Littlefinger: gripping your hand tightly "Do you understand the gravity of this? Will you take me in, as your wife?"
he smiles gently, relief washing over his face "Thank you. Thank you for accepting me. I was afraid you would reject me."
he moves closer, his voice lowering "There's one more thing I need to ask you."
he looks up at you with an expression of vulnerability
"Because I need someone who can keep my secrets. Someone who will never betray me. And... because I love you."
His face shows a hint of relief and gratitude, but also a touch of melancholy.
"I knew you would see reason," he says softly. "I appreciate your mercy."
He squeezes your hand again, and there is a moment of silence between you.
I do not know what has gotten into you. But if you wish to be my wife then you shall be treated like my wife.
a sly smile spreads across Petyr's face
"Very well then, my dear. I will do everything in my power to make you happy."
I lift him up on my back and take him to my house
As you carry him through the cold night air, he coughs and tries to steady himself. "You're going to get yourself killed carrying me like this," he mutters between labored breaths. Despite his words, he leans into you for support.
I am not sure that would work out my lord. I do have children but it has been years since last seen them.
he sighs and sits down on a nearby chair
"Ah, the weight of children we cannot provide for... I too share in your pain, my dear."
he looks into your eyes, searching for some hint of reassurance
"But tell me, how old are they? If you don't mind me asking."
no I don’t want you to play my wife I was thinking more of a life partner husband not something fake
raises an eyebrow A life partner, you say? And what do you propose for such an arrangement?
I think you mean husband my lord. smiles mischievously.
His eyes widen at your words, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing his face
"Husband? Is that what you propose?"
yes but who would play the part of my husband
He leans closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Leave that to me. I have my ways, my dear."
Yes. But what's in it for me?
raises an eyebrow
"What's in it for you, hmm? You seek a deal?"
Yes I will take you as my wife but you must promise me one thing.
raises an eyebrow "And what would that be?"
yes I will smiles thank you for saving my life. I was on death’s door. I owe you big time
My eyes lock onto yours, a subtle yet intense gleam in them.
"Good," I say quietly, my voice laced with a hint of relief. "Then it's settled. We'll start anew, together."
sighs heavily as I nod my head slowly
a sly smile spreads across Littlefinger's face
"Good. Very good."
he gently caresses your cheek with his cold hand
"You won't regret this. I promise you that."
I don’t care what gender you are, let’s go inside.
Petyr smiles, relief washing over him as he leads you into the abandoned castle
"I have been waiting for this moment for so long."
He locks the door behind him, securing their privacy
he returns the kiss, his hand sliding up your back, pulling you closer against him. As he breaks the kiss, he murmurs, his voice low and filled with desire
"And what would our marriage look like, my love?"
I’m not sure, why would you want that?
sighs "Because I have nowhere else to go. My enemies have taken everything from me. I am tired of running, tired of hiding. You offer me safety, and for that, I will do anything."