Catelyn struggled with all her might but couldn't break free from Lysa's thick, fat hand; her sister weighed more than three of her combined.
Do you know how deep our love is? Do you know how many hardships and torments we've endured? We even had a child together, an incredibly sweet little baby! When they stole my precious child, I swore to the Gods that it would never happen again! I will never allow you to steal my Littlefinger again!
Lysa Tully screamed, "Did you hear me? Catelyn, listen up, and remember this!"
Catelyn Tully roared in fury, "Nobody! Nobody's taking your baby away! Let me go!"
"Who would believe the words of a wanton woman?! Come with me! I'll show you something good!"
After saying that, Lysa grabbed Catelyn's arm and the chubby younger sister dragged her slender older sister along.
Catelyn struggled fiercely, but Lysa was like a moving mountain, and she was forced to follow.
On the marble wall in the center of the hall, between two slender pillars, there is a narrow weirwood, and a crescent moon carved from white wood on the door.
Is this the Moon Door of the Eyrie?!
Why did Lysa bring her here? What does she want?!
The Moon Door was tightly shut, secured with a heavy bronze bolt, and Catelyn could hear the piercing sound of the wind rushing through the crack.
Lysa gripped Catelyn's arm tightly with one hand, and with the other, she pulled out the bronze latch and threw it onto the marble floor.
Bang!
The heavy weirwood was blown in by the wind and slammed against the wall, while a cold wind mixed with frost poured into the hall.
Catelyn's body trembled involuntarily. She instinctively wanted to back away, but Lysa grabbed her wrists, locked them behind her back, and forcefully pushed her towards the door.
Outside the door, there was only the blue sky and emptiness.
Lysa's fingers tightened around Catelyn's arm like claws, and she pushed forward while shrieking, "Look down! Look down!"
" Lysa, I'm your sister!" Catelyn struggled again.
In the struggle, Catelyn's hair tie suddenly snapped, and her hair was instantly scattered by the strong wind, like a blooming red flower.
The broken hair tie swung in the wind for a moment before disappearing without a trace. There was nothing but air ahead. Catelyn knew that a full six hundred feet below was Long Sky Castle, built against the mountainside.
Catelyn's pupils dilated; her own sister was trying to kill her?!
Catelyn struggled to gain her footing and tried to squeeze in, but Lysa wouldn't budge.
She snapped, "Didn't you want to leave? Huh?"
"I'm your older sister!"
Catelyn tried to grab the doorframe, but couldn't reach it at all... Instead, her feet started slipping on the smooth marble floor, and Lysa continued to push her forward relentlessly. 💀☜ 🐨💚
Fear gripped Catelyn's entire body. She twisted hysterically to the side, and one of her feet accidentally stepped into the air, causing her to scream in terror.
The wind whipped up Catelyn's skirt, as if tearing at her bare thighs with cold teeth, and she grabbed Lysa's thick, reddish-brown braids and pulled them tight.
Lysa immediately screamed, "My hair! Let go of my hair!"
At the edge of the cliff, the two Tully sisters clung tightly to each other, their hands gripping each other's hair, pulling desperately.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the empty hall, Petyr appeared outside the Moon Door.
He shouted, " Lysa! What are you doing?!"
His eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at Catelyn, lowered his voice slightly, and continued, "My Lysa, it's dangerous there, come back quickly!"
Hearing the sound of the Littlefinger, Lysa loosened her grip, and Catelyn took the opportunity to break free, then collapsed to her knees, exhausted.
Petyr asked as he moved closer, " Lysa, what happened?"
Upon hearing Petyr's question, Lysa, who was panting heavily, suddenly sobbed. Petyr knew something was wrong and immediately stopped.
Lysa grabbed Catelyn's hair and yanked it, saying, "It was her! She kissed you! It's all her fault!"
Catelyn winced in pain and shouted angrily, " Lysa, you almost pushed me down! This is patricide! I will never forgive you!"
Shut up, you wanton woman!
Lysa shrieked, "You have no right to interrupt when I'm talking to him!"
