Chapter 58: Petyr Baelish

The North made plans and began to implement them, moving a small amount of their forces south of the Neck into Riverlands and the Reach, putting themselves into a position to begin to assist in weakening the Stormlands and curbing Dorne.

Tywin also moving on the Crownlands, hell bent on making Robert pay for betraying his family, all the while his daughter acting on her own to ensure she got what she wanted, which worked counterproductive to Tywins own plans.

While all these forces made their moves, up in the Vale, Petyr Baelish too was making moves of his own. Though he was somewhat successful, he was finding it quite a bit more difficult than he imagined.

The Lords of the Vale were not as cooperative as he had thought they would've been. Petyr wasn't foolish to believe that all the lords would've fallen in line, but he had thought the majority of them wouldn't have given any trouble, this would've allowed him to use the majority to handle the minority that he knew wouldn't like his involvement in their lands.

But what happened was quite the opposite to what he imagined, it was a minority that supported him, while the majority wanted him to return to Kings Landing.

Petyr sat within Jon Arryn's solar, pondering on his next course of action. He knew that the only way he could achieve his goals was to take control of Robin, his bastard son with Lysa. This was proving to be very difficult due to Lysa herself, although she did support Petyr fully, her foolishness was what was hindering him at almost every turn.

He tried to tell Lysa that they couldn't let their relationship be known, it would not only undermine his authority with the Vale lords but also Lysa's as well.

Petyr was frustrated with Lysa, her actions and poor acting skills, namely in matters pertaining to him and Robin had made many of the Vale lords uncomfortable. During meetings Lysa openly breastfed Robin who was well past the age to be still suckling on his mothers tits, not only that but she showed clear submission to Petyr during those same meetings.

'Damned this woman, she is making things so much more difficult than it has to be. She looks like a mad woman allowing a boy of 6 name days to suckle on her tits in front of all the other lords. It makes me want to toss her out of that bloody Moon Door myself, but I still need her. She can bring Catelyn here, once she has done that she will no longer be of use to me, then I will enjoy throwing that cunt thru it myself.' Petyr thought as he drummed his fingers on the desk.

The Eyrie was built on top of the peak of the tallest mountain on the continent, several thousands of feet above the valley floor. The Moon Door was a massive door that was built into the floor of the main meeting hall of the castle, it was the main way prisoners and enemies within the Vale were executed. The door was opened and the prisoner was thrown in, having them fall all the way to the bottom of the valley.

The Eyrie was considered impenetrable without the use of a dragon, the only way into the castle was a narrow road. Just to approach it, an army would need to not only traverse the narrow causeway, they also needed to pass by three castles that guarded the ascent in single file, which made them extremely vulnerable to archer attacks from those castles.

The castle was so high up that it could only be inhabited during the spring and summer months, during the winter the inhabitants are moved to the Gates of the Moon, a castle that sat at the bottom of the same mountain that the Eyrie was atop. It was actually one of the smallest castles of the realm, only able to garrison five hundred men at once.

Due to it's location and the difficulty in attacking, five hundred men was plenty enough to defend it against any number of ground forces.

It was technically more difficult to attack than even Moat Cailin in the North, the reason being that there was literally only one way into the castle. Moat Cailin was impossible to attack from the south, but if the attacking army came from the north then you could take it much easier. The only way to take the Eyrie was with a dragon.

Petyr hated Lysa, he only slept with her so that he could imagine she was her sister Catelyn, and to use her love for him to get what he wanted. He used her to get higher positions and manipulated her into thinking that he loved her so that she would do whatever he wanted.

As he thought about what to do next, the door to the solar opened and Lysa strolled into the office, her face full of happiness now that the man she loved was now constantly within her home.

"Greetings my love, I have just finished putting Sweetrobin to sleep, mayhaps you and I can now enjoy ourselves as we used to now that we are alone." Lysa stated with a loving expression.

"Aye, that would be possible my dear, but first I need to plan our next move." Petyr replied with a smile.

