((another 3-sentence prompt fulfilled for ask-arya))
ask-arya requested "Cat/Baelish 1800s France"
They are walking in the gardens when the guards come for him. She shouts for them to leave him be—grabs onto him, refuses to let go until the guards push her to the ground—and all he can do is offer her a helpless look and murmur, “It’ll be all right. I’ll get out of this.” She is in the front of the crowd when they bring him forward, when his head is placed upon the block of wood, and when they ask for his last words, she refuses to look away—knows that she owes him that much. “Cat,” he says, looking ahead with nothing less than that familiar self-assurance, as though he’s certain he can still get out of this, “I love you, Cat.” Then the blade falls.
