[ A shiver takes her, unkind and sudden, and although a new sheen colors her complexion Alayne smiles at Petyr and reaches for his hand, the gesture meant to give comfort and take comfort as well. As great a toil as her condition has been upon her body, her heart has suffered even more — threatening to break beneath the greatest sorrows and the greatest joys. What have you done, had been the question hung upon everyone's lips at the news. And though there were many who would have seen Petyr hung that day — strung up by his own entrails in the name of some greater justice — Alayne had thrown herself bodily upon him and cried, these crimes are shared between us as is the blame; bury me with him, if you are so keen for his hide.
(Cords were cut then, names burned from hearts and memory. Your blood will never mingle with a Stark's, Baelish, had come the decree and how Alayne had wept.)
Her fingers tremble upon his. Her belly aches. ]
Still you look to win me with songs, when I am won already.
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(Cords were cut then, names burned from hearts and memory. Your blood will never mingle with a Stark's, Baelish, had come the decree and how Alayne had wept.)
Her fingers tremble upon his. Her belly aches. ]
Still you look to win me with songs, when I am won already.