34 - Peter Baelish
Part 35
Fire OF A Stark
@dragonixfrye
Someone knocked on my chamber door making me rub the sleep from my eyes. It was early in the city but most people were already awake and off at their jobs. The sun had finally risen enough in the sky where it was pouring through the windows when I slipped out of bed. Finding some trousers and one of Jaime’s shirts I answered the door not expecting to see my sister Sansa standing outside. “Sansa, what are you doing here this earlier. Is everything okay?”
“I just wanted to talk with you…the last time I heard your name I thought you were dead. I…I miss my sister.” She grasped her hands together in front of her gray dress. Her red hair was pinned up in a bun while mine was a knotted mess from last night with Jaime.
Tucking hair behind my ear I cleared my throat not having anything else really to do. Jaime was off training with Bronn and Tyrion was dealing with his father. Joanna was getting her breakfast too. “Sure. Let me change really quickly. You can come inside.” Moving back to the crate I pulled out a tunic shirt and some different trousers, tying the laces of my boots pining some of my hair up with a golden clip.
“So you’ve just decided to not wear dresses anymore?” She asked me sitting on the foot of my bed watching me.
Glancing over my shoulder I rummaged around the other crates searching for my sword. Whether we were still in the North or in the South I wouldn’t go anywhere without a weapon. After being captured and beaten multiple times I wouldn’t let anyone push me around anymore. “It’s stupid. You trip over yourself and it just makes most men want to sleep with you even more or beat the crap out of you.”
“Should ask what happened to you when you were captured with Ser Jaime…I mean if it’s sensitive I understand.” She locks gazes with me before I clipped my sword belt onto my hip offering her my right hand.
Looping my arm through hers I just started walking figuring that she would like time in the gardens. She always liked seeing the flowers that would bloom when it was too cold in the North. “You’re right I don’t want to talk about it. But there’s something I want you to know, sis. The world of the game of thrones is risky and you have to accept that you can be more than what everyone expects you to be.”
“You mean like you and Jaime? He lets you just do whatever you want.” My sister met my gaze with some confusion on her face. I could tell that she had grown up a little since I had last seen her. Joffrey had broken the innocence out of her the day he took our father’s head.
Pausing our walking through the garden I intertwined our hands together feeling my sword swaying when I turned to face her. She sent me a weak smile parting her lips secretly proud of how strong I seemed to have become. “Jaime has surprised me if I am being completely honest with you Sansa. He lost his hand and has become a better person than the man I first ever met on my wedding day. And I know it doesn’t seem like it now but Tyrion might be the guy that is right for you too.”
“Jaime! Stop it the Northern lords will hear us.” I struggled to hold in my giggling at the top of my lungs. He had tugged me upstairs and back to our chambers. I fell backwards onto the bed with him struggling to remove his shirt until I grabbed his hand holding it in mine. "We don't really have time for this you know Lannister."
He sends me a glare plopping down onto his back where I held myself up with my elbows shaking my head. "Well I'm sorry if my wife declaring who she really is makes me want to do this…be alone with you."
"We can later once we finish this war coming according to Jon. But whether we like it or not I am going to fight so our daughter has a good life." Squeezing his hand in mine he nodded leaning forward resting his forehead against mine until someone knocked on the door making us break apart.
Getting to my feet I opened the door only by a crack seeing that it was Little Finger standing outside. He nodded simply before he spoke up. "Lady Dragon, I was hoping we could speak privately."
"I don't really want to talk with you right now, Baelish." Crossing my arms over my chest I glared at the man. We hadn't discussed anything more about our sort of arrangement since we had to deal with Ramsay. Jaime and I hadn’t even had a chance to think about what I had signed our daughter up for.
Jaime sat up on the bed getting to his feet coming to stand behind me wrapping his arms around my waist in the middle resting his chin on my shoulder since he was taller. “What do you want to discuss with my wife, Little Finger?”
“I assume she has shared with you the arrangement we settled on so that I would help aid Lady Sansa in her quest to remove Ramsay Bolton from keeping control of this castle and its citizens.” He replied, shifting his shoulders a little.
Jaime snickered in my ear, making me send him a slight glare from the corner of my eye. “You’re talking about marrying off my infant daughter to a young child who is almost becoming of age.”
Jaime was right about that it was weird. It would make more sense if Robin Arryn was an infant too but he isn’t. Even if we still agree to have them wed, Robin would be almost as old as Jaime. It worked for us but that’s not the case for everyone. “Baelish, I don’t think our deal can still stand. I didn’t even agree to the arrangement. You only spoke of it as a suggestion but we never made it official.”
“Then we need to make this a done deal before I have another house come offering their daughter up-“ Little Finger tries to say until the guards open our door beginning to drag him backwards. Jaime and I both shared the same confusing look chasing after the guards that were holding him.
