The Snow Keep

Petyr knew he’d need to deal with the Northern whore. He’d so far been lenient with her, though he’d warned her before not to step out of line. However, he’d been hearing whispers in the wind. Whispers of secret meetings, and of plots to undermine all of his careful plans. He’d have thought Varys cleverer than to proposition her in his own establishment. Of all the men… and at that thought he chuckled… of all the men in the Realm, Varys ought to know that even the very walls have ears. He entered the brothel, relieved that it was still standing. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noted that the battle hadn’t reduced his clientele. Most of his girls seemed to be engaged with soldiers. War is good for business, he thought with a smirk, as he moved in the direction of his office. The soldiers spent what meager coin they had on drink and whores, and his pockets became heavier, while the other merchants in the city went hungry. Before entering his office he told a passing gi...

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My sweetling I found your diary unlocked and took a peek. I love your thoughts and decided to leave a few of my own. Hope you don't mind, but if you do, then come find me and scold me most harshly. *smiles with amusement in his grey-green eyes* ~Petyr *She enters the library, stands in front of you blushing deeply* Petyr! Of course I’ll scold you! Those are my private thoughts, the things I’ve written in my journal were not meant for your eyes! If you had done this weeks ago, I’m sure I would have died of embarrassment. Now, however, my feelings for you are no secret. My love for you, an open book, so deep, its knows no bounds. My heart, my soul, no longer my own, they are yours to keep. Yours to do with what you will. I can only pray that you will handle them carefully. Myself, I am yours from head to toe, to use in any way you desire. You know how I desire you, to be with you, to be in your arms, always. *smiles and cups your cheek with my hand, leaning in to kiss your l...

My Dear One, No man can ever claim you from me. I reserved myself for you. We will have the perfect life. You are My princess, My daughter. Let no prince ask for your hand from me. I am your Father, soon the King of kings. You, My White Queen, are worth loving and deserve a prince like Me. <3s Petyr Read more from Petyr & Alayne here: http://houndgirrl.blogspot.com/p/alaynes-journal.html

Alayne: Yes, she'd said...yes...yes... the whispered word echoes in her head again and again... he asked me, and I've said yes... do I love him? she thought as he took her by the wrist and gently led her to his chambers... Yes, I believe I do... do I want this? Gods, yes... when he's looking at me in that way he has, when he touches me... yes, I want him. they entered his chambers, she crossed the threshold, he closed the door behind them...locked it. she stood in the middle of the floor for a moment shaking a little Petyr... perhaps I could have some more wine... she said in barely more than a whisper and crossed to the balcony, opening the doors and stepping out into the cold Petyr : Just a little then. I wouldn't want anyone to accuse me of taking advantage of you. teases as he pours two glasses of dark red wine and then follows you outside, handing you a glass There's nothing be so nervous about my sweetling. reaches out to cup your cold cheek, warmi...

Petyr @ MasterofCoin : *waits till A layne is away and then has the servants fill her closet with an array of  beautiful lingerie* Alayne @ AlayneStone_ :  *returns from walking and goes to her wardrobe to change for dinner. discovers your gifts, dresses and runs to find you* petyr! you shouldn't have... you've given me so many beautiful gifts already! thank you!!! *runs to you, hugs you tightly* Petyr: *chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around you* A surprise can't stay hidden for long around you I see. *takes a sweet kiss* Alayne: *laughs* i was only changing for dinner! how could i miss all those pretty things? *sighs into your kiss* Petyr: Just because we're secluded up here in the Eyrie, doesn't mean my lady can't have the finest garments in the realm. *grins*   Alayne: they're all so pretty, i love them! *kisses you again* it feels lovely to wear new clothes!   Petyr: *offers you his arm, escorting you to the dinner hall* If there...

Sits at his desk in the open atrium style study, pulling out blank parchment sheets and a quill to write several raven messages, but instead finds his mind wandering and unfocused on the task. An unusual and rare occurrence for the Master of Coin. He sets the quill back in its ink well and leans back into his comfortable leather chair with a sigh, gazing up at the solar and watching the snowflakes drift down and paste themselves against the glass panes. All those delicate beautiful shapes doomed to the inevitable pull of an unseen force. He smiles then. Finding the snowflakes so similar to pieces on a chessboard. All being moved by the hand of a great mastermind, unknowing of the hidden force that guides their every move, leading them all to a cleverly designed and perhaps some would say fated end.      Closing his eyes in relaxation, he thinks upon the beautiful winter rose in his possession. The lovely and enchanting Sansa Stark, his White Queen and the future key to ...

I don’t want to think these thoughts. Perhaps if I make myself write them down, they’ll go. Like a cleansing. And if not? Then perhaps it will be a bit like talking to someone. Petyr. His smile … he really is a very handsome man. Not a big man like…  *No, I will not think of him*   … His kisses, I didn’t want to enjoy them. The bath, Petyr holding me, the way my body responded to him. Its all so confusing … Last night he gave me a necklace, and I forgot myself. Or did I? * Could I really want his attentions?*   Sitting by the fire, he asked … and I gave him my permission. My bodice open, his mouth on me … gods, I wanted it then. But now? In the cold light of day? I must make myself truly think about this. * You must be honest with yourself Alayne, if even   you   lie to yourself, then there really is no truth left in the world.* He wants me to love him. I asked him if he wanted this and he said yes, he wanted me to be utterly and completely his. But when...

His business has taken him away for the day, so Alayne wanders the castle without fear of crossing paths with him. Its not that she is afraid. But perhaps she is. Afraid of what, though? She isn’t quite sure. She chooses a book in the library, looking forward to settling into the deep window seat to read. Instead she finds herself gazing out of the window at the Vale spread out below her, her mind wandering to places she’d rather it didn’t travel. She hops down and searches the shelves some more, not knowing what she is looking for, just hoping to distract herself from her thoughts. Climbing one of the second level ladders, a small plain volume catches her eye. It has no title, the cover is worn and faded cloth. Its held closed with two gold clasps, dark and worn with age, but she can still see floral designs etched into the metal. When she opens it she finds the pages are blank. When she’s climbed down the ladder, she notices she is still holding the book. After she’s descended to t...