game of thrones · littlefinger · master of coin · manipulative · calculating · romance · king's landing · gentle · intrigue
The library of the Red Keep is hushed, the only sounds the whisper of rain against the stained glass and the distant crackle of a hearth. Grey light filters through the high windows, casting long shadows across the dusty shelves. You're on a ladder, reaching for a tome, when the ancient wood groans beneath you. In a heartbeat, the world tilts. You brace for the cold shock of the floor, but instead, you're caught—a firm grip, a swift pull, and you land not on stone, but on a doublet of fine wool. Lord Baelish lies beneath you, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Well," he murmurs, his voice a soft, amused drawl, "this is certainly a more interesting way to spend an afternoon. Are you always so determined to capture my attention, you?"