Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven Sansa

Back then, when she was a little girl, a wandering singer came to Winterfell for half a year.He was an old man, with gray hair and a worn face, but he sang of knights and heroes and fair maidens.When he leaves, Sansa weeps and begs her father to take it back. "He has performed every song he can sing at least three times," Master Ed patiently explained to his daughter, "I can't force him to stay. Don't cry, child, I promise you, there will be other singers came to visit." In the end, no singer came and taught her to wait for more than a year.Meanwhile, Sansa prayed to the Seven in the sept, and to the old gods under the heart tree, begging them to bring the old man back, or send some other singer, younger and more handsome.But the gods made no answer, and the halls of Winterfell remained empty and silent.

It was a little girl's idea, a stupid idea, and now she is a woman, thirteen years old, and has menstruation.Every night, she spent singing, and every day, she prayed for peace. If the Eyrie were like other castles, only rats and jailers would hear the singing of the dead, and the black walls of the dungeon would absorb all shouts and screams.But the four walls of the dungeon were empty, so that every melody played by the dead echoed on the Giant's Lance.The songs he sang... A Dance with the Dragons, Fair Jonqi and her Fools, Jeyne of Blindstone and Prince Dragonfry.He sang of the cruelest treachery, of the cruelest murder, of the hanged traitor and bloody vengeance.He sings of grief and mourning.

No matter where in the castle she is, she cannot escape from her singing.Singing climbed the winding tower stairs, bathed with her naked, dined with her at dusk, even when she closed the narrow window tightly, she still reluctantly entered the bedroom.It was wrapped in the cold thin air, colder than the air itself, and it made her shiver.Although it hadn't snowed on the mountains since Lady Lysa's fall, Sansa found the nights too much to bear. The singer's voice was loud and sweet, and Sansa thought he sang more rounded and fuller than ever, for there was pain and fear and longing in it.She wondered why the gods gave such a villain such a sweet voice.If Petyr hadn't asked Ser Lothor to protect me, I would have been sullied by him in the Fingers, she reminded herself, and when Aunt Lysa tried to kill me, he used to cover his crime with singing.

However, these thoughts can not calm the impact of singing. "Please," she begged Lord Petyr, "can't you shut him up?" "I promise that wretch, my dear," Petyr Baelish, Lord of Harrenhal, Warden of the Trident, Keeper of the Eyrie and the Vale of Arryn, looked up confidently.He had written more than a hundred letters since Lady Lysa's fall, and the birds of Crow's Nest had come and gone all day. "Actually, instead of hearing people cry, it's better to listen to singing." It would be better to listen to singing, but, but... "Must he sing at night, my lord? Lord Robert can't sleep, he cries..."

"...Crying for his mother. What can I do? My poor Lysa has passed away." Petyr shrugged. "Well, I won't be able to listen to the songs for a few days. Baron Nestor will go up the mountain tomorrow." After Petyr married her aunt, Sansa met Lord Nestor once.Royce is the guardian of the Gates of the Moon—the fort lies at the heart of the mountain, guarding the stone steps leading to the Eyrie.Back then, the newlyweds were the first to invite him after they returned to the city, and they stayed in the city to entertain him for a whole night.Lord Nestor hadn't looked at Sansa at all during dinner, but hearing that he was going up the hill now terrified her.After all, the Baron, as the Chief Steward of the Vale of Arryn, is the most trusted vassal of Jon Arryn and Lady Lysa. "He...you're not going to let him confront Marillion, are you?"

Her fear must have been clearly written on her face, so Petyr put down his pen and said, "On the contrary, I insisted that he come and confront him." He gestured for her to sit beside him, "We have an agreement , me and Marillian... All in all, I can make Maud behave softly. But if our singer disappoints and sings incongruent sentences, then you, you and I only need to accuse him of lying Come to think of it, who would the noble Lord Nestor believe?" "Trust us?" Sansa wished she could. "Of course it would do him good to hear us lie." The study room is warm and the fire is crackling, Sansa still can't help shivering, "Yes, yes, but...but just in case..."

