(a/n: read parts 1 and 2 first!)
You smirked at Petyr over the top of your goblet. He glared back over the top of his. He was now married and he already hated it. He loved the power and the title of Acting Lord of the Vale, but he hated that his arrangement with you was over. And what he hated more was the hold you seemed to have over him. No one had ever been able to make him beg before you. If not for his pride, Petyr would be on his knees begging for you every chance he got and he loathed it.
To Petyr, it seemed as if this was effecting him more than you, but in truth, you liked having him in your bed. Hells, you loved it. However, you were not about to back down from the few morals you still had. At least that's what you told yourself. You tried to convince yourself that what you had with Petyr was an arrangement of mutual benefit and nothing more. Now, you were free to do what you wanted within reason and, at that moment, there was a young lord that caught your eye. Apparently, Lysa noticed the lingering gazes between you and the lord because she leaned over to you and said, "Go dance with him. It is obvious you want to."
With your lady's permission, you stood from your seat and made your way over to the lord that had grabbed your attention. He was handsome for certain, but not really your type. That didn't stop you from wanting to have a little fun. As soon as you approached him, the lord had you in his arms and was twirling you around the floor. He would occasionally lean in and whisper something in your ear. It wasn't really funny, but you giggled anyway. After all, there was no possible way this was going anywhere...or so you thought.
Petyr watched with clenched jaw as you danced around the floor with the foolish young lord. His new bride was telling him that the lord had been asking after you for months and Petyr felt something he had not felt in decades. Jealousy. Petyr felt, after all that time, you belonged to him. In his arms and in his bed. He watched as you suddenly stopped dancing and only then did he realize what was happening. It was time for the bedding. The marriage would be official which meant Petyr would have to learn to break your hold over him somehow.
*time skip*
It had been several weeks since the wedding and Petyr still dreamed of having you all to himself. No matter how he tried to convince himself otherwise, Petyr needed you. Of course, it didn't help that his wife requested your council on nearly every matter so you were almost always near. His jealousy had also grown into something he could barely contain. And it was only made worse by the fact that the lord you had danced with at the wedding feast kept returning to the Vale to see you.
Petyr was enjoying some rare alone time with a stroll when he heard your voice, followed by the lord's. "I know we do not know one another very well Lady Y/N, but I must confess that I adore you. I wish to make you my lady wife." Petyr nearly laughed aloud at this. That was not the sort of proposal you would accept. Petyr saw the two of you standing outside, your cloak wrapped tightly around you. "I am flattered, my lord."
Petyr did not stop walking until he was standing behind you. "Oh, Lord Baelish," the lord, whose name Petyr refused to learn, greeted with a small bow. You turned around and quirked a brow at Petyr. "May I have a word with my advisor alone, please?" he asked, not taking his eyes off you. You glanced over your shoulder at the lord and smiled. He returned it and left.
You turned back to Petyr. "And what, pray tell, was that about?" you asked. You could see the jealousy in his green-grey eyes as his arm wrapped around you, his large hand splayed across your lower back, and pulled you to him. "You were never going to accept his proposal." It wasn't a question. It was an order. You didn't do well with orders. "Oh? And what makes you think that, Petyr?" He let out a growl and pressed your bodies even closer.
"You are mine. You belong to me," his voice was low and threatening. You let out a hollow laugh and pushed away. "I belong to no one, Petyr. You have a wife. Am I not free to find a husband?" You moved to walk by him, but stopped when you felt his fingers wrap around your arm. "What do I have to do to convince you that there will be no other man in your life, Y/N?" You shook your head and whispered, "Nothing. I told you, I would not bed a married man. You chose this." Petyr let out an almost animalistic snarl before crashing his lips to yours.
