Chapter 173 - The Reconquest of Eyrie (II)
"Sometimes even the puppeteer finds himself controlled under wires." Varys, The Spider.
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Looking at the gigantic crimson dragon landing on the most impenetrable castle in the Seven Kingdoms, Petyr Baelish, Robert Baratheon's former Master of Coin, flashed the most sincere and gentle smile he could muster at that moment.
Even though he knew such a scene would happen, seeing such an intrusion into the castle still left him with a deep bitter taste in his mouth. All the effort, all the sweat and blood, all the conspiracy, all vanished the moment Aenar appeared.
Faced with a true dragon capable of reducing any city to ashes, his conspiracies were nothing more than the plans of children. There was no way to fight it, the other side could kill him the moment they felt it necessary and he could do absolutely nothing but beg for mercy and pray to the gods that he would survive yet another dangerous situation.
For some reason, Petyr remembered a phrase from Varys: "Lord Baelish must beware of ambition. The greater the ambition, the greater the fall."
"Foolish eunuch, but his words have some truth in them." Petyr muttered as he watched the dragon land in the castle courtyard. Obviously, the courtyard was nowhere near big enough to accommodate a dragon, so only the upper part of the dragon entered the courtyard while the lower part was resting on the castle walls.
Honestly, it was a truly terrifying sight. Just imagine a monster the size of a hill appearing in your backyard.
"My love, what are we going to do?" Hearing the female voice next to him, Petyr looked at the woman next to him.
Petyr could still remember Lysa's appearance when she was younger: a pretty girl, slender and high-breasted in her youth, dimpled and delicate. But because of too many pregnancies, miscarriages and stillbirths, she had become overweight.
Despite being two years younger than her sister Catelyn, Lysa looks ten years older; her face has become pale and puffy, and now she paints and dusts it. Although Lysa uses scents to smell sweeter, she can't completely hide the sour, milky smell.