Petyr Baelish Novels & Stories

“He came with Lord Soren’s escort.” She sat across from Mia without waiting for permission. That alone told Mia how serious this was. “He says he was there the night the real Mia Ashveil died,” Cecilia continued carefully. “He claims he helped prepare the body. He also says Lord Ashveil paid him to stay quiet.” Mia lowered her teacup slowly. “What is his name?” “Petyr, he has served the Ashveils for twelve years.” “Twelve years,” Mia repeated thoughtfully. “Long enough to be trusted.”

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

It's a new day and we have to go to the dining area. I knew Belinay was right and dragged myself to the shower from the bed. I got dressed and headed to the dining hall, hoping to find some food and peace. As soon as I entered, I saw Alpha Tyrion. He was sitting at the the table, looking like a king. He wore a black suit that hugged his muscular body. His dark hair was slicked back, his sharp eyes were piercing, his jaw was sharp. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and the most dangerous too.

An uncomfortable chuckle slipped past Kylan’s lips. “What is he after?” Cecilia asked. Her voice softened at the end, and I could already tell the situation was exhausting her before she even had the answers. “Kylan…” “Baelor,” he breathed. “He’s after Baelor.” He had said the name twice, and both times a chill ran down my spine. I watched Cecilia, whose reaction was anything but what I expected. She didn’t flinch, gasp, or appear shocked. None of that.

DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT DANIEL KING FELL FOR A WORTHLESS WHORE! DID YOU LIE TO HIM ABOUT WHO YOU REALLY ARE!!!” Daniel was livid and stepped forward but Bella asked him to let her handle this. She asked for the children to be taken out of the room first. I locked eyes with Athena as she was leaving and she shook her head and gave me a look of disgust and disappointment. Bella then walked majestically and confidently towards us, “Well, well, Gabriel, you seem to be a magnet to the crazy ones! No offense, but this one clearly didn’t make you very happy! You lost a lot of weight, and you actually look waaày older than you are. You totally lost the whole eye candy image." “YOU BITCH! H

I placed my hand on his cheek like my mother would as I cleaned the tears that stained his pale skin. "Rebecca died because she was weak and a coward to face her sins. If you keep wailing over Rebecca like a child whose favorite toy has been thrown into the fire then you are unfit to be by my husband side or stand as the head of the Greyjoy family Lord Tyrion." I advised him in a condescending manner that seemed to have aobered him. Father remained silent as I took my hands away from his hot cheeks and turned my back to him. "When you have gotten yourself together, we have more important matters to discuss about." I informed him before I took my leave with the sound of my hills echoing in th

I said so he looked at me and looked bad at Cynrad. "Song, it doesn't seem like a friend." Bael said and crossed his arms. The attitude is a man, I can bring him to my circle so I can have a pet dog. "Do what Pavel tells you to do." Cynrad said to Bael then looked at me. "Pavel is calling you." It told me so I had to walk away from them first.

He motioned urgently to Vesper’s beta — a tall, sharp-featured man named Dylan who had been standing beside his alpha the entire time. Dylan immediately moved forward, as if to join the search in the same corner. Baelor stepped into his path. “That area has already been thoroughly searched. The people there are enough.” Dylan tried to push past him. “I will see for myself.” My suspicions were now ironclad. I spoke, voice low but carrying through the entire infirmary. “It appears to me like you know exactly where to look. Almost like you kept something there yourself… or paid someone to.”

“Why would Baelor want June? He already has Draven where he wants him.” Joseph answered without looking back. “An Alpha’s son is leverage. If Baelor takes the boy, he can force Draven to step down or make deals. And if what Christiana said about your bloodline is true, the boy carries part of it. That makes him even more valuable.” Christiana added, “Baelor has always wanted power. He never cared who he hurt to get it.” I looked down at June walking beside me. His small legs were getting tired. I picked him up and carried him. He rested his head on my shoulder.

I told him with my voice dripping with meaning. "I think you are reaching far beyond you, Ty's" A voice said, I looked around for it and found out that it was Lord Petyr's. He was a small man, but the severity of his eyes made it clear that he wasn't powerless I raised my eyebrow quizzically, in mockery "Is that so? pray tell, let me know exactly what you mean by those words, Lord Petyr" "Hera is not yours and will never be yours. She has been betrothed to my son, you see" Lord Petyr said, a small smile playing on his lips and his eyes shining with something close to greed.