"In case Lord Nestor puts honor above good," Petyr put his arms around her, "in case he wants the truth, in case he wants justice for his murdered master," he said. Laughed, "I know Lord Nestor, my dear, how could I allow him to hurt my good daughter?" I am not your daughter, she thought, but Sansa Stark, daughter of Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn, of the blood of Winterfell.But she dared not say that if it hadn't been for Petyr Baelish who came to the rescue, it would have been her, not Lysa Arryn, who fell six hundred feet into the cold sky and hit the rocky cliff below.He was so decisive, Sansa wished she had Petyr's courage, because all she wanted was to crawl back into the bed, tuck under the blankets, sleep, sleep - she hadn't slept a single night since the tragedy . "You can't tell Lord Nestor that I'm not feeling well...so..."

"He wants to hear your own account of Lysa's death." "My lord, in case...in case Marillian tells the truth..." "Oh, you mean, in case he lied?" "Lying? Yes, yes... What if he lies and the story he tells is quite different from what I said, and then Lord Nestor looks into my eyes and realizes how scared I am..." "A little bit of fear helps set the mood, Alayne, what you're witnessing is a heinous crime, and your fear can move Nestor." Petyr looked into her eyes calmly, as if he didn't understand. Caring, "You inherited your mother's eyes, sincere and innocent eyes, as blue as the sunny sea. In a few years, many men will be fascinated by these eyes."

Sansa didn't know what to say. "You need only repeat to Lord Nestor the story you told Lord Robert," continued Petyr. Robert was a sickly child, she thought, and Lord Nestor was a domineering and treacherous lord no more than Robert, who needed constant nurturing. "Lies are sometimes justified," Petyr assured her. Sansa thought for a moment. "When we both lied to Lord Robert, that lie saved him." "That lie will save us too, otherwise you and I will have to leave the Eyrie through the door from Lysa." Petyr picked up his pen again, "We entertained him with lies and the golden wine from the Arbor, and he will Drink it with satisfaction and ask for more, that's the way it is."

He's entertaining me with lies, Sansa realized.But these were comforting lies, and she could appreciate the kindness in them.Is a white lie a lie?If only she could believe it. Her aunt's words before her death still haunt her to this day. "It's all crazy talk," Petyr remarked. "You saw it yourself, my wife was delirious." She tried to think in that direction.Yes, I was just building a snow castle, and she was pushing me out of the moon gate.Petyr saved me, he loved my mother, and he loved... love me too?What is there to doubt?After all, he took great risks to save her.

He loved Alayne, his daughter, a voice whispered in her head, but I was Sansa... Many times, she felt that the Valley Guardian himself was a double-faced person.On the one hand, he is Duke Petyr, her protector, kind, gentle, and funny... On the other hand, he is Littlefinger, the courtier of King's Landing, who always smiles slyly, twirling his beard, Whispers in Queen Cersei's ear—that Littlefinger is not her friend.When Little Joe bullied her, the little devil rescued her, but Littlefinger ignored her; when the mob wanted to rape her, it was the Hound who took her back, and Littlefinger disappeared; even when the Lannister family forced her to marry Tilly When she was angst, it was the brave Sir Garland who comforted her.Littlefinger, he never lifted a finger for her. Other than taking her away, he's only ever done this for me.I thought it was Ser Dontos's idea, my poor drunk old Florian, but he turned out to be a total puppet of Petyr... oh, Littlefinger, it's just a mask, and yet Sansa found herself very It is difficult to distinguish Petyr with and without the mask.Littlefinger was so similar to the Duke of Harrenhal that she had an urge to run far away, but there was nowhere to go.Winterfell had fallen, burned, and lay in ruins, Bran and Rickon were bones in their tombs; Robb and his mother had been betrayed and died in the Twins; Tyrion was in jail on charges of murdering Joffrey King's Landing was sentenced to death; even if she fled back to the capital privately, the Queen Mother would still want her head; besides, the aunt she had placed high hopes on turned out to want to kill her; Uncle Edmure became a prisoner of the Frey family; Uncle Heiyu Besieged at Riverrun... I have nowhere to go, Sansa thought wretchedly, and I have no friends but Petyr. Tonight the dying man sings "The Day He Hanged Black Robin," "The Tears of Our Lady," and "The Rains at Castamere."Then