"Oh, do tell what you want, I will be sure to help in anyway I can." Lysa stated as she walked up behind Petyr.

"Well now that we have the Lannisters and Baratheons at each others throats, we will need to weaken the North and their alliance while strengthening our own position. For that I may need you assistance." Petyr responded, careful with his wording knowing that if he says what he wants directly she would ruin everything.

"Hmmm, and do you have any ideas how we can do this?" Lysa asked as she began to massage Petyr's shoulders lovingly.

"Aye, that I do, but implementing it will be difficult. It is what keeps me from your bed as of now my love." Petyr said as he enjoyed himself.

"Oh, well we can't have that. Tell me, what can I do to help you along. You have been in this room all day, I wish us to go to bed." Lysa said as she ran her hands down the front of his chest seductively.

"Well, if your willing I could definitely use you, the way I see it, the best way to weaken the North is thru your sister. Should we be able to hold her hostage, it would make Lord Stark much more amicable to bending the knee to us when we are ready." Petyr answered back lovingly.

He knew that Lysa had a lot of animosity towards the Starks and her sister, the reason was due to Catelyn got to wed a young man while she had to wed Jon Arryn who was much older than her. This was why he worded it in such a way.

"Well I believe I can help with that my love, why don't I write a letter stating that I am sick, and when that dog Stark sends her and some men to come see me, we can kill her guards and throw her in the Sky Cells. My sister would then be under our control, and if we are lucky she could bring some of those children of hers." Lysa said after some thought.

Petyr put on a surprised expression as he pretended to ponder her words, "Aye, that would be of help. Plus if she brings Sansa or Arya we can have them forcably wed our son Robin, give him a wife that we can use to gain the North for ourselves. My love, you are a blessing from the Seven, how could I not think of this."

Lysa chuckled as she moved her hands within his pants, grabbing a hold of his cock as she whispered into his ear, "That's why we are perfect for one another, my Petyr. We compliment one another perfectly. Would you like me to write it now? I have wanted you inside me since you arrived, and if you would agree to put this inside me while I write it, I can get the motivation to write such a letter as you do." She said as she stroked his member.

Petyr internally sneered at the woman but showed a smile, "Of coarse my dear, come sit on my lap and get your cunt plowed as your trick your sister into coming here. However, don't write of sickness, write of difficulty with your vassal lords. Say that you fear a revolt of the lords of the Vale, that way she could bring more northmen with her, we need to weaken her husbands forces as much as possible."

Lysa smiled joyfully as she unashamedly began to undo his pants and walk to his front, before coming to the solar she had removed her undergarments, so all she needed to do was lift her dress. Lifting up her dress, she waited for Petyr to pull down his pants before she sat down, inserting his cock inside her dripping wet hole.

She let out a satisfied moan as she fully sat down and began to move up and down, but after a few movements, Petyr grabbed her by her hair and demanded, "Write it or I will pull it out. If I just wanted a fuck, there are plenty of maids for me to choose from."

"Ah, no... I shall...write...it...now...gods...I have...missed this." Lysa said as she enjoyed herself.

Lysa began to write her letter as she bounced upon Petyr's cock, enjoying herself fully. She couldn't wait to finish the letter and made sure she wrote in code that only her sister would know. Before they were wed off, the two sisters were very close to one another. So she knew she had to use a means to portray a level of danger.

Lysa wanted her sister there badly, to make her suffer as she had to when she was forced to sleep with the old Jon Arryn she had married. She was aware that Petyr had once been in love with her sister, but now she believed she had won his heart.

Little did she know she was mearly sealing her own fate, as soon as Petyr had Catelyn, Lysa's life would basically have come to an end. He had absolutely no love for her, everything was a game to Petyr. He used people for his own gains.

Even the whores within the brothels he owned were sold to rich merchants and lords with dark fetishes, they were used as bargaining chips to gain favors and information from them.

