"Whatever you do, make sure your hands are clean." - Petyr Baelish
This was inspired by the excellent AAR "A Conspiracy of Ravens" (http://forum.paradoxplaza.com/forum/...steros-Mod-AAR)
I haven't quite decided what form this AAR will take, but I'm leaning towards a mixture of narration and storybook. Screenshots will be included.
Please don't hurt him, he's only a boy.
The words ran around Petyr's head as he lay bleeding in the waters of the Trident. It took every ounce of his remaining strenght to open his eyes and see Cat's eyes. But they weren't looking at him with a look of love or admiration or even love. Those warm green eyes met his with pity. And that hurt worse than the gashing wound that went from his collarbone right down to his belly. The world turned to black.
Petyr's father glanced at the still form of his son, who trashed around in a high fever. The circumstances of his son getting to that way still surprized him. For Petyr, even as a boy - had never been one for sword-fighting and he had even scorned at the old tales of chivalry and honour and bravery that many son's of knight's were devouring at that age. That his son had bled - and nearly died - and could still die for love and all the idea his son had scorned was surprising to Darrin. It reminded him of Petyr's mother Alayne, she was a noblewoman too - and Darrin had also fought for love for her hand. Unlike Petyr, he succeeded and Alayne ran away with him, until she found that all he could offer was a few stony acres of rocks and sheep. Then she had abandoned him, but not before delivering him his first born son. Darrin turned away from his son and below the old flint tower that he had made his 'court' - he was still greatful for all this - in a time of war and strife, men of great ambition and ability could rise to become Lords - and even Kings - as the Targaryan household had many years before. Darrin knew that he was no such person, but he knew that his son could bring power and glory to the House Baelish. Unlike the Targaryan's however, the Baelish household did not have dragons. Darrin didn't care - what the Targaryan's had made with the fire of dragon was now crumbling away under the steel and iron of men. The Seven Kingdoms was in rebellion against the Iron Throne. The world was being consumed in a storm of swords.