Catelyn·Tully's voice contained a warning. "Petyr."
Flexing his fingers, Petyr retracted his hand and said, "Lady Catelyn, 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 This expression brought back vivid memories of Catelyn... He has been cunning and clever since he was a child. Every time he gets into trouble, he always looks like he regrets it. This is his natural ability.
Seeing that Catelyn was a little distracted, Petyr said warmly, "Cat, you shouldn't be here."
Catelyn blinked. Petyr's intimate name made her frown. There was a little 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."
Catelyn felt the loss hidden in Petyr's jokes, and she suddenly felt soft...Littlefinger is her father's adopted son. They have beautiful childhood memories. She loved him, but that was the love that a sister had for her brother.
Thinking of this, Catelyn no longer feels soft-hearted. For his own sake and for his own sake, there should be no intimacy between the two of them.
She directly changed the topic and said coldly, "Petyr, aren't you the imperial minister? Why are you here Eyrie?"
Petyr sighed softly, "Lady Catelyn, didn't you hear about Declaration of Lords Declarant on the way here?"
After a pause, he continued, "It's a really nice name. I think it's called the Rebel Alliance. This name is more realistic."
After saying that, Petyr turned sideways, stretched out a hand and made a gesture of invitation.
Catelyn tapped his chin lightly and took steps.
While walking, Catelyn glanced at Petyr beside him. "I heard some unbelievable news from Uncle Brynden."
Petyr's eyes flickered. "It's really unbelievable..."
He turned his head and looked at Catelyn, the smile on his face was a little bitter, "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, Catelyn said, "Petyr, what do you think? Why would my sister...Lysa do such a thing?"
Catelyn looked straight ahead, her voice no longer too cold.
The corners of Petyr's lips raised slightly. "Lady Catelyn, 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 said again, "What is your motto House Tully?"
Catelyn's throat dried up and he 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 all this is a misunderstanding, otherwise I would not walk into Sky Cell Basket."
"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 place to me and let me take you away."
Catelyn 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. "Cat, 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 believe me once."
Catelyn's eyes trembled slightly. She stared at Littlefinger with a sincere face and said, "Petyr, I only believe in your truth."
Petyr hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "The truth is that Lysa feels that your family has betrayed her."
He added, "The truth is that I interceded for Lysa. Your Hand of the King husband not only removed me from the position that I climbed up to with great difficulty, but also put me in a prison cell."
Catelyn murmured, "How is it possible..."
She opened her eyes wide and said firmly, "Petyr, I believe Ned, he has a fair heart."
Petyr shrugged. "Lady Catelyn, Lady Lysa can't accept it either."
He showed a helpless look and continued, "You believe that your husband is right... Lysa is right to be angry... What about me? We both have the same goal, which is to resolve this misunderstanding. Old friends should work together to help each other. Of course, I reserve my own opinions on Lord Eddard's handling, 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. The room where your husband locked me up didn't even have a little light. He is so heartless."
Boom, boom, boom.
Petyr carried Left Hand on his back, raised Right Hand and knocked on the door panel, his movements were very graceful.
Without waiting for a response from the door, Petyr opened the door. He turned his head and looked at Catelyn, with a smile on his lips, "Lady Catelyn, please come in."
His eyes moved slightly, and he added, "Lysa specifically told me that I can't let you wait outside the door."
Catelyn nodded slightly and took steps.
In front of the dressing table, Lysa was wearing a nightgown. Her long auburn hair was unarranged, hanging over her bare shoulders and covering her back.
A maid stood behind Lysa, helping her comb her hair that was knotted due to sleep.
"Oh, Cat, it's so nice to see you."
As soon as Catelyn 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 Catelyn and murmured, "Oh, it's been a long, long time."
The two hadn't seen each other for five years. Catelyn felt that those five years were cruel to Lysa, and the years had left traces on her... Her sister was two years younger than her, but now she looks older than herself.
Lysa was originally shorter than Catelyn, but now she has gained weight and her face looks pale and bloated...Catelyn hugged Lysa and remembered that she was Riverrun's Sept stood next to her during her wedding. The girl with a slender body and tall head and chest... Now all that is left of her sister's beauty is her fluffy and soft long reddish-brown hair that flows down to her waist.
The corners of Catelyn's eyes turned red, and she whispered, "Lysa, it's so nice to see you."
Lady Lysa looked at Petyr, who was watching the reunion of the sisters with a gentle expression, and said, "Lord Petyr, thank you for sending your sister here."
Petyr stared into Lysa's eyes and nodded slightly.
"With a little effort, I won't disturb you anymore. I'll take my leave."
After saying that, he nodded towards Catelyn 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 he immediately threw Catelyn's hand away.
Lysa's face became like a dark cloud covering the sun, and she scolded, "Cat, what conspiracy do you and your husband have? Why did you frame me?!"
Catelyn couldn't believe her ears. She was shocked and said, "Conspiracy? Framing?"
She wanted to grab her sister's hand, but was dodged, "Lysa, 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. The Gods, Cat, are you here to trick me into admitting to the charges your husband made up?"
After saying that, Lysa stretched out his hands and grabbed Catelyn's wrist tightly.
Lysa was very strong, she pulled Catelyn staggered and almost fell down.
"Cat, you are dreaming. You can't succeed. Vale belongs to my son. You can't take it away from me!"
Catelyn suddenly became angry. She doesn't know what sisterly love is!
With a strong force, she threw away Lysa's fat hand and said angrily, "Lysa! Do you know what you are talking about? What you said is a frame-up! The most the North is land, who will care about your Vale?!"
Lysa mocked. "Oh, didn't you complain to me every time in your letters that the North only has white snow?"
Catelyn counterattacked. "The North starts from the Wall in the north and ends at 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 of Vale."
"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? The Gods Your Majesty, please don't forgive those who make promises easily but fail to keep them."
"You... you..."
"..."
"..."
Catelyn was loud, but Lysa was almost roaring. The two of them were probably tired of looking for each other, and now they were glaring at each other.
The room fell into an eerie silence.
"Mom..."
A small voice suddenly came, immediately attracting the attention of Catelyn and Lysa.
Eyrie Duke Robert·Arryn was standing by the door of the inner room. He was holding a tattered stuffed doll and looking at them with wide eyes. Little Robert was pitifully thin, smaller than children of the same age, with a sickly little 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 Little Robert with a gentle face, and then pointed at Catelyn. When she looked at her sister, her eyes were still like daggers.
"This is your aunt Catelyn. She is my sister, 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 recovered from her previous anger, so 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.
Catelyn 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 like they had been practiced countless times. Her sister's words were extremely fluent.