Petyr raised his hand in a soothing gesture, saying, " Lysa, she's your sister, how could you do this?"
" Littlefinger, you've been deceived by her!"
Lysa spoke as if making an accusation, "She's a hypocritical slut! I listened to you and took in this widowed woman who lost her husband, and instead of being grateful, she seduced you! She shouldn't have kissed you! I'm going to teach her a lesson... Yes, I am teaching her a lesson!"
Catelyn's eyes trembled as she listened to Lysa's "accusations".
Locking her up here... wasn't that Lysa's own idea?!
Lysa's grip was still very strong, and her pained expression concealed her shock.
"I understand!" Petyr nodded slightly.
He added, "I think your sister has learned her lesson well."
"I don't want to leave her here!"
Tears welled in Lysa's eyes. "I listened to you, and even found a good excuse to keep her here, but this is how she repays me! She doesn't belong here, and this place doesn't welcome a slut like her!"
Petyr nodded. "Shall we send her away now?"
He took a step forward and continued, "We'll get her away right away... but first, help her up; it's too dangerous over there..."
Lysa suddenly screamed, "No!"
She grabbed Catelyn's head again, the cold wind swirling around them, causing the two women's skirts to flap violently.
"You can't have her! You can't do this! She's just a hypocritical slut, she could never love you like I do! I've always loved you, and I've proven it countless times, haven't I?!"
Hot tears rolled down Lysa's plump, red cheeks. "I not only gave you my virginity, but I also planned to give you a son! It was them! Not me! They used the moon tea to abort it! I didn't even know about it! Whatever Father gave me to drink, I drank it. I had no idea about any of this!"
"It's all in the past, my Lysa."
Petyr took another step and continued, "Have you been drinking again? Don't overthink it..."
Lysa seemed not to hear Petyr's words, and said, "That harlot gave you nothing! I gave you your virginity! I asked Jon to bring you into the Red Keep so we could see each other all the time... You swore to the Gods would never forget my love!"
Petyr's eyes flickered. "My Lysa, I haven't forgotten. Aren't we together now? Just as you hoped, never to be apart again. Come, loosen Lady Catelyn's hair..."
"I don't want to!"
Lysa grabbed Catelyn's hair tightly and shrieked, "I saw you kiss her in the garden! Catelyn did kiss you in the Godswood, but she didn't love you, she didn't want you! Why can't you forget her? You should love me! You should love me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!"
"I understand, I understand, I love you."
Petyr took another step and said, "Am I not standing right in front of you? Come, come to me, come..."
He opened his arms wide. "Dry your tears, be happy, my Lysa."
Tears... tears... tears...
Lysa wailed hysterically, "Dry your tears... But in King's Landing, you didn't say it like that. You told me to put 'tears' in Jon's wine, and I did it obediently, thinking it was for Little Robert (Chapter 108), for our future! I wrote to Catelyn, lying that the Lannister murdered my husband, and I did exactly what you said! It was a clever plan... You're always so clever. I told Father that Petyr is a clever lad, that he'll make something of himself someday, he will... he will! He's so lovely, so gentle, and I'm carrying his child... Why did you kiss her? Why? After all these years of torment, suffering, struggle, and longing, we've finally come together, and why did you kiss her! Her? Her? Her? Her?"
"My Lysa..."
Petyr sighed deeply and said, "Since you know we've weathered so many storms, why won't you trust me? I swear, as long as we live, I will stay by your side. We will be inseparable, we will have a beautiful wedding, and we will be a happy couple."
"Real?!"
Lysa cried as she asked again, " Petyr, is it true?"
Petyr opened her arms again and said, "Of course it's true. Come here, give me a passionate kiss, my Lysa."
As soon as Petyr finished speaking, Lysa immediately let go of Catelyn's hair, ran forward, and crashed into Littlefinger's arms, bursting into tears.
While Lysa and Petyr were embracing, Catelyn scrambled off the Moon Door and clung tightly to a nearby pillar.
