Petyr Baelish Novels & Stories

“You get all wrong, Dad. He’s not like that.” “Are you sure about that? He came to the rescue when you were on that island. He pretended to save your company when he did all the escalation to let the stockholders panic selling. Then he came buying my share and Tyrion by using Striker Cade. Do you think that’s not his plan all along? Do you think I didn’t know that?”

In response, she bowed her head as Don got off the bed. “Have your clothes on, I smell my Beta.” She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom because she did not want to waste time getting dressed. “Alpha Don!!!!” Before entering, Beta Tyrion gave a greeting from the doorpost. "I just got a report that the slave master is dead—he was killed," he bowed. His fist bawled. “And what were the guards there doing when he was killed? Did they capture the culprit?” his voice raising at each word.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

Samson blushed awkwardly. He was a rough guy who had been a soldier for years and he never really did much reading. Thomas gave him a blank look, “Read more when you have time. Don’t just focus on drinking and fighting all day long. Daenerys knew that Tyrion was quite a talented person, so she offered him to be the hand of the king.” “Ryan is a talented individual, but you must not use Vany as a hostage to force him to join us. That’s not good.”

It's Ben who goes to answer it. He isn't like Abby, as he opens the door confidently, immediately letting in whoever was on the other side of the door. I should have seen it coming. He had left the room, which I assume was to call about me. That was how Asher knew that the word would get back to Sinful...they are all loyal subjects to him. What did surprise me, is Asher, who waltzes straight through the door.

"The fleets are locked in battle. Some archers got ashore, but the Hound's cut them to pieces, Y'Grace. Your brother's raising his chain, I heard the signal. Some drunkards down to Flea Bottom are smashing doors and climbing through windows. Lord Bywater's sent the gold cloaks to deal with them. Baelor's Sept is jammed full, everyone praying." "And my son?" "The king went to Baelor's to get the High Septon's blessing. Now he's walking the walls with the Hand, telling the men to be brave, lifting their spirits as it were." Cersei beckoned to her page for another cup of wine, a golden vintage from the Arbor, fruity and rich. The queen was drinking heavily, but the wine only seemed to make her

"I have to make things right. I know I've never lied to my parents, but I'll have to lie. I'll tell him my marriage with Dylan is over. I'll prove to him that I'll never turn my back on my own home..." "It's too late for that," Leah yelled. "Why?" "Because your father is dead, Scarlett!" Leah's voice carried enough intensity to shake the room. The words echoed eerily in Scarlett's ears. She staggered backwards, her knees growing weak. "What?" she whispered. Leah sighed and looked away. "King Eddard is dead. He died of a heart attack a week ago. And your mother, Queen Katherine, collapsed and is in a coma. The kingdom has no ruler as we speak."

Saeris gripped the railing of their loft, stunned. “Y-your Majesty!” Hareth wailed, face mottled with disbelief and fear, like he had only just realized his king was in court. “You can’t—I’m a noble! A veteran lord—!” But Vaelen stood over him now, blade already lowered, red dripping from its tip. “You think your medals matter? Your name? That stories of your old victories excuse what you’ve done?” The blade angled lazily now, already handed back to the guard without anyone noticing. And when Vaelen spoke again, the very air seemed to still. “It’s not your bloodline that matters now. Not your gods. Not your past achievement. Not the crown my father bestowed on you.” A pause. “It’s m

Lilith walks up to him and swings to punch him again but he grabs her hand, she quickly kicks him in the chin knocking him back. “Why did you do it?” she stands over Bael demanding answers. “She was in my way,” bael says, “she was in my way and I needed her gone, it's that simple, I wanted her region and now with her gone, my armies are marching to take it”. Lucifer stands up and walks over, “you did this for territory and power? Such a small man”.

“I’ve got their fucking leader.” Anguish is replaced by bloodthirstiness, and his brown eyes shimmer blood red. Out of the three of us, Church is the most hot-tempered one, while Valentine is more of a pacifist; I’m in between, depending on the situation. “Is she dead? Did you make it painful?” I shake my head, but he interjects before I can explain. “No-” “What the fuck do you mean ‘no?’ She killed Myrcella, Gabe; she deserves to fucking die!”