You sighed into the fervent kiss. His kisses were intoxicating still. He was right. No matter how much you denied it, you belonged to him. But your subconscious would not let you forget that he was married. You pulled back from the kiss and rested your forehead on his for a moment before pushing yourself away from him. "We cannot do this, Petyr. You made your choice and I must make mine." You began to walk away, hearing him say behind you, "You will not marry him. You cannot rid yourself of your desires so easily." You stopped and glanced back. "Neither can you." You started moving again, not knowing that the two of you had an audience.
You were almost back to your chambers when you were stopped by your suitor. "Oh, my lord! You gave me quiet a fright," you exclaimed. He simply stared at you for a moment as if he were debating on something. Finally, he spoke, "I was hoping for an answer to my proposal, Lady Y/N." You took a deep breath. Could you really be free of Petyr Baelish? Of his hold? Did you even want to be?
"I am sorry, my lord but I cannot accept. Lady Arryn needs me here," you told him, hoping he would bow out gracefully. You turned to open your door and he asked, "Lady Arryn or Lord Baelish?" You stopped dead and slowly turned back around, thinking carefully on your next words. "Both the Lord and Lady find my advice helpful." The lord leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I saw you with Lord Baelish." You chuckled and replied, "Clearly you weren't paying attention then. I turned Lord Baelish down just as I am refusing you. Good day." With that you entered your room and sighed in relief once the door closed behind you.
The next morning, Lady Arryn sent for you early. You quickly got up, dressed and ran to meet her. You were wary. Lady Arryn normally waited to speak to you until you all sat to break the fast. You found her pacing in the great room of the castle. It took less than a second for you to analyze the situation. She looked frazzled and the Moon Door was open. She knew something and she was not happy about it. "My lady?"
Her head whipped around and you could swear you saw the madness in her eyes. "My dear Y/N. I was given some rather...disturbing news this morning," she started, slowly walking toward you. You were suspicious of her actions, but you did not show it. "And what news was that, my lady?" Her lips curled into a sneer. "You simply could not leave him alone could you? Even though he is my husband?" You fought back a smile.
She grabbed you by the back of the neck and the arm and began dragging you to the Moon Door. You struggled and pulled away as best you could. She continued to pull you forward, all the while yelling at you for trying to take Petyr from her. The struggled continued until she had you at the very edge of the door. You could see the rocky land below that would mean your death if you fell. Suddenly, you heard another door open. You looked over your shoulder to find Petyr standing there. He quickly ran over to the two of you and pulled you away from Lady Arryn.
He whispered something to her that you couldn't hear before beckoning you over with his eyes. The two of you exchanged a glance as you pushed Lady Arryn through the open Moon Door. You looked back up at him and, in a flash, his lips were pressed firmly to yours. When you parted, you smiled and he said, "It is all going according to plan." You smirked at him before sighing. "Not exactly. I nearly died! You couldn't have come a second sooner?" you asked, playfully pushing his shoulder.
"Relax, darling. I would never have let you fall. Now, shall we?" You nodded. Finally, after months of plotting, you were free. In truth, the two of you had been planning Lysa's death since Petyr arrived in the Vale. He'd made his choice, that was true, but it wasn't the one everyone assumed. You were his choice. You were always going to be his choice Everything had been planned, even Petyr's show of jealousy and your suitor catching the two of you.
You gazed up at Petyr before you kissed him again. "Let's give them a show, shall we?" you asked. His signature smirk made its way to his lips as he gave your sides a squeeze. "Make it believable, Y/N." You nodded and backed away from him. You sank to your knees right next to the Moon Door and let out a scream of agony that echoed throughout the Vale.
When all the questions had been asked and it was determined that Lady Arryn's death was a horrible accident, you returned to your chambers and Petyr joined you a few hours later. "We got what we wanted Petyr." Petyr wrapped his arms around you and gazed at you in awe. He really did have what he wanted. Money, power, and now nothing to keep you away. He knew now that your arrangement would never have been enough. He needed you by his side and he would pay whatever price you asked of him to keep you there. Even murder. You had the whoremonger wrapped around your finger and he wouldn't have it any other way. After all, to Petyr Baelish, there is nothing more seductive than manipulation.
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