Moving through the halls as fast as I could I gasped in great emotion seeing someone that I never expected to see ever again. “Arya! Seven hells you’re alive!” I cheered seeing the young girl standing before me still seeing that she was carrying the tiny sword that Jon had given her.
“Cadence!” She ran forward throwing her arms around my neck. Wrapping my arms around her I buried my face in her hair relieved that she was actually alive. Pulling away from the hug she eyed Jaime slightly confused. “You’re still with him. Why is he here to fight for the North?”
Jaime dropped his hands at his sides seeing that there was a handmaiden coming over carrying our daughter until I took her from her arms. “I intend to fight beside my wife and wherever she takes our daughter. Littlest Stark this is Rhaenyra Lannister.”
“She’s adorable. I like the name a good choice.” My youngest smiled before she heard someone coming over to us where I started crying even more seeing someone else I longed to reunite with.
The person in the wheelchair was none other than Bran, the last living Stark boy of the North. The boy was fully grown now but he was still paralyzed by what Jaime had done years ago. Arya takes the baby from my arms seeing that I would nearly drop her when I fling my arms around his neck sobbing heavily. “I have missed you, Lynesse. When I became the three eyed raven I saw all of what you have been through. You have also helped Ser Jaime to be better.”
Bran and I broke our hug before I saw the guards release Baelish right in front of Sansa. Taking Rhaenyra from my younger sister's arms, Jaime and I moved to sit down beside her knowing that whatever was about to happen wouldn’t be good. “You stand accused of murder. You stand accused of treason. How do you answer these charges…”
“Lady Sansa, forgive me...I'm a bit confused.” He responded back slightly confused.
My sister sat back in her chair sternly speaking to him. “Which charges confuse you? Let's start with the simplest one...you murder our aunt, Lysa Arryn. You pushed her through the Moon Door and watched her fall. Do you deny it?”
“I did it to protect you.” He attempted to defend himself.
Yet she didn’t believe him and I was proud of her that she wasn’t so native anymore. The innocent girl was learning how to play the game of thrones. “You did it to take power in the Vale. Earlier, you conspired to murder Jon Arryn. You gave Lysa Tears of Lys to poison him. Do you deny it?”
“Whatever your aunt might have told you...she was a troubled woman. She imagined enemies everywhere.” Baelish stepped forward carefully wording his words.
Jaime and I shared a glance where I placed my hand over his seeing that he was making it into a fist. "You had Aunt Lysa send a letter to our parents telling them it was the Lannisters who murder Jon Arryn when, really, it was you. The conflict between the Starks and the Lannisters, it was you who started it. Do you deny it? You conspired with Cersei Lannister and Joffrey Baratheon to betray our father, Ned Stark. Thanks to your treachery, he was imprisoned and later executed on false charges of treason. Do you deny it?”
“I deny it!” Little Finger shouted where I heard his voice break. My sister was right though everything that broke my chosen family apart was all his fault. “None of you were there to see what happened. None of you knows the truth.”
Bran suddenly spoke up with him being on the other side of Sansa. “You held a knife to his throat. You said, "I did warn you not to trust me."
“You told our mother this knife belonged to Tyrion Lannister. But that was another one of your lies. It was yours.” Arya was standing behind him while she drew a small blade that was inside her fighting gear.
Baelish moved forward putting his hands on the table trying to get my sister to rethink her decision. “If we could speak alone, I can explain everything.”
“Sometimes when I'm trying to understand a person's motives, I play a little game. I assume the worst. What's the worst reason you have for turning me against my sister? That's what you do, isn't it? That's what you've always done... turn family against family, turn sister against sister. That's what you did to our mother and Aunt Lysa, and that's what you tried to do to us.” Sansa rose to her feet when he stumbled backwards looking around the room at all the others watching the scene before them.
Little Finger turned to me and Jaime but I hugged Rhaenyra closer to my chest not wanting Robin Arryn to be anywhere near us. Who knows what that man has been telling the child. “Sansa. Lynesse, please….I can ensure the safety of that child.”
“I don’t believe anything you say. I have grown up and learned how people like you think and get others to think you’re so clever. Yet now you will face the consequences of what you have done.” Glaring at him, Jaime squeezed my knee not needing to say anything.
Baelish cracked his voice. “Sansa, I beg you! I loved your mother since the time I was a boy. “
“And yet, you betrayed her….if you truly loved her you wouldn’t have done such a thing. You’re lucky that I don’t release my dragon on you Baelish!” I snapped quickly cutting him off, glaring at the man directly.
He shook his head begging my sister again. “I loved you. More than anyone.”
“And yet, you betrayed me. When you brought me back to Winterfell, you told me there's no justice in the world, not unless we make it. Thank you for all your many lessons, Lord Baelish. I will never forget them.” Sansa moved around the table standing very close to the man who was now begging on his knees for his life.
Arya stepped forward quickly, cutting his throat with her blade, silencing his final words. “Sansa!”
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