he paused for a while, and just as Sansa began to drowsy, the singing resumed abruptly.This time he sang "Six Sad Things," "The Falling Leaf" and "Alyssa."What a sad song, she thought, and when she closed her eyes, she could see him huddled in the corner of the dungeon, huddled under the fur, with his beloved wooden harp in his arms, facing the dark and cold sky.I don't want to pity him, she told herself, he's wicked and cruel, and he's going to die soon.I can't save him anyway.Why am I always thinking about him?Marillion tried to rape me, and Petyr saved me twice.Lies are sometimes justified.It was lies that kept me alive in King's Landing.If I don't lie to Joffrey, he'll send the Kingsguard to beat me up. After "Alessa," the singer rested for a while, and Sansa finally managed to sleep for an hour, but when the first dawn shone in through the narrow window, the soft melody of "Misty Morning" woke her up again. .The song echoed in the mountains below her. It was actually a woman's song, about a mother who came to the battlefield after the bloody battle in the early morning to find her son, her only son.A mother mourns her children, Sansa thought, but Marillion mourns his fingers and his eyes.The lyrics are like a sharp sword, piercing the darkness and piercing the heart. Oh, did you see my son, good sir? His hair was an autumn brown. He promised me that one day he would come back, Our home is on Windsor Street. Sansa couldn't hear it anymore, so she closed her ears with a goose down pillow—but it didn't help.The sun rose, and Lord Nestor Royce started up the hill. The chief steward's team didn't arrive at the Eagle's Nest City until the afternoon, when the wind was howling, and the valley was shimmering with gold and red.He brought with him his son Ser Albar, and a dozen other knights, and a score of his own.So many strangers, Sansa looked at them nervously, not knowing whether they were friends or foes. Petyr greeted him in a black velvet coat, the gray sleeves matching the gray wool breeches and dimming his gray-green eyes.Maester Cormont stood beside him, heavy chains hanging from his strangely long thin neck, and although he was much taller than his master, it was the Keeper of the Vale who stood out that day.Petyr put away all the jokes, and listened solemnly to Royce introducing the knights under his command one by one, and then he greeted, "My lords, welcome to the Eagle's Nest City. This is Bachelor Comon, I think everyone knows it. Lord Nestor , do you still remember my concubine daughter, Alian?" "Of course I remember." Nestor said.Baron Royce was thick-necked, thick-chested, bald, with white streaks in his beard, and stern eyes.He bowed his head half an inch as a compliment. When it was Sansa's turn to kneel, she was so terrified that she couldn't speak.Petyr quickly reached out to help, "My dear, please, please bring Lord Robert to the hall to meet guests." "Yes, Father." Her voice was thin and unnatural.It was the voice of a liar, she thought, as she hurried down the stairs and down the corridor to the Moon Tower. It was the voice of a criminal. In the Duke's bedroom, Giselle and Maddie are trying to help Robert Arryn put on his trousers.The Lord of the Eyrie was crying again, his eyes red and swollen, his eyebrows tangled, his nose scruffy, with a long, shiny slug hanging from one nostril, and he had bitten his lip open again.Lord Nestor should not see him like this, Sansa thought desperately. "Gissle, bring the washbasin," she ordered, picking up the boy. "My dear Robin, didn't you sleep well last night?" "No," sniffed the duke, "wasn't asleep at all, Alayne. He was singing again, and my door was locked. I asked them to let me out, but no one would. They locked me in In the room!" "They're such a bad bunch." She dipped the towel into the warm water and began washing his face... gently, oh, gently.If you jerk Robert a little, he'll go into spasms, and that's all for the day.The boy was frail and too young for his age. He was eight years old, and Sansa thought he was not as tall as a five-year-old. Robert bit his lip again. "I want to sleep with you." I know.Good Robin used to love to climb into his mother's bed until Lady Lysa got married, and since the tragedy, he has started wandering around the castle every night, looking for other people's beds, and his favorite is Shane. Sha's bed... so she asked Ser Lothor Brune to lock the Duke's door every night.Actually, she didn't mind sleeping with the baby so long as he didn't pinch her nipples and wet the bed a lot. "Lord Nestor Royce has come to meet you from the Gates of the Moon," Sansa said, wiping his nose. "I don't want to see him!" replied