Mentioning the Vale could be tricky if they ask me about Aunt Lysa.
[ She didn't have to tell anyone about what happened to her Aunt but it would be hard to hide it if she was asked right out. Not that her family would suspect anything having happened to the strange woman but surely her mother would want to know how Sansa had been treated.
Not that she is meaning to question him but she can't help being curious about what he might say when it comes to such things. If he had even really stopped to consider it, which she was sure he had.
Taking another small bite of food, she continues to watch him. ]
I suppose you are right. I wouldn't be surprised if one of them showed up to question you at some point in the future too.
[ Petyr Baelish, bearer of bad news that no one wants to tell one another. But it also did cause them to respect him for being the one to tell the truth. ]
I did not tell her the manner, of course. But she knows that Lysa met an untimely demise. Even so, I'm not so certain even she could fault me for making the choice I had. For protecting you.
[ Still, it's just another one of their little secrets. Like Joffrey. ]
People usually do have questions. But Lysa's stability was one thing your mother cannot question -- having seen her recently, having seen the state she was in. She was no longer the Lysa Tully we both knew growing up.
[ Petyr falls silent as the waiter comes to take their half eaten appetizers from the table and bring over the main course -- two large bowls of exquisite soup full of rich vegetables, meat and flavors. They're also given fresh baked bread and butter to accompany the dish. And only when the server walks away, does Petyr speak again. ]
I didn't get much of a chance to speak to her more. This was at the library's opening, and I had been pulled away.
[ But there is still a bit of guilt lurking beneath the surface. Not as much as she should have since the woman had been her aunt but she pushes the thought from her mind rather quickly when the waiter brings them the soup.
Sitting back, she picks up a piece of bread while nodding. Then she decides to steer the conversation away from her mother and secrets. ]
Within the immediate future? I will be teaching you to fly, my love. Maurtia Falls has never looked quite as beautiful as it does from the sky.
[ He's evasive in answering her question, in bearing it all. Perhaps because he doesn't really have an end goal in mind for this world. There's no Iron Throne to sit upon. But there are political positions and a ladder to climb there. Or perhaps it's because he knows what will happen to their relationship in the future, how she may change if she goes home and returns. ]
But it still pales in comparison to you, sweetling.
[ Whistling for the waiter, the man brings over the final piece of the meal -- a plate of lemon cakes, just for Sansa. ]
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[ She didn't have to tell anyone about what happened to her Aunt but it would be hard to hide it if she was asked right out. Not that her family would suspect anything having happened to the strange woman but surely her mother would want to know how Sansa had been treated.
Not that she is meaning to question him but she can't help being curious about what he might say when it comes to such things. If he had even really stopped to consider it, which she was sure he had.
Taking another small bite of food, she continues to watch him. ]
I suppose you are right. I wouldn't be surprised if one of them showed up to question you at some point in the future too.
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[ Petyr Baelish, bearer of bad news that no one wants to tell one another. But it also did cause them to respect him for being the one to tell the truth. ]
I did not tell her the manner, of course. But she knows that Lysa met an untimely demise. Even so, I'm not so certain even she could fault me for making the choice I had. For protecting you.
[ Still, it's just another one of their little secrets. Like Joffrey. ]
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She would still have questions.
[ She suspects that he wouldn't want to tell Catelyn that it had all started because Lysa saw him kiss Sansa. ]
What else did you tell her?
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[ Petyr falls silent as the waiter comes to take their half eaten appetizers from the table and bring over the main course -- two large bowls of exquisite soup full of rich vegetables, meat and flavors. They're also given fresh baked bread and butter to accompany the dish. And only when the server walks away, does Petyr speak again. ]
I didn't get much of a chance to speak to her more. This was at the library's opening, and I had been pulled away.
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[ But there is still a bit of guilt lurking beneath the surface. Not as much as she should have since the woman had been her aunt but she pushes the thought from her mind rather quickly when the waiter brings them the soup.
Sitting back, she picks up a piece of bread while nodding. Then she decides to steer the conversation away from her mother and secrets. ]
Tell me more of your plans for the future?
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[ He's evasive in answering her question, in bearing it all. Perhaps because he doesn't really have an end goal in mind for this world. There's no Iron Throne to sit upon. But there are political positions and a ladder to climb there. Or perhaps it's because he knows what will happen to their relationship in the future, how she may change if she goes home and returns. ]
But it still pales in comparison to you, sweetling.
[ Whistling for the waiter, the man brings over the final piece of the meal -- a plate of lemon cakes, just for Sansa. ]