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单击此处进行编辑。 “Oh, mayhaps I could be persuaded.” She giggled. “Have you brought gifts to melt my heart?” “The king’s peace.” “Oh, poo to the peace, what else have you brought me?” “My daughter.” Littlefinger beckoned Sansa forward with a hand. “My lady, allow me to present you Alayne Stone.” Lysa Arryn did not seem greatly pleased to see her. Sansa did a deep curtsy, her head bowed. “A bastard?” she heard her aunt say. “Petyr, have you been wicked? Who was her mother?” “The wench is dead. I’d hoped to take Alayne to the Eyrie.” “What am I to do with her there?” “I have a few notions,” said Lord Petyr. “But just now I am more interested in what I might do with you, my lady.” All the sternness melted off her aunt’s round pink face, and for a moment Sansa thought Lysa Arryn was about to cry. “Sweet Petyr, I’ve missed you so, you don’t know, you can’t know. Yohn Royce has been stirring up all sorts of trouble, demanding that I call . And the others all swarm around me, Hunter and Corbray and that dreadful Nestor Royce, all wanting to wed me and take my son to ward, but none of them truly love me. Only you, Petyr. I’ve dreamed of you so long.” “And I of you, my lady.” He slid an arm around behind her and kissed her on the neck. “How soon can we be wed?” “Now,” said Lady Lysa, sighing. Petyr gave a shrug. “As my lady commands, then. I am helpless before you, as ever.” They said their vows within the hour, standing beneath a sky-blue canopy as the sun sank in the west. Afterward trestle tables were set up beneath the small flint tower, and they feasted on quail, venison, and roast boar, washing it down with a fine light mead.
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