the boy. "I want to hear stories, stories about Winged Knights." "I will," Sansa promised. "I will tell you after you have passed Lord Nestor." "Lord Nestor has a birthmark on his face," he said wriggling.Robert was afraid of people with birthmarks on their faces. "Mom said he was a stupid cow." "My poor dear Robin," Sansa said as she smoothed his hair. "You miss her, I understand. Lord Petyr misses her too, and he loves her as much as you do." It was a lie, a white lie, Because Petyr only loved her dead mother, he had admitted it before pushing Lady Lysa out of the Moon Gate.She is mad, delirious, she murdered her lord, and she would have murdered me if Petyr hadn't saved her. But none of this was necessary for Robert to know that he was just a sick little boy who was deeply dependent on his mother. "Okay," said Sansa, "you look like a lord now. Maddie, here's the cape." It was a soft, beautiful sky-blue lambswool cape that matched the cream coat, She fastened the cloak to his shoulders with a silver crescent brooch, and took his hand.Under her management, Robert finally became docile. After the tragedy happened, the hall hadn't been opened, and now when you walk in, there's an aura that makes Sansa shudder.This slender hall was rich and splendid, but she just couldn't like it, because the overall tone was so pale and cold.The slender beams are like dry bones, the blue veins in the milky white marble are like the blood vessels on the skin of an old woman, and shadows dance in every nook and cranny.Their footsteps echoed hollowly, and the howling mountain wind beat against the Moon Gate.Don't look there, she told herself, or I'll cramp like Robert. With Maddie's help, Sansa helped Robert sit on the weirwood throne, with thick cushions, and sent word for the guests to come in.At the end of the hall, two guards in sky-blue cloaks opened the door, and Petyr guided the crowd forward on the long blue carpet between the beams and pillars that were as pale as bones. The boy greeted Lord Nestor in a high-pitched voice, without mentioning his birthmark.When the Steward asked about his mother, Robert's hands began to tremble slightly. "Marillion killed my mother. He pushed her through the moon door." "Did you witness this, my lord?" asked Ser Marvin Belmore, a thin knight with a ginger head who was a hawk before Petyr knocked Ser Lothor Brune off his head. Captain of the Nest City Guard. "Alian saw it," replied the boy, "my stepfather saw it too." After hearing this, Baron Nestor looked towards her, and Sir Albor, Sir Marvin, and Maester Komon all turned their heads in unison.She is my aunt and she wants to kill me, Sansa thought. She has dragged me to the moon gate to push me through.I don't want to kiss Petyr, I'm just building castles in the snow.She hugged herself to keep from shaking. "Please forgive me, my lords," Petyr Baelish said softly. "My daughter has been having nightmares since that day, and it is too difficult for her to state it herself." He walked up to Sansa and held his palm gently. resting on her shoulders. "I know it's hard, Alayne, but our friends need to know the truth." "Yes," said her throat so dry it seemed to bleed, "I saw... I was with Lady Lysa... and then..." A tear rolled down her cheek.OK, tears are good. "...then Marillion... pushed her..." She repeated the story, but could not hear herself. In the middle of speaking, Robert began to cry, and the cushion shook violently under him. "He killed my mother, I want to see him fly!" The spasms in his hands got worse, and even his shoulders began to shake.The boy raised his head, and his teeth made a "crack-crack" sound. "I want to see him fly!" he screamed, "Fly, fly!" Then his limbs thrashed uncontrollably.Lothor Brune stepped onto the dais just before the boy fell off the throne, and Maester Cormont followed, but could not help. Sansa, like the maester, watched helplessly as the epileptic seizure unfolded.Robert kicked Ser Lothor in the face, and Brune swore, but held on, letting the boy twitch and slap him and piss his trousers.During this period, the guests watched in silence, and only Lord Nestor among them had seen this scene.After a long time, Robert was exhausted at last, and it was a while before he stopped moving. At this time, the young master of the Eyrie City was too weak to stand up. "Take him back to the room and suck some blood with leeches." Duke Petyr ordered.So Brun picked up the child and led them out of the hall, Maester Komon following sullenly. After the sound of their footsteps disappeared, there was no sound in the long hall of the Eagle's Nest City.Sansa heard Night Breeze moaning and mourning outside the Moon Gate, and