Petyr examined the scruffy girl's face and could barely contain his glee. It was Catelyn's daughter. The other one.
He briefly considered fondling her. Then he realized that she looked more like Eddard than like Catelyn. He felt a pang of disappointment.
"Arya of House Stark? I'm Petyr Baelish, former Master of the Coin under King Robert and King Joffrey," he said, crouching down to her height and extending a hand to her. "Your mother was an old, old friend of mine. She was more than that, actually, but that's not for the ears of a child."
Interesting. Very interesting. His brain was racing to work out the implications of finding the younger Stark daughter. If it would ever be in his best interests to invalidate the Bolton bastard's claim to Winterfell, he could produce this girl and prove his Stark bride an impostor.
And if it wouldn't be in his best interests...well, there were always those convenient crossbow quarrels to get rid of the evidence. After all, it wasn't as if the girl looked anything like Catelyn.
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He briefly considered fondling her. Then he realized that she looked more like Eddard than like Catelyn. He felt a pang of disappointment.
"Arya of House Stark? I'm Petyr Baelish, former Master of the Coin under King Robert and King Joffrey," he said, crouching down to her height and extending a hand to her. "Your mother was an old, old friend of mine. She was more than that, actually, but that's not for the ears of a child."
Interesting. Very interesting. His brain was racing to work out the implications of finding the younger Stark daughter. If it would ever be in his best interests to invalidate the Bolton bastard's claim to Winterfell, he could produce this girl and prove his Stark bride an impostor.
And if it wouldn't be in his best interests...well, there were always those convenient crossbow quarrels to get rid of the evidence. After all, it wasn't as if the girl looked anything like Catelyn.