Chapter 212

PETYR BAELISH POV

That night

The mad woman cried as he wrapped his arms around her and consoled her in a gentle and soothing manner like the whores in his fine establishments often did for their tired and stressed customers.

She looked even more uglier than usual in her disheveled state with all the begging and crying.

For a moment, he wondered how Lord Hoster Tully could give birth to two girls that are so different from one another.

Cat, his dear Cat. So beautiful and graceful. And Lysa. Foolish little Lysa would always tried to compare herself to her sister and always fell short in all the ways that counted.

At least she a loyal and made for an excellent puppet for his grand plans.

The only price being that he was forced to show his affection for her every now and then.

Oh how he wished that Cat was here right now, in his arms, crying about her unsatisfied marriage rather than Lysa.

But things never go the way you want them to go in your life.

That was one of the important lessons he had learned quite early in his life.

"Please Petyr. You must help me. He's taking my child away from me." She cried "Please."

"Of course Lysa." He said, as soothingly as possible as he gave her a warm and caring smile "How could I ever let anyone separate you from your son. And sending them to the Starks on top of that." He shook his head "I don't know what your husband was thinking."

She shook her head furiously and clutched even more tightly at him "He's no husband of mine. He never was and he never will be." She sobbed "You're the only one I've ever loved Petyr. The only one for me."

"Of course." He smiled "I would never doubt your love or devotion toward my dear Lysa." He hesitated but then kissed her into the lips.

It brought no joy to him.

It never did.

Whenever he kissed her lips, he would go back to the times when he was young and foolish and so madly in love. When he and Cat hid in the Gods wood in those warm summer mornings and played the game of kissing.

Lysa's lips never brought any joy to him. Not like Cat's used to do. Before they grew up.

He broke the kiss and then kissed her on the forehead, realizing that if he wanted to take advantage of his plans, then he would have to prepone them by a few months.

The time for Jon Arryn to leave the world has come.

He pulled Lysa into a hug and smiled the warm smile that she always feel for. That she could never look through, maybe because she knew what hid behind the smile and didn't want to see through it and break her own delusions. "My dear Lysa. Here is what you must do."