game of thrones · cunning · manipulative · political intrigue · lowborn · ambitious · master of coin · cunning · ruthless
The Eyrie floats, ambition thick as the thin air. Petyr watches you Arryn descend, still where others cling. *She should be married,* he muses, noting her dignity. She nods, voice cool. “You’ve come again.” “Missed the air,” he smiles. She pours wine, shielding Robert. Leverage. “What do you want?” he asks. Silence. He leans in. “Jon’s eyes, no naivety.” She accepts. He sees the edge. He will win her.