"As long as you live under my roof, I am responsible for what happens to you," Petyr bellowed at you and you felt yourself sink deeper into the chair as he lowered his voice. "And that means that it reflects badly on me when you run about King's Landing attacking innocent guards when they question you." This seemed like something that happened all too often between yourself and Petyr. He had taken you in when your mother had requested it of her old friend, a man who had loved her dearly, but being the daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark had become very difficult of late, and when your mother had been killed at the twins you had gone off course, and he seemed to love reminding you of it.
"He was not innocent," you snarled at him. "He was talking about my mother and father, saying some disgusting things that I'd rather not repeat, and I decided that I wasn't okay with it," you continued, and he raised an eyebrow at you.
"You assaulted the man. You're lucky he didn't kill you," he told you and you chuckled as you shook your head.
"I threw an apple at him. The most he got was a bruised ego," you snorted, watching as he shook his head at you.
"You don't seem to understand that you are putting yourself at risk here," he uttered as he pressed his hand to his forehead in frustration. "I promised your parents that I would keep you safe, but I can't do that if you go off galavanting with no care for your own well-being." You rolled your eyes at him, he had started to act like a parent with you and you were growing sick and tired of it.
"If you don't like it why don't you send me to the wall? Jon will look after me," you started and he closed his eyes to calm himself. "Gods, you don't even have a reason not to," you continued, shaking your head. "You just enjoy having me around because you were so insanely in love with my mother," you blurted in anger and he suddenly snapped. His hand slammed down on the wooden table with a thud, making you jump and knocking over the jug of wine that had been placed in the centre of the table. The purple liquid spilled across the surface and cascaded down onto the floor, spreading quickly through the grouting.
"Fine," he yelled out, eyes fixed on you as you stared at him in horror. "Go," he added, glaring into your eyes. You knew you had overstepped the line with your comment, but you had been so angry that it had escaped before you could stop it, and now there was no going back. "When you are raped and killed by men on the road I will remember that I tried to help you and that you were too stubborn to listen to me," he growled and you felt tears prick your eyes as you rose to your feet.
"I survived before you took me in, and I'll survive long after I leave this place," you hissed at him through gritted teeth. You stormed from the room, your dress floating out behind you as you slammed the door, leaving you both with ringing in your ears which seemed better than the eerie silence it was quickly replaced with.
Once you made it back to your chambers, your eyes filled with tears. Petyr was the only person in King's Landing that you could consider a friend and you had pushed him away because you were behaving like a brat. You knew that you would have to go and apologise but he had been so mad at you that you were a little scared. What if he meant what he said, that he was happy that you would be going away, that he would be fine with you suffering on the King's Road as many other women had? Gods, what if he hated you? You started to sob harder, burying your face into the soft pillows on your bed, breathing in the fresh clean smell that had soothed your tears so many times before. Petyr had been so good to you and you had thrown it back in his face like a child, whether he hated you or not you would still apologise for how you had behaved.
As you rose from your bed, you smoothed down your hair, wiping at your damp, red eyes with your sleeves to try and make yourself look presentable. There was a knock at your door, making you jump as you looked at yourself in the mirror. "Who is it?" you called, your runny nose muffling your words slightly as you waited for a response, only for the door to open and Petyr's head to poke around the door.
"You've been crying," he uttered, more a fact than a question and you nodded as you wiped at the last stray tears that sat on your cheeks. "I came to apologise, what I said was wrong," he told you and you let out a pathetic chuckle.
"I was about to come and apologise to you," you told him and he smiled at you. "I've been a horrible little shit, and I didn't mean what I said," you added and he gave you a small nod as he held out his arms for you to cuddle into him, his hands rubbing your back.
"I know. You've been through a lot, but you need to stop putting yourself at risk like this," he murmured softly to you, and you nodded slightly against his chest. "I need you to know that I didn't just take you in for your mother. I care about you more than I am willing to admit, and I would hate to see something bad happen to you," he told you as he pressed his lips to the top of your head.
"I'm sorry," you mumbled, your voice muffled by his clothing as you buried your face deeper into him, wrapping your arms tighter around him to keep him close. "I don't want to go to the wall unless you come with me, but I need to go home, Petyr," you told him as you lifted your head so that you could see his face turn into an understanding smile.
