Chapter Text
twelve years later.
Her head leans against the frame of the small high window, eyes unfocused and ears drowning out the clatter of men and arms below. She idly follows a small figure riding along the highway, the black dot growing and forming into a man. As he passes through the grizzled countryside, she feels uneasy, but it is only when he reaches the gate and she hears the jingle of his horse’s reins that her heart stops. She does not need to hear his voice or see his face to know who he is and why he is here: Petyr is come for their son.