Petyr watched (Y/n) from across the table; doing his best to pretend that he was listening to whatever Lysa was speaking about, as they all broke fast. It had been days since he and the exquisite she-wolf had spoken; days since he had been able to place his hands on that soft flesh. From that day, (Y/n) had seemingly been doing her best to avoid him, the lady not to be found in any of her usual haunts within the keep. Not that Lysa had been making it easy for him to get away from her; the Lady Regent of the Vale seeming to sense that something may have occurred between her husband and niece, not that (Y/n) had been foolish enough to mention anything to the jealous woman; the she-wolf not blind to what her aunt would probably do to her, if she were to find out about their moment under the large window. Lysa, proving herself to be more unhinged and unstable with every passing day.

But Petyr had plans. He was already more than done with his new wife; already done with having to watch (Y/n) from afar and pretend that he wanted nothing to do with her. Of denying his true feelings and desires. The thought of the oldest daughter of Catelyn, the only thing that kept him going when he had to bed Lysa. The images of it being (Y/n) beneath him, of it being her that was moaning out his name, the only reason that he was able to remain hard in those moments. Yet tonight, all of that would change. Tonight, it would truly be the she-wolf that he lay with. The former Master of Coin no longer having to imagine what he wanted.

"May I be excused...........?" Petyr looking up at the sound of her voice. (Y/n) keeping her eyes set on the table, as she stood and waited for her cousin to reply. The odious child smiling as he looked between her and his mother.

"No. I want you to stay............" Robin announced. Petyr not blind to the twitch of annoyance at the corner of (Y/n)'s eye. But seeing as the young Arryn seemed to have the same proclivity for threatening to throw people from the Moon Door as his mother, (Y/n) simply nodded in reply, before retaking her seat.

"Of course, cousin............."

"And you will play with me when I am finished.........." Robin added. Petyr again noting the slight twitch, before the she-wolf nodded in agreement. Replying the same 'of course, cousin' as she settle herself back down. Robin then thankfully turning his attention to his mother, distracting Lysa long enough so that Petyr could catch (Y/n)'s attention. The lady slowly looking up; her eyes looking deep into his. Petyr wishing that he could reach out and touch her; that he could just stand up and take her into his arms. Yet all that would have to wait for that night; for his little plan to take shape...........

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Petyr had smiled to himself as the mother and son had consumed their evening meal. The powder that he had been able to mix in with their food, not enough to harm them; but would most certainly be enough to keep them asleep until late the next morning. The whoremonger relieved, as when he and Lysa got back to their shared bedroom, his wife had already been feeling the effects of his plan. And now, as the Eyrie fell completely silent, the lord finally rose from the bed, reaching for his dressing gown, before making his way to the door. The lord only having one destination in mind, only one goal foremost in his thoughts; and nothing and no one would come between him and it.

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(Y/n) stared up at the roof of her room. She hated this place; she hated the Eyrie, hated her aunt and that awful cousin of hers. She hated the fact that while so much had happened to the rest of her family, she had been unable to help. The she-wolf only feeling as though she could grieve for those that had been taken from her, when she was like this.......alone with her thoughts. Yet more than her hatred for all that, she hated herself.......hated herself for one reason in particular, and that was for having feelings for him.

From the moment that Lysa had introduced them, she had realised that Lord Baelish was trouble. That he could lie as easily as he breathed. That no matter the façade that she had built up around her, to protect herself from her unstable aunt and cousin; it was nothing compared to what Petyr could do. His silver tongue spinning all manner of tales to keep Lysa believing that he truly cared. Yet despite this......despite all the lies and wickedness she could see in him, (Y/n) still found herself wanting him. There something about him that spoke to her, that called to her. The she-wolf finding herself thinking about him when she was alone; and even more so since the day that he had sat with her at the window. Since he had kissed her flesh, and his hand had touched her skin; his fingers creeping ever closer to the prize. (Y/n) only then realising how much she truly wanted him, when she had not protested, when she had opened herself up to him. Happy to give the lord exactly what he wanted; exactly what she wanted. But she was no fool, she had seen the look in her aunt's eyes; (Y/n) already knowing that she had to be careful around her unstable and unpredictable aunt. Petyr presence only seeming to make her even more jealous; even more temperamental; so, she would have to keep her distance, whether she liked it or not. A moment like the one they had shared, not allowed to happen again; for if it did, and if they were caught, she knew all too well what her fate would be.

Suddenly she sat up, a soft knock at her bedroom door catching her attention. The lady rolling her eyes, before quickly getting up from her bed; presuming that it may be one of her maids or some other servant, come to tell her that her cousin could not sleep, and required her presence, as he had so many times before. The she-wolf opening the door to instead find the silver-tongued lord, smiling back at her.