felt cold and tired.Do I have to tell the story all over again?She couldn't help wondering. However, her story must have played a role, as Lord Nestor cleared his throat, "I hated this singer when we first met," the Chief Steward said harshly, "I persuaded Lysa to drive him away, many times. " "You have given her faithful advice, my lord," said Petyr solemnly. "But she didn't take it," Royce complained. "She barely listened to me, and then she put it on the shelf." "My wife sees the world's sophistication too simply," Petyr's words were immersed in memories, and even Sansa almost believed that he loved her wife deeply, "She can't see the evil hidden in bad people, she can only see See the bright side. Marillian has a sweet voice, alas, but she easily mistrusted him in the end." "He compares us to pigs," Sir Albar Royce declared huffily.Broad-shouldered, well-proportioned, clean-shaven, save for the thick black mustache that fenced that face—he was, in a word, a younger version of his father. "He wrote a song about two pigs begging for a living at the foot of a mountain and living off the falcon's slop. Isn't that kind of a satire on us? Then when I accused him, he retorted: 'Why, sir It's just a song about pigs, sir." That's what he said." "He wrote songs to mock me, too," put in Ser Marvin Belmore. "Called me 'Knight Clank,' and when I swore I would gouge out his tongue, he went to Lady Lysa and complained." "That's what he is," Lord Nestor confirmed, "a coward who only hides under women's skirts, who is insolent because of Lady Lysa's favor. Did you know that? She dressed him up as a lord and gave him back His golden armbands and moonstone-inlaid girdle." "Even Lord Jon's favorite falcon, too," said a knight with the six pewters of House Waxley painted on his coat. "It's the Hand's favorite bird, a gift from King Robert." one's gift." Petyr Baelish let out a long sigh. "These things are really inappropriate," he agreed, "and that's why I tried to redeem it. After much persuasion, Lysa agreed to let him go, and then she met him here that day. I should have watched her when... , I never expected... I never dreamed of it... If it wasn't because of me... I killed her, I killed her..." No, Sansa thought horrified, you don't say that, you don't tell them, don't, don't.However, Alba Royce shook his head, "No, my lord, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself too much," he said. "That singer is a heinous man who deserves to be damned," his father agreed. "Bring him up, Lord Petyr, and let us put an end to this tragedy." Petyr Baelish tidied up for a moment, and after he calmed down, he said, "As you wish, my lord." He turned around and gave orders to the guards to bring the singer up from the dungeon.After a while, the ugly jailer named Maude escorted the prisoner into the hall. This jailer had small black eyes and an asymmetrical scarred face - only because his ears and part of his cheek were cut off by an ax in a certain battle. —and twenty stones of pale fat.His clothes were filthy, and he exuded a strong, disgusting smell. Compared with him, Marillion was almost dignified.Someone had washed him, and changed into sky-blue breeches and a crisp white tunic with puffed sleeves, and around his waist was the silver sash Lady Lysa had given him.White silk gloves covered his hands, and white silk bandages covered his eyes. Maud stood beside him with the belt in his hand and poked him in the ribs, and the singer dropped to one knee. "My lords, I beg your forgiveness." Lord Nestor asked with a straight face, "Have you pleaded guilty?" "If my eyes were still there, I would have cried to tears at this moment," the singer's voice, which was loud and sweet at night, has become rough and hoarse now. "Oh, I love her so much, I can't bear to see her in another man's arms, I can't bear her to sleep in another man's bed. But I swear to God, I never meant to hurt me That lovely and respectable lady closed the door just to have a clean environment to express her feelings, but Mrs. Lysa was cold...she said she was pregnant with Lord Petyr's child, she said she... A . . . a madness took hold of me . . . " Sansa looked at his gloved hands as he narrated.Fat Maddie said in a chat that Maud had three fingers from him, including two index fingers and a middle finger, and his little finger was the toughest, even though it was useless, it was still attached to his hand—all of which could not be seen through gloves come out.It's all stories, what does Maddie know? "Lord Petyr kindly let me keep my harp," declared the blind singer, "with a harp...and a tongue...so I could sing. Lady Lysa loves my songs..." "Take this trash