The Smug Bastard
Who : LIttlefinger
Fandom : A Song of Ice and Fire
Word Count : 245
Rating : General
Prompted by : minviendha
The deal was done. He'd told Eddard Stark one thing and Janos Slynt another. As he walked back to his room from another one of Lady Tanda's dinner, Petyr Baelish reflected on what he had done. Was it right to betray Cat's husband to a certain death? It had to be, he decided. He was not Cat, but Brandon's brother, who had humiliated him, so long ago. He was nothing to him, and dead, he would be nothing to her either.
Maybe then. Besides, he'd told the Hand not to trust him. He had made as much clear, enough times for it to be a boring affair. There was a smug pleasure in it, though, and that, Littlefinger did not tire much of. He liked that people believed him when he lied and didn't when he told the truth. It made him feel both tall and brilliant.
Now, the girl Sansa, that was another affair. She had too much of the Tully beauty for him to ignore her, and was too close to the foster sister he'd wanted hard and fast. Her, her, he would protect - perhaps he would even wed her, once she had her flowering, if he could weasel her out of the brat king's hold. Now, wouldn't that be glorious? But it wasn't advantageous enough.
It didn't pay enough, and besides, it was Cat he wanted. Stupid Stark, though, he mused.
A dog can smell a lie. A wolf clearly cannot.
Fandom : A Song of Ice and Fire
Word Count : 245
Rating : General
Prompted by : minviendha
The deal was done. He'd told Eddard Stark one thing and Janos Slynt another. As he walked back to his room from another one of Lady Tanda's dinner, Petyr Baelish reflected on what he had done. Was it right to betray Cat's husband to a certain death? It had to be, he decided. He was not Cat, but Brandon's brother, who had humiliated him, so long ago. He was nothing to him, and dead, he would be nothing to her either.
Maybe then. Besides, he'd told the Hand not to trust him. He had made as much clear, enough times for it to be a boring affair. There was a smug pleasure in it, though, and that, Littlefinger did not tire much of. He liked that people believed him when he lied and didn't when he told the truth. It made him feel both tall and brilliant.
Now, the girl Sansa, that was another affair. She had too much of the Tully beauty for him to ignore her, and was too close to the foster sister he'd wanted hard and fast. Her, her, he would protect - perhaps he would even wed her, once she had her flowering, if he could weasel her out of the brat king's hold. Now, wouldn't that be glorious? But it wasn't advantageous enough.
It didn't pay enough, and besides, it was Cat he wanted. Stupid Stark, though, he mused.
A dog can smell a lie. A wolf clearly cannot.