Lysa fic: (i tried to put in a cut but it didn't work)
Lysa heard her sister's footsteps in the adjoining hallway catch up to her. When her sister turned the corner, she could tell her sister was furious.
"Lysa, where is Petyr?" demanded Catelyn.
"In his chambers..." she whimpered.
Cat walked briskly past her younger sister, muttering curses under her breath. Lysa quickly followed, knowing that her sister forgets her presence when lost in thought.
Cat broke her train of thought to answer, but didn't slow her pace. "You haven't heard? Petyr just challenged Brandon Stark to a duel for my hand! Why would he do such a thing?"
You know why. "I heard. Why don't you ask him yourself?"
"I'm doing that right now," answered Catelyn just before she stopping in front of Petyr's chambers. It felt like they had walked the whole length of Riverun in a matter of moments.
"Wait out here, I'll try to bring him to his senses," said Cat before she opened his door.
I doubt that. Petyr seemed to have refined his cleverness alongside her sister's stubborness through the years, making him more than a match for her.
"What is the meaning of this, Petyr?" Catelyn demanded as the door shut behind her.
Lysa sat beside the door and listened. It seemed like that was all she ever did these days.
"Good morning, Cat. How are you?" greeted Petyr in his usual playful tone.
"There is no way you will win against Brandon Stark."
His tone changed to one much more serious. "There is a slim chance, but I must win," admitted Petyr. "I won't allow them to take you away from Riverrun to that horrible place."
"You know full well that it wasn't my decision," Catelyn repeated for what sounded like the hundredth time. "It was decided between my father and Lord Stark."
"But you said that you hated your trip to Winterfell," he argued, "that no one in their right mind would live in such a cold and lonely place."
"That was before I was betrothed to Brandon, Petyr. I don't feel that way anymore," Cat lied.
"It doesn't matter. I will win, you won't be betrothed to him anymore, and you won't leave." He really believes that.
"How are you supposed to win against a man grown who is twice your size?" she asked. "He has fought in tourneys and won against many men older than you, and larger. You will get yourself killed."
"I would rather die than see you marry Brandon Stark," he confessed.
Lysa couldn't believe it. She doesn't love you the way I do! Why do all this for her?
Cat paused. "This is madness. If you somehow survive this, my father will show you no kindness. He will banish you from Riverrun.
Do you really want to do that to me, Lysa, and Edmure?" she pleaded.
Lysa thought of her baby brother, who loved to squeal with laughter when Petyr played games with him.
"This has nothing to do with them, Cat. The day I duel Brandon Stark, I will either win, or I will die."
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