away, or I'll do it," Lord Nestor roared, "It's disgusting to watch!" "Mauder, take him back to the dungeon," Petyr urged. "Yes, my lord," Maud lifted Marillian's collar roughly, "don't talk nonsense!" When he spoke, Sansa was surprised to find that there were gold teeth inside.Everyone watched as the jailer half-pushed the singer out of the hall. "The man must be put to death," Ser Marvin Belmore announced after they had departed. "He must be thrown out of the Moon Gate to the celestial spirit of Lady Lysa." "Take out his tongue first," added Sir Albar Royce, "with the tongue that only lies and mocks." "I know, I was too gentle with him," Petyr Baelish said apologetically, "To be honest, I feel a little pity for him, after all, he is all for love." "Whether he loves it or hates it," insisted Belmore, "he must die anyway." "Come on, my lords," Baron Nestor said harshly, "no one can survive on the dungeon, the blue sky will call him." "Yes," Petyr Baelish confirmed. "As for when Marillion will answer the call, I think only he will know." He gestured, and the guards opened the gate again. "Gentlemen, I know you must be very tired from your hard work on the mountain. I have prepared the rooms and served good food and wine in the hall below, Oswell, please guide the adults there and wait on you at any time " He turned to Nestor Royce, "My lord, would you like to have a drink in my study? Alayne, my dear, I invite you to serve as the bartender." The fire was weak, and a jug of wine was waiting for them on the table.Golden wine from the Arbor, Sansa filling Lord Nestor's cup, and Petyr stirring the fire with his iron poker. Lord Nestor sat down slowly by the hearth. "It's not over," he told Petyr, as if Sansa hadn't existed. "My cousin will interrogate the singer himself." "Bronze Yonn doesn't trust me." Petyr pushed aside a stick. "Yes, he is determined to come with his troops. There is no doubt that Simon Templeton will be on his side, and I am afraid the Countess of Weywood will join him." "Besides them, the Lord Belmore, the young Lord Hunter, and Holden Redford. They will bring strong Sam Stone, and the Tolletts, the Shetters, the Covaters, and the Corvats. A member of the Bray family." "You are well informed. Who is the Corbray family? It can't be Lord Leonor himself?" "No, it's his brother, Sir Lynn, who is at odds with me for some reason." "Lynn Corbray is a dangerous man," said Lord Nestor emphatically. "What are you going to do?" "What else can I do? Open the mountain gate and welcome." Petyr poked the firewood again, and let go of the stick. "My cousin will strip you of the title of Valley Guardian." "He really wants to do this, and I can't stop him. You see, I only have a guard of twenty people, but Earl Royce and his friends can gather an army of twenty thousand." Petyr walked away in a hurry Go to the oak chest by the window. "Anyway, Bronze Jon can do whatever he wants," he said as he knelt down, opened the box, took out a roll of parchment, and handed it to Baron Nestor, "My lord, this is from my wife as a token of respect and love." token of love." Sansa watched Royce unfold the scroll, "This... this is really unexpected." She was surprised to find that the Lord's eyes were filled with tears for an instant. "Unexpected, but reasonable. My wife regards you as her most loyal and capable assistant. She told me that you are her rock." "Her rock," Lord Nestor blushed, "is that what she said?" "It's been said so often, and this"—Petyr pointed to the scroll—"is the proof." "It's... really overrated. Jon Arryn thinks highly of me, I understand that, but Lady Lysa... she's always not good to me, I thought..." Lord Nestor frowned. . "The letter bears the seal of the Ayrin family, yes, but this signature..." "Lysa suffered misfortune before she could sign it with her own hand, so I fulfilled her last wish in the name of the guardian of the canyon. If she knows it, she must be very pleased." "I see," Lord Nestor put away the scroll, "you are... really conscientious, my lord, yes, you are wise and courageous in your actions. But others may criticize this gift, which will affect your reputation. You know , the status of the guardian is not hereditary. When the Aylin family enjoyed the falcon crown and the King's Landing Valley, they specially built the Moon Gate Castle as a winter palace. The Eagle's Nest City is only suitable for living in summer, and they have to move down after it snows. Men think the Gates of the Moon are as noble as the Eyrie above." "The Vale has had no king for three hundred years," Petyr Baelish pointed out. "Because the dragon has come," Lord Nestor agreed, "Even so, the Gate of the Moon is