Heavenly prison.
It is said to be the most cruel place of imprisonment in Seven Kingdoms. Many prisoners would rather die on the trial bench than be locked up in it.
After all, this place is not so much a prison cell as it is actually just a row of sloping stone shelves on the edge of the cliff, built on a ledge protruding from the base of a tall tower. There are no walls. Only a stone eaves above the head extending from the bottom of the tower barely blocks the rain and snow.
The floor slopes toward the cliff, and the angle of slope is different in each room. The cell at the back only has a slight slope, and you can barely lie flat.
In the outer rooms, the floor is as steep as the slope of a slide. When lying on it, one has to hold on to the cracks in the stone with his hands to prevent him from sliding down. Once he loosens his fingers while falling asleep, he will silently roll over the edge in his dream and fall into the abyss.
Fortunately, Sansa was assigned the room with the best conditions.
It was not because Petyr·Baelish showed pity for her, but because during the day, Sansa bribed the jailer with a personal necklace and ring.
The guard's name is Maude. He looks fierce but is actually not very bright. He recognizes money but not people.
Sansa not only gave him accessories, but also promised to give him a reward of one hundred Gold Dragon within a week, in exchange for not being abused, living in the cell at the back, and having food without sand.
Maud was very familiar with this process. It was how he got his gold teeth, so he happily accepted it.
So when the cell door was opened again, Sansa did not panic.
She sat in the farthest corner and said calmly, "Didn't I tell you that I would give you gold when I get out, Maud?"
However, Maud stood at the door and did not come in.
He just stepped aside and let a man wearing a cloak and a hood walk in.
Maud then spoke, "I'm sorry, Miss, although I love gold very much, Master Petyr ordered me to do this... If I don't do it, he will throw me out of Moon Door too."
His tone was a little irritable, and before Sansa could react, he turned around and said to the man, "Hurry up."
Then he turned around and walked out, muttering "That Tyrion at least gave me a bag of gold."
Maud was obviously not happy.
Last time he disobeyed the order and got real gold, but this time he only got threats for obeying the order.
This account may not be very cost-effective in his mind, but the threat of Petyr is right in front of him, and the promise of Sansa is still a week away.
After Mod left, Sansa realized that something seemed amiss.
"No matter who you are, no matter what Petyr·Baelish asks you to do to me."
She stood up, pressed her body closer to the wall behind her, and said sternly, "Get out immediately!"
Hearing this, the man hesitated for a moment, then lifted his hood back, and Sansa immediately recognized the person.
Marillion, the bard whom Lysa raised... or kept.
She had seen him several times at dinner parties, and he always sat on a low stool in the corner, playing the harp and singing clichés about knights and Maiden.
"Lady Stark."
This guy changed his usual submissive attitude. Instead, he took out a dagger from his waist and kept approaching Sansa.
"If you are willing to cooperate, I guarantee that you will suffer a lot less. Moreover, it is cold and dark here, and it will be lonely to be alone, right?"
As he spoke, he took another small step forward.
Sansa did not retreat, because she had no way to retreat, and asked sternly, "Petyr·Baelish sent you to do what?"
"He wants me to take your virginity."
Marillion didn't hide anything, his lewd eyes slid from Sansa's cheek to his neck. "Although I don't know why Lord Petyr ordered it like this... after all, big shots like him always have some special hobbies, but I have no reason to refuse, right?"
Hearing this, Sansa felt his stomach churn.
She took a deep breath, used all her strength to keep her voice calm, and said loudly, "I am Sansa of House Stark, and my fiancé is Hand of the King Vito·Corleone!"
"You should have heard of Black Hand Mafia's name. I have seen him deal with many people like you in King's Landing. Their endings were not very good!"
"If you leave now, I can pretend nothing happened."
Hearing this, Marillion was silent for a moment, seemingly hesitant.
After all, as Black Hand Mafia's business grows, the shadow of a famous tree has gradually spread to many areas of Seven Kingdoms, and it is even said that even the North has established a branch.
And the way Black Hand Mafia does things is even more frightening.
But beauty comes first. Marillion licked his lips and continued to move forward, "This is Vale, not King's Landing."
"Master Baelish said that as long as things are done, he will give me a large sum of money to let me leave Vale."
"So, you'd better stop struggling, lest you hurt your beautiful face."
As he said that, he stretched out his dagger and waved it in front of Sansa, the threat in it was palpable.
Sansa had no choice but to retreat, knowing that words could no longer move this guy, so he could only pretend to be weak and wipe away his tears, but his own light fell at Marillion's feet.
