelish echoed in the empty hallway. Followed by the sound of footsteps. You perked up and waited and as he walked past the alcove, you shot out your hand and pulled him inside.

He pressed his back against the wall. Face set in an oddly calm type of surprise. Always in control of how he presented himself. You wondered if he was almost like you. "Hello Lord Baelish."

"I was not expecting this when I followed you out." Steady. Calculative. Somehow relaxed and yet tense at the same time. "I've noticed you have been wanting to speak to me all day."

"How did you know?"

"Though you may be a master of disguising your true self, I can read you easily." The smirk, the tone of his voice. Everything about him pulled you in. He was one of the first people to see through your facade and see you for who's you truly are.

You offered him the wine and he declined, though he did take a step towards you. The proximity made your head spin. Maybe it was because you weren't so used to having another mans attention on you. "It's about my husband."

"Ah, him. A rather questionable union."

"I was fourteen when I married him." You looked down to the floor and bit your lip. Trying to form the words that ran through your mind the whole day. "Ten years of living with him and now I want it to end. I need to escape somehow."

Baelish arched a brow. "I cannot help you, your husband owns the largest amount of land in the Vale. Lord Arryn relies heavily upon his crops that are grown here."

"Then what can I do?" Not overcome with emotion. Just as calm and calculating as Baelish. It was enough to create a flicker of approval within him as he got closer and closer to you.

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, "there is one way. It could help us both out."

"Tell me."

"He's an old man and old men die often in their sleep. Most would think it is nothing but nature running its course." Dangerous words that he trusted with you and you sucked in a sharp breath. The bottle of wine held loosely between your fingers as your arm dangled at your side. "He has no other family but you and with the Lord of the Vale's support, you could take over until your birth a son."

"You're speaking of murder."

"I'm merely saying what would happen when your husband passes away in his old age." Lord Baelish pulled away and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Your eyes fluttered as you held back the urge to get in close once more. Everything about him was addictive to you. "Thank you Lard Baelish."

"Please, call me Petyr."