The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Catelyn Tully's voice was filled with warning: "Petyr."

Flexing his fingers, Petyr retracted his hand and said, "Mrs. Caitlin, I definitely didn't mean to offend you. I thought..."

Before he finished speaking, he shook his head slightly with a bitter look on his face.

Petyr's expression brought back vivid memories of Caitlin... He has been cunning and clever since he was a child, and he always looks regretful every time he gets into trouble. This is his natural ability.

Seeing that Caitlin was distracted, Petyr said warmly: "Kate, you shouldn't be here."

Catelyn blinked, frowning at Petyr's intimate address, and there was a bit of anger in her voice: "Petyr, you should call me Lady Stark, or Lady Catelyn. "

Petyr shrugged slightly: "Yes, Lady Catelyn, you can call me Littlefinger, just like you did when you were a child."

Caitlin felt the loss hidden in Petyr's joke, and her heart suddenly softened... Littlefinger was his father's adopted son, and they had beautiful childhood memories. She loved him, but that was the love a sister felt for her brother.

Thinking of this, Caitlin no longer felt soft-hearted. Whether it was for him or herself, there shouldn't be any intimate behavior between the two of them.

She directly changed the subject and said coldly: "Petyr, aren't you the Lord Chancellor? Why are you in the Eagle's Nest City?"

Petyr sighed softly: "Lady Catelyn, didn't you hear about the Alliance of the Righteous on the way here?"

After a pause, he continued: "It's a really nice name. I think it's more realistic to call it the Rebel Alliance."

After saying that, Petyr turned sideways, stretched out a hand, and made a gesture of invitation.

Caitlin tapped her chin and took steps.

While walking, Caitlin glanced at Petyr beside her: "I heard some unbelievable news from Uncle Brynden."

Petyr's eyes flickered: "It's really unbelievable..."

He looked sideways at Caitlin, with a bitter smile on his face: "So... you should know the reason why I am here now, right?"

She... Lysa... Littlefinger... If that sudden duel hadn't happened, maybe he and I wouldn't have to get along like two strangers.

After a moment of silence, Caitlin said: "Petyr, what do you think? Why would my sister...Lysa do such a thing?"

Caitlin looked straight ahead, her voice no longer too cold.

The corners of Petyr's lips raised slightly: "Mrs. Caitlin, you are a good wife. You choose to believe in your husband, but my choice is to believe in Lady Lysa."

He gently scratched his forehead with one of his index fingers and asked again: "What is the motto of your Tully family?"

Caitlin's throat dried up and she said stiffly: "Family, responsibility, honor."

After saying that, she looked at Petyr and said coldly: "Ned is my husband and Lysa is my sister. I very much hope that this is all a misunderstanding, otherwise I would not walk into the gondola."

"Madam, you misunderstood me..."

Petyr sighed and continued to explain: "Family, responsibility, honor, each of these requires you to follow Lord Eddard's instructions and stay in Winterfell."

He paused and said seriously: "Please leave this to me and let me take you away."

Caitlin also stopped and frowned: "Petyr, you seem to be saying that my sister will be detrimental to me as a sister?"

Petyr spread his hands: "Kate, I'm very embarrassed. I don't want you to mistakenly think that I'm trying to sow discord between your sisters. We are old friends. I hope you can choose to trust me once."

Caitlin's eyes trembled slightly. She stared at Littlefinger with a sincere expression and said, "Petyr, I only believe in your truth."

Petyr hesitated for a moment and then said slowly: "The truth is that Lysa feels that your family has betrayed her."

He added: "The truth is that I interceded for Lysa. Your husband, the prime minister, not only removed me from the position that I had worked hard to climb to, but also put me in a prison cell."

Caitlin murmured: "How is it possible..."

She opened her eyes wide and said firmly: "Petyr, I believe in Ned, he has a fair heart."

Petyr shrugged: "Mrs. Catelyn and Lady Lysa can't accept it either."

He showed a helpless look and continued: "You believe that your husband is right... Lesa is right to be angry... What about me? We both have the same goal, which is to resolve this misunderstanding. There should be a relationship between old friends. Let’s do our best to help. Of course, I reserve my own opinions on Duke Ed’s treatment, but this will not affect the friendship between you, Lysa, and me,”

Smiling, he joked: "At least I don't like your husband for the time being, and I hope you can understand that the room where your husband locked me up didn't even have any light. He is so heartless."

…………

Boom, boom, boom.

With his left hand behind his back, Petyr raised his right hand and knocked on the door, his movements very graceful.

Without waiting for a response, Petyr opened the door. He turned his head and looked at Catelyn, with a smile on his lips: "Mrs. Catelyn, please come in."

