“Do you want to be a queen?”
“No … I want to be the queen.”
What would I be choosing for?
Cat. Always Cat.
Oh, is that so? This is news to me. I’m curious to know how you discovered this, greyface.
Shall we start with the name he gave me? “Littlefinger”, despite what you may think, is not a term of endearment. It was not simply random that I found myself getting closer to the Tully sisters than Edmure.
We have our differences and our own grievances with each other. I don’t think he ever did approve of Lysa’s affection for me. And he never did fail to remind me that I was lowborn. I suppose he takes after his father that way.
Would that be before or after Brandon cut me open?
There would be a significant difference. I imagine I wouldn’t have married Lysa. I wouldn’t be eyeing Sansa. I’d like to imagine I would still become Master of Coin somewhere along the way, but then again, my priorities would’ve been different with Cat.
“They will bend the knee or I will destroy them.”
My brother left no true born heirs. By right and birth and blood, I do this day, lay claim to the iron throne of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. The iron throne is mine by right. They will bend the knee or I will destroy them.
It would be my pleasure.
Especially if you were Alayne. Which castle were you hoping to replicate?
Quite a bold greyface, aren’t you?
I certainly wouldn’t object.
also you are just super busy spending time with me.
That goes without being said, I think.
Indeed, I am. The king has made thorough use of me as of late so my attention has been focused on my council duties. My apologies for the late replies to the ravens I’ve been sent.
Doth mine eyes deceive me?
Ever since that bloody eunuch left for good, you are the only one doing the deceiving around here, Baelish.
Must you be so cross with me?
I’ve left your little bird well alone.