still the domain of the Arryn family. Back then, Jon Arryn served as the guardian of the Gate of the Moon during his father's reign. After Eagle's Nest, he left the seat to his younger brother Rona, and his successor was his cousin Dennis." "But Lord Robert has no brothers, only distant kin." "That's right," Lord Nestor held the scroll tightly. "I don't deny that I wanted this gift. After Jon went to King's Landing as Hand, I shouldered the burden of ruling the Vale. I did everything he asked for and asked for nothing in return, Gods behold, This is the reward I deserve!" "You deserve it," Petyr assured. "Lord Robert sleeps soundly every night with a loyal servant like you standing guard at the foot of the hill." He raised his glass. "So... cheers, my lord, For Viscount Royce... the eternal guardian of the Gate of the Moon." "Eternal Guardian, cheers!" The two silver cups clinked together. After a long, long time, after drinking the golden wine from the Arbor Island, Lord Nestor got up to say goodbye. At this time, Sansa was already sleepy, and she only hoped to crawl back to bed soon.Petyr took her hand, "See how much lies and wine work?" Why is she morose?After all, Lord Nestor is willing to stand by their side, which is a blessing, "Could it be that everything is a lie?" "Not everything, my dear. Lysa does call Lord Nestor a stone a lot, but I don't think that's just a compliment. She also calls his son a bumpkin. She knows that Lord Nestor dreams of being justified. Owning the Gates of the Moon, but determined to leave it to our future son, Robert's brother," the duke stood up. "Do you understand what happened here just now, Alian?" Sansa hesitated for a while, "You seal the Gate of the Moon Castle to Lord Nestor in exchange for his support." "Yes," Petyr admitted, "our Mr. Stone comes from the Royce family, and their family has always been proud and sensitive. If I openly make an offer, he will take it as an insult to his honor, and I'm afraid he will explode on the spot , turned into an angry toad. Yet in this way... the man was not stupid enough, and the lies I entertained him were far sweeter than the truth. He hoped Lysa would regard him above all other vassals, especially His cousin is Bronze Yoringo, because he never forgot that he was a descendant of the Royce family. Besides, he also wanted to make a name for his son. Many honorable people will think about their children. Do things you wouldn't want to do." Sansa nodded, "The signature...you could have asked Lord Robert to sign it, but..." "However, I ghostwritten it in the name of the guardian of the canyon. Why?" "Because...because if you lose your job...or...or something happens..." "...Then Lord Nestor's possession of the Gate of the Moon is instantly questionable. Let me tell you, he cannot afford to lose this fight. Very well, you are so clever, I think my own daughter is no more than That's it." "Thank you," she said with a sense of absurd pride and a little confusion about Petyr's words, "but, but I'm not your daughter, I mean, not a real daughter, I pretended to be Alian, but, But you know..." Littlefinger pressed her lips with his finger, "God knows this matter, you know it, my dear, but don't say it." "Not even when we're alone?" "Especially when we're alone. One day, some servant will break into the room by chance, or some guard will overhear something outside the door. Do you want more blood on your pretty little hands, dear of?" Marillion's face came before her, the pale bandages across her eyes, and behind him she saw Ser Dontos with the arrow in his chest. "No," Sansa said, "please." "I would like to tell you that there is no barrier between us, let alone play games, my daughter, but that is impossible. Game of Thrones is an eternal game." I never wanted to be in this game.This game is too dangerous, if you make a slight mistake, you will be lost forever. "Oswell... my lord, the boat he sailed the night I escaped from King's Landing, he knows who I am." "As long as he has half the intelligence of a sheep, your worries are justified. Yes, Sir Rosso also knows the truth. However, Oswell has been with me for too long, and Rosso is naturally tight-lipped. Anyway ，凯特布莱克替我监视着布伦，布伦替我监视着凯特布莱克。谁也不要信任，我告诫过艾德·史塔克，结果他当耳边风。你现下是阿莲，未来任何时候任何地方，你都得是阿莲。”他将两根指头按在她左胸，“即使在这里，在你心中。你能做到吗？你能保证自己在心中也是我的女儿？” “我……”我不知道，大人，她几乎如此回答，可这句话对方是不愿听的。谎言和青亭岛的葡萄酒，珊莎心想，“我是阿莲，父亲，除此之外，还能是谁呢？” 听罢此言，小指头大人吻了她的脸颊，“凭我的智慧和凯特的美貌，总有一天，你能够征服世界，亲爱的。现在去睡吧。” 吉思尔为她房间升起炉火，换洗了羽毛床。珊莎脱掉衣服，滑进铺盖窝里。他今晚不会唱的，她祈祷，有奈斯特大人和其他人在，他不敢唱的。于是她闭上眼睛。 良久，她又在夜里醒来，原来小劳勃爬进了被窝。今天我忘了拜托罗索锁门，她懊悔地想，无可奈何地伸手搂住男孩。“乖罗宾，你好吗？你可以留下来，但不要乱动，闭上眼睛好好休息，我的小亲亲。” “我会听话的，”他钻过来，把头埋进她双乳之间，“阿莲？你可以当我的妈咪吗？” “大概可以吧。”她说。这是个善意的谎言，对两人都有好处。