His eyes moved slightly, and he added: "Lisa specifically told me that I can't let you wait outside the door."

Caitlin nodded slightly and took steps.

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In front of the dressing table, Lysa was draped in a nightgown. Her long auburn hair was unarranged, hanging over her bare shoulders and covering her back.

A maid stood behind Lysa, combing her hair that was tangled due to sleep.

"Oh, Kate, it's so good to see you."

As soon as Caitlin's figure appeared, Lysa immediately stood up with a smile. She ran across the room and hugged her sister tightly: "My dear sister, we haven't seen each other for a long time!"

Lysa hugged Caitlin and murmured: "Oh, it's been a long, long time."

The two have not seen each other for five years. Caitlin feels that for Lysa, those five years were cruel, and the years have left traces on her body... Her sister is two years younger than her, but now she looks older than herself big.

Lysa was originally shorter than Catelyn, but now she has gained weight and her face looks pale and bloated...Catelyn hugged Lysa and remembered the slender figure standing next to her at the sept wedding in Riverrun. girl... Now all that is left of my sister's beauty is her fluffy, soft, long reddish-brown hair that flows down to her waist.

The corners of Caitlin's eyes turned red, and she whispered: "Lesa, it's great to see you."

Lady Lysa looked at Petyr, who was watching the sisters' reunion with a gentle expression, and said, "Earl Petyr, thank you for sending my sister here."

Petyr stared into Lysa's eyes and nodded slightly.

"With a little effort, I won't disturb you anymore. Take your leave."

After saying that, he nodded towards Caitlin who was looking over, then softly greeted the maid in the room, and left together.

As soon as the door closed, Lysa's expression changed and she immediately threw Caitlin's hand away.

Lysa's face turned like a dark cloud covering the sun, and she scolded: "Kate, what conspiracy do you and your husband have? Why did you frame me?!"

Caitlin couldn't believe her ears. She was shocked and said: "Conspiracy? Framing?"

She wanted to grab her sister's hand, but was dodged, "Lesa, how could I hurt you? I'm here to help you."

The fire was blazing in the fireplace, but there was no warmth in Lysa's voice: "I wrote to you specifically to warn you to stay away from Lannister, but your husband framed me as a murderer. By the gods, Kate, you are here Do you want to trick me into confessing the crime your husband made up?"

After saying that, Lysa stretched out her hands and grabbed Caitlin's wrist tightly.

Lysa was very strong, and her tug caused Caitlin to stumble and almost fall.

"Kate, you are dreaming. You can't succeed. The valley belongs to my son. You can't take it away from me!"

Caitlin was furious. She didn't know what sisterly love was!

With a strong effort, she threw away Lesa's fat hand and said angrily: "Lysa! Do you know what you are talking about? What you said is a false accusation! The most in the north is land, who would care about your valley? ?!”

Lysa mocked: "Oh, didn't you complain to me every time in your letters that there is only white snow in the north?"

Caitlin counterattacked: "The northern territory starts from the Great Wall in the north and reaches the Neck in the south, which is equivalent to the combined area of ​​the other six kingdoms."

"Oh, no wonder you complained about the snow everywhere."

"you……"

"Admit it, you are just interested in the fertile land in the valley."

"Absolutely not, I can swear to you."

"Oh, my husband also swore that he would always protect our mother and son, but did he do it? Gods above, please don't forgive those who make promises easily but fail to keep them."

"you you……"

"..."

"..."

Caitlin raised her voice, but Lysa almost shouted. The two of them were probably tired of searching, and now they were glaring at each other.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

"Mother……"

A small voice suddenly came, attracting the attention of Caitlin and Lysa.

Robert Arryn, Duke of the Eyrie, was standing by the door of the inner room. He was holding a tattered stuffed animal and looking at them with wide eyes. Little Robert was pitifully thin, smaller than other children of his age, with a sickly face and trembling from time to time.

"What game are you playing?"

"Baby……"

With an exclamation, Lysa turned around, her thick robe also spinning around, and she quickly ran over and hugged her son.

She looked at young Robert with tenderness, then pointed at Catelyn, who was still looking at her sister with daggers in her eyes.

"This is your Aunt Catelyn. She is my sister, the Lady of Winterfell, do you remember?"

Little Robert looked at Catelyn blankly for a while, then he blinked and said, "I seem to remember."

Catelyn had not yet recovered from her previous anger, and she tried her best to smile gently... The last time she saw Little Robert, he was not yet one year old, so how could he remember her.

Caitlin couldn't help but glance at her sister again. She thought her sister was a little strange. They had quarreled often, but today's quarrel seemed to have been practiced countless times. Her sister's words were extremely fluent.