“I hope you know that I’m your friend, Sansa. Your true friend.”
jonquille’s thirty day asoiaf challenge | day two : a scene you want to see on the show
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Lysa threw herself into Littlefinger’s arms, sobbing. As they hugged, Sansa crawled from the Moon Door on hands and knees and wrapped her arms around the nearest pillar. She could feel her heart pounding. There was snow in her hair and her right shoe was missing. It must have fallen. She shuddered, and hugged the pillar tighter. Littlefinger let Lysa sob against his chest for a moment, then put his hands on her arms and kissed her lightly. “My sweet silly jealous wife,” he said, chuckling. “I’ve only loved one woman, I promise you.”
Lysa Arryn smiled tremulously. “Only one? Oh, Petyr, do you swear it? Only one?”
“Only Cat.” He gave her a short, sharp shove. Lysa stumbled backward, her feet slipping on the wet marble. And then she was gone. She never screamed.
For the longest time there was no sound but the wind.
formerly firsthalfofroger. known generally as rog. for a quick overview of my general personality, see: charlie kelly (of it's always sunny in philadelphia), except female and with a sense of hygiene.