Although Petyr believed he loved Catelyn, in reality it was power and status that he loved. In the original timeline he had ultimately betrayed Catelyn Stark, he facilitated the Red Wedding which killed her, Robb and many of the northern lords. He then turned that love towards Sansa, thinking she reminded him of Catelyn, but once again betrayed her by giving her to the Boltons.

He knew what would happen to Sansa when he handed her over to Roose Bolton, she would be tortured and raped by Ramsey, but he didn't even blink an eye when he did. He gained more from handing her over than he would've should he kept her to himself.

As Lysa was writing her coded letter to her sister, in the North, a two figures that were accompanied by several dogs were making their way thru the woods that surrounded Karhold. It was a common looking woman with brown hair and eyes, small breasts and long legs. With her was a ugly young boy with blotchy pink skin, long black hair with small close-set brown eyes.

This was Ramsay Snow, the bastard of Roose Bolton, and his mother. They had escaped the lands of Dreadfort after hearing about Roose's death, Ramsay's mother knew that if they stayed her son would be killed by the men of the land.

Ramsay was a viscious psychopath who enjoyed rape, necrophilia, and torture, even from a young age. He enjoyed the Bolton heritage of flaying people, mainly women, alive. The dogs they had with them were being trained by him to be vicious and extremely violent.

He used them to hunt peasants to practice the art of flaying, so many young girls and women had gone missing in not only the Bolton lands, but the surrounding lands as well. Many believed that Ramsay Snow was the cause, tho no evidence could be recovered to support this.

The reason was because after he had his fun, he fed the bodies of his victims to his pack of female feral dogs. His mother knew of these acts, she did nothing to curb her sons nature, she feared him, but also relished in his actions knowing that it would bring down Roose Bolton.

However, now she found herself in a tough spot, House Bolton had fallen already, so any protection they had was now gone since Roose was no longer alive. So she left the lands and made her way to Karhold where she could hide them both.

Eventually she planned to have Ramsay get what was rightfully his, have him take lordship over the Dreadfort, but the boy was too young right now, plus the betrayal of Roose to the Starks was still fresh in everyones minds. Any attempt to make Ramsay's existance known would most likely result in both of their deaths.

"Mother why are we going to Karhold?" Ramsay asked as they made their way thru the thick woods.

"It is the best place to hide until you are able to gain enough experience to take your birthright my son. The Karstarks are related to the Starks, so hiding there would be the best place since they would never imagine the last son of Roose Bolton to hide there. Not only that but these woods are rich in wildlife, so surviving within the outskirts of Karhold will be easy enough." She answered back.

"Why can't I just take my lordship now, we could live in a large castle and have servants wait on us hand and foot?" Ramsay replied curiously.

"Because now is not the right time. You will need to learn to be strong, if you tried to stake your claim now, many would work against you due to your fathers actions. So to keep that from happening you will need to grow strong. I will get you a position within the guard of the Karstarks so you can receive training. Once you are ready, then we can leave to retake your fathers lands, you would be ready to defend your rights at that time and be able to keep what is yours." She replied firmly.

She planned to work as a prostitute for the guards of Karhold, which would win her the favor of the guards, allowing Ramsay to be given access to free training. In this way he would learn not only how to fight, but also military tactics, and discipline.

"Alright mother, I shall work hard so that I can avenge my father. It will also allow me to practice my flaying on the relatives of those Starks. I hear Lord Karstark has a daughter about my age, Alyse, I will enjoy getting my hands on her." Ramsay said as a cruel smile spread on his face as he pet his dogs who were traveling with them.

Even though Ramsay was only seven years old, his proclivity towards inflicting harm on others was deeply rooted. His mother shivered as she saw her son imagining what he would do while they were in hiding.

She prayed to the Old Gods that he wouldn't turn on her and use her for his sadistic pleasures, it was why she never stopped him from doing what he did, out of fear that should she do so, that he would do to her what he did to any women and girls he found in the woods or traveling.