It's not like she has no chance at all.
After all, the floor of the prison is sloping. As long as you use all your strength while the opponent relaxes his vigilance, you may not be able to push him down!
However, just when Sansa mustered up the courage and prepared to fight to the death, he caught a glimpse of something passing by outside the cliff!
Marillion seemed to notice it, and subconsciously tilted his head.
But before he could turn around completely, a cold iron glove came around from behind and covered his mouth!
The strength of that hand was astonishing, and it clamped his jaw tightly like an iron hoop. There was no time to make any cry for help. Then, a sharp dagger pierced directly from his cheek!
The blade of the knife ran across his entire face like a pin, cutting off his tongue, which he relied on as a bard!
Immediately afterwards, without any nonsense, the man directly reversed the positions of the two of them, kicked Marillion off the cliff, rolled and disappeared into the darkness.
Sansa was shocked, and then saw a familiar face that was extremely ugly.
"Remember to tell your fiancé clearly when you go back."
On the edge of the cliff, the Hound glanced down, then patted the dirt on his hands and grinned. "Next time you let me do such a dangerous job, I will have to pay more!"
Sept of the Eyrie.
Seven marble statues were lined up along the curved wall. The scale of justice in Father's hand cast a long shadow under the candlelight, and it happened to fall on the coffin parked in front of the altar.
Petyr·Baelish stood alone in front of the spiritual hub, with his wife Lysa·Tully lying straight inside.
It has to be said that the corpse collector he hired was really skilled. The bleeding marks from the seven holes were carefully covered with powder, and the pale complexion was also patched up with rouge.
She looked like she was asleep.
"You are much quieter than before, my dear."
Petyr raised the wine glass in his hand to Lingshu, Lysa didn't answer, which made him very satisfied.
When she was alive, she always talked too much, saying "Petyr, Petyr, Petyr" endlessly in front of him, like a crow that could never learn to be quiet.
But now, she finally learned to shut up.
Really good.
After taking a sip of wine, Petyr walked to the window and looked at the dark Mountains of the Moon, with a trace of irritability flashing in his eyes.
Before evening, the news that Bloody Gate had been breached had already spread.
It has to be said that Brynden·Tully's old immortal Blackfish did have a few moments, and actually led people to get into Bloody Gate from a mountain road that even blue sheep couldn't climb.
When he received the letter, Petyr was really shocked. After all, Bloody Gate being broken meant that time was tighter than he expected.
So he arranged for Nestor Royce to move all the remaining guards from the Eyrie to Gates of the Moon to block the gap and delay the coalition forces, buying himself time to finish.
But that doesn't mean he panicked.
On the contrary, everything is still under control.
All the forged evidence has been arranged, and Lysa's personal maid has already received twenty Gold Dragon from Petyr, and after receiving Petyr's "favor", she personally promised that she saw Sansa poisoning Lysa's wine glass.
Under the guidance of Petyr, this set of testimony was fabricated so flawlessly, and the maid's performance was so outstanding that even he himself was almost convinced.
After all, he was once the owner of King's Landing's largest brothel, so he still has this skill.
After all, he takes it very seriously and teaches the prostitutes below how to provide emotional value to customers.
Leaning against the edge of the window, the corners of Petyr's mouth began to rise slightly.
After tonight, Sansa will understand that he has nowhere to go but to stay with him.
Of course she may struggle for a while, the red-haired Maiden has the same stubbornness as her mother, but it doesn't matter, this is what Petyr likes.
When the lords of Vale decide that she is the murderer, Corleone will definitely cancel the engagement publicly, and then Sansa will find that she has no one to rely on anymore.
Corleone will not fall out with the entire Vale over a woman whose reputation has been ruined.
Petyr is very convinced of this.
Because if it were him, he wouldn't either.
During King's Landing's short-term cooperation and confrontation, Petyr has long since concluded that he and Corleone are the same kind of people. Interests and weighing the pros and cons are their thinking logic, and they know when to let go.
Of course, Petyr does not intend to make Sansa his wife immediately, that would be too risky.
Rushing to eat prey can expose a hunter's weaknesses.
So he sent Marillion to the Sky Prison. The bard would complete the first step in his place...
Marillion will use his own methods to make Sansa understand that she is about to become no different from those despicable whores!
Then, the noble Petyr·Baelish will appear as a savior, with his cloak and arms spread out.
Thinking of this, Petyr smiled.