"I will do anything to give you Winterfell," he uttered, pulling you back to him gently, his hands caressing your back lightly.
*Time Skip*
The next week, the two of you rode for the wall, in search of your half-brother. You were scared, to say the least. The wall was not a place for women, and though you knew neither Jon, nor Petyr, would let any harm come to you, you still felt intimidated by the idea of being in a place with so many deprived criminals.
As you reached the gates to Castle Black, your breath caught in your throat, making you hesitate beside Petyr before they opened, revealing a large group of men in leathers, some holding wooden swords.
"How I can we help you?" an older man spoke to you and you simply stared at him as Petyr spoke, staying close to you as you shivered on the horses back.
"My name is Petyr Baelish, and this Y/N Stark. We need to speak with Lord Commander Snow," he spoke and the man nodded before turning to find the man you hadn't seen for almost three years.
"Y/N?" you heard Jon ask as Petyr helped you from your horse, keeping you close to his side as you walked towards the wooden buildings where the Lord Commander's chambers stood. You heard his footsteps thunder down the wooden steps and your face lit up when you finally saw him, his hair long and knotted, his face scruffy and scarred. "I thought you were dead," he told you as he pulled you into his arms and held you close to him.
You remained tense as you embraced your brother, staying as close to Petyr as was physically possible. "I missed you," you whispered to him as you finally pulled away, looking at his face, he looked older, but it suited him, his appearance seemed to have caught up with his personality. His smile was heartbreaking, after so long of being away from your family, you felt like you were at home again, though you weren't so sure about his new brothers.
Jon had rushed to find you and Petyr chambers for your visit and Petyr told you that you would retire early after such a long journey, only hesitating when he saw your face turn to worry as you stood up. "You and Jon have a lot of catching up to do, and none of it is my business, Y/N. I'll see you in the morning," he told you, pushing you back down softly into your seat with a small smile before wandering out of the room.
"What of Arya and Sansa?" Jon questioned and you shook your head. You had not heard from either of your sisters since they had gone missing, Arya disappearing from King's Landing after your Father's execution and Sansa running away from Winterfell with Theon Greyjoy. Neither girl had been seen since and you were starting to worry that they wouldn't be found at all.
"If Sansa is as smart as I think she is, then she'll come here. It's the only place that we all know we have someone waiting for us," you told him and he gave a curt nod. "Gods know what Arya'll do, though I'm sure she is far better at protecting herself than I've ever been," continued, causing him to give you a small smile and a light chuckle.
"She always was a feisty child," he added and you relaxed a little as you returned his smile and laughed.
"You can say that again. Father told me about the sword you got her, it was what kept her sane in King's Landing. We were lucky she never killed Sansa, what with the way they bickered," you told him and his smile grew as you stretched and let out a yawn.
"Go to bed, Y/N. We can talk tomorrow," he uttered and you nodded as you rose to your feet, watching as he followed you.
"Thank you Jon," you murmured as you pulled him into another hug, sapping some warmth from him before heading to your cold chambers.
You had climbed into the bed that night with furs wrapped around your body, trying to shield your skin from the cold as you curled into a tight ball in the centre of the mattress. The wind kept you awake, howling as if it was trying to get your attention, attempting to scare you. Of course, it worked, you were terrified as you watched the shadows dance in the light that the single candle cast across the stone walls. You knew you wouldn't get any sleep in here, and quickly climbed from the bed, wrapping one of the furs around your shoulders and making your way out into the hallway, staggering a few doors down and knocking on Petyr's door.
"Petyr?" you called quietly as you pushed against the wooden door, watching as it swung open slightly, allowing you to see him curled under the covers fast asleep. When he heard the door creak he stirred, looking over at you in question. "I can't sleep," you told him and he gave you a smile. You looked adorable, your hair sticking out at a funny angle, your nose red from the cold and your eyes slowly drooping shut as you almost fell asleep on your feet.
"Come, you can stay in here tonight," he told you as he shuffled over, creating a small space for you beside him, and you smiled gratefully as you scurried across the cold floor and climbed into his bed with him, feeling his arms wrap around your waist as he drifted back to sleep. Sleep seemed to come much easier to you after that, warmer and less scared in his arms rather than on your own.
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