The thought that life and death hung in the balance made Catelyn's heart pound, and she trembled as she clung even tighter to the pillar.
Petyr let Lysa weep against his chest for a long time, then his grey-green eyes flickered as he glanced at the disheveled Cat, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Petyr slowly curved his lips into a smile. He reached out and took Lysa's hand, gently kissing her cheek, and said, "My lovely, innocent girl..."
He smiled and continued, "Don't you understand? I've only ever loved one woman in my life."
Hearing Petyr's confession, Lysa burst into laughter through her tears, saying, "Only love one? Oh... Petyr, you'll swear?"
Petyr's lips curled into a smile, "I only Cat."
After saying that, he suddenly pushed forward with all his might, and Lysa staggered backward, her shoes slipping on the smooth marble floor... Suddenly, she disappeared.
There, only the cold wind howled endlessly.
"No!!!"
Catelyn screamed in agony as she crawled on all fours toward the spot where her sister had disappeared.
Petyr quickly stopped Catelyn from crawling, pulling her into a tight embrace.
The previous movements had exhausted Catelyn's last bit of strength. She struggled weakly, crying out, "Please... save her... I beg you..."
Petyr pulled Catelyn out of the Moon Door, holding her even tighter, his face expressionless as he stared into the Moon Door.
He gently comforted her, "It's alright... it's alright... it's alright..."
Catelyn's body was trembling uncontrollably, and Petyr's brows furrowed slightly, his face full of pity.
He gently patted Cat's shoulder and whispered, "It's alright... it's alright... it's alright..."
At this moment, Petyr was unaware that Catelyn was tightly gripping a dagger in her hand (the origin of the dagger was mentioned in the previous chapter).
Catelyn's trembling suddenly stopped, Catelyn stabbed the dagger in her hand into Petyr's abdomen, catching him off guard.
Petyr let out a muffled groan, however... the dagger did not pierce as fiercely as Catelyn had expected; it was blocked by something unknown.
In her attempt to block, her hand slipped across the blade of the dagger due to inertia, and blood immediately streamed down her fingers.
The dagger clattered to the ground on the marble floor.
Petyr glanced down at his abdomen, then quickly grabbed Catelyn's wrist, which was already bloodshot.
After observing the wound, Petyr breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thankfully, it's not deep."
He glanced at Cat, who was glaring at him, and a slight smile played on his lips. "So, even the beauties of House Tully have the fangs of Direwolf now?" he said.
He first touched his still-painful abdomen, then his upper chest, and said, "One night last year, a visitor slashed me here (Chapter 39). I realized how fragile our bodies are in the face of a sharp blade..."
He loosened his collar slightly. "The next day, I arranged for someone to buy the best chainmail. I never imagined it would actually save my life."
Petyr gave a bitter smile, his voice tinged with sorrow. " Cat, Lysa will kill you sooner or later. I did this to save you; I had no other choice."
Catelyn's blue eyes burned with hatred. " Petyr Baelish, you are the real murderer!"
She added, "It was you! You killed Jon Arryn!"
Petyr shook his head and said, " Cat, it was Lysa who poisoned the Duke of the Eyrie, and this is known throughout the Seven Kingdoms."
He smiled slightly and continued, "This is the truth that Lord Eddard personally investigated."
Petyr's eyes trembled... Why Direwolf still alive (Chapter 224)?! If he were dead, the entire the North would be a pawn in his hands... Direwolf!
Catelyn roared in a hoarse voice, " Petyr Baelish, you are a demon! The Gods will never forgive you!"
Petyr sighed sadly and said, " Cat, don't grieve for Lysa anymore... It may sound cruel, but Lysa who committed suicide was the best Lysa. Only in this way can the Tully family's lost honor be restored."
He added, "I will raise Lysa's only child well as her foster father. My wife, you wouldn't want your poor nephew... to suffer an accident, would you?"
Near Roseroad.
Gryn Crabb tightened the reins, stopping his horse. He raised an eyebrow and said, "You mean... Randyll House Tarly is dead?!"