He turned around and walked around, casually placing the wine glass in his hand next to the spiritual hub, and then without looking back, planned to go back to the study to finish writing the remaining few letters that needed to be forged.
But before he had taken a few steps, a slight sound came from the spiritual hub.
Squeak~~~~
Petyr's footsteps suddenly stopped.
The sound was very soft, but it seemed extremely harsh in this empty and silent church.
Petyr was shocked, and slowly turned around and cautiously walked to the spiritual hub, only to see that Lysa's body did not look strange at all. His hands were still folded on his chest. This was of course, because dead people don't move.
He just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was too worried.
But at this moment, the wine glass that Lingshu had just put on... fell to the ground with a "bang" without any warning!
The remaining wine spilled on the floor, Petyr's pupils shrank suddenly, and he instinctively took a few steps back!
After gasping for breath for several times, Petyr forced himself to calm down, then took steps to search Sept carefully.
From Mother to Crone, from Warrior to the Smith, and finally landed on the face of Father that was flickered by the candlelight.
"No one can try to judge me!"
Petyr shouted guiltily at the statue of Father, then walked quickly towards Lysa's spiritual pivot, and used his knuckles to force the edge of the spiritual pivot!
No response.
Unwilling to give up, he looked down at the overturned wine glass on the ground again, bent down to pick it up and observed it for a while, then placed it next to the spiritual hub.
I waited quietly for a long time, but still no response.
Petyr breathed a sigh of relief, but Sept's door was suddenly slammed open, frightening him!
Looking back, I saw a servant rolling in and falling in front of the steps of Sept. He shouted in panic, "Fire... it's on fire!"
"Sir, the Eyrie is on fire. The kitchen and storage room on the east side of the tower are all on fire!"
As soon as these words came out, Petyr, who had been frightened just now, suddenly became furious.
"You losers!"
"Don't you know what the structure of the Eyrie is? There are wooden connecting corridors between the towers. Below the kitchen and storage room are wine cellars and granaries. Do you want the entire the Eyrie to be burned to ashes!"
Before he had time to think, he immediately shouted angrily at the servant, "Take everyone to put out the fire, tear down all the tapestries in the corridor, soak them in water and seal the passage. Go now!"
Hearing this, the servant ran out Sept in a hurry.
Petyr, on the other hand, stood there with his chest heaving violently.
No wonder he had such a big reaction. After all, the towers of the Eyrie are all connected by wooden corridors. Once the fire spreads, the entire castle will become a huge torch on top of Giant's Lance, which is difficult to put out!
This is not something that can be controlled by any calculation!
No, that's not right!
But then, a very bad premonition flashed through Petyr's heart. This fire was too coincidental!
As soon as Bloody Gate was broken, the coalition forces were still on the mountainside, and the fire started in the castle?
If someone started a fire inside...
Thinking of this, Petyr hurriedly strode towards the door of Sept.
He needs to go to Tianlao immediately and hold Sansa in his hand first.
She is the last trump card in this game. As long as she is alive and under his control, even if the coalition forces rush into the Eyrie through four levels, they still have to sit down and negotiate terms with him.
But before he had even taken two steps, a yawn came from behind.
Very real, definitely... human!
Petyr A cold sweat broke out on his back and he turned around suddenly.
In the light of the fire, two people squatted on the left and right beside the Father statue.
The one on the left is wearing white armor, and the one on the right is holding a long bow in his hand. The arrow on the bow string is aimed squarely at Petyr·Baelish's eyebrows.
"Who are you?" With a bow and arrow pointed at his head, Petyr certainly didn't dare to act rashly.
Hearing this, Lin Corbray stretched, turned his head, and said to his companion, "You guys have so many bad ideas."
Michelle Redfort maintained her bow posture and sneered, "Of course, I am Vale's most outstanding swordsman.
Lin En disdainfully said, "Haha, you will never be able to beat me in this life."
Michelle retorted, "Really? But I heard that you lost to Vito·Corleone, and even handed over the clan sword.
The corner of Linn's mouth twitched. "It was an accident, and I have got it back now."
"Don't move!"
While the two were bickering, Michelle saw Petyr's footsteps secretly moving out, and immediately yelled loudly.
He glanced sideways and winked at Lin, and then the two of them moved forward at the same time.
The shadow of the Father statue shrouded the two Vale knights, and the scales of justice illuminated by candlelight were shaking slightly above their heads.
"Petyr·Baelish."
Michelle's tone was serious, changing from her previous laziness. "Black Hand Mafia says hello to you."