A new tale

A loud muffled moan suggested the woman's orgasm.

Kai had killed the torches, darkening the already dark corridor. There were many rooms here, but all were empty, with no sign of any patrolling guards either. On Lysa Arryn's orders, Kai had guessed.

In between his ear and the wooden doors, there was a glass. With no other solution, Kai had to go with the old way to eavesdrop on the things going on within the room. He imagined a glass cup, and his Miscellaneous Rent Box did the rest. The MRB gave all imagined vessels a reality if they were within the limits, and Kai had used this property. Ingenious!

The glass worked magnificently. Even more so when the wooden doors were rough, and had gaps here and there. Kai heard her moaning, her buried screams, her gasps, and his thrusts. There was little the glass didn't capture, and when it was finally done, the lovers whispered.

Kai's eyes narrowed.

"How long? For how long, Petyr?" Lady Arryn asked, gasping for air. "For how long I must hold back my screams? I want to cry when I feel you inside me. I want to cry so loud that from Dorne to the Wall, everyone will know that Petyr Baelish is fucking Lysa Arryn."

'What the?' Kai thought, feeling incredulous.

"Now that would need some powerful lungs, my love," a sly voice replied. Kai noticed there was amusement in this voice, mischief, and it belonged to a man, but it might have belonged to a woman or a child as easily. "The entire King's Landing is in Chaos, Lysa. You know that."

"Yes, I know," Lysa said sharply. "But he is gone, Petyr. Jon's gone. Yes, it's sooner than we had planned, but it has already happened, and I won't let them take my son from me. I won't."

"Lysa, my love," said Petyr in a hushed tone. "This is neither the time nor place to speak of such things. Red Keep's walls have ears bigger than a dragon. How many times must I warn you?"

"Not anymore," Lysa said brusquely. "Make this one the last, then. Take me Petyr. Take me away. Jon's gone. I am telling you. That old fool would have never remained away from the king if he could. He's dead. Dead! Dead! Dead!"

Kai couldn't believe the madness he was feeling in the voice. 'No wonder the apple didn't fall far from the tree,' he thought. 'The boy's mental health doesn't come from Jon Arryn but his mother. Shame.'

A shuffling of clothes followed Lysa's outburst. From the steps, Kai could tell it was Petyr who had left the bed first. "A lack of body doesn't mean he's alive, I agree, Lysa darling," Lord Petyr hissed. "But without a body, it is also hard to declare someone dead. Wait. Hear me first. I won't let them take away our sweetrobin to Dragonstone if you fear so. Believe me."

"Oh, Petyr!" Lysa Arryn cried. "Tell me it's true. Tell me."

"Why would I lie to you, my love?"

"Gods," the woman said thankfully. "But… how? You told me they are sending him off tomorrow evening. It will be too late, Petyr."

'It's coming,' Kai reflected. 'Something's happening tomorrow.'

"Haha!" Petyr chuckled, a thin laugh screeching through the door. "Their evening will never come. Mariene is leaving the port for the fingers in the dawn. You and Robert will leave on the ship."

'Fuck!' Kai cursed, a vein popping up on his forehead. 'This is too soon. How would I let the queen know of it discreetly? She won't be alone today, she told me as much. Damn!'

"Petyr, my sweet… Petyr," Lysa said, her voice breaking from the sudden tears. Then her tone turned into that of a puzzlement. "Me and Robert? And you? You don't mean to stay here, Petyr, do you?"

"Lysa," Petyr called her endearingly. "Someone must stay here to see that no harm will come to you. I am the Master of Coin. I can't leave the city on a whim. You know that. I want you two to be safe in the Eyrie before thinking of me. Think of our sweetrobin first. We can't afford to waste time, can we?"

'What a fucking devious tongue?!' Kai was gobsmacked. 'I thought I was the master of manipulations, but this… This is something else. I must have his tale. I must.'

The Book had been shuddering since the moment he had come near the door. Kai had met Lysa Arryn before. The Book hadn't reacted to her, so Kai could easily tell it was the man who was making the Book react so. So he waited to get some proof first, and then go with the devouring of the tale. Kai couldn't afford any distraction regarding the Hidden Mission. Never.

"I… I understand, my love," Lysa finally said, reluctantly. "Oh, you are so concerned for me and Robert. I will wait for you in Vale. I will keep me and Robert both good and happy for you, secured behind the high walls of Eyrie, I promise."

"I know," Petyr whispered. "Let me kiss you before going out. The next time we meet, we will be in Vale."

"Kiss me, yes," Lysa cried, stepping off the bed. "But let me love you first."

"No, Lysa," said Petyr alarmingly. "I just put up my breeches. Wait… Oh… easy…"

'That's enough, heh!' Kai sniggered. 'Let Lysa wrap her mouth around his cock. I have better things to do.'

Kai let the glass go, and it disappeared. His hand flicked, and the Book came out. Kai took a deep breath, making all stray thoughts and emotions vanish. Only his ambition left. His goal. And the face of his mother.

The Book's pages flipped one by one, going past the latest tale. When Kai opened his eyes, the Book was already singing the Song of History. The entire world shook. Familiar red-blue flashes blinded his eyes, and the crispy yellow parchments felt alive.

Then he saw.

A new Title had materialized at the top. The Tales of Beedle the Bard had devoured another tale.

And what a tale it would be!

'-The Herald of Chaos-'