Chapter 363: Chapter 363
PETYR BAELISH POV
The moans of two whores playing with each other filled the air as he sat behind his expensive desk and thought about the general situation of the war in Riverlands.
Lysa has, for some reason, decided to ignore their plans and has not only gathered the army of the Vale but had also sent them against the Lannisters to avenge the murder of their lord.
He would have enjoyed the irony of this whole situation if it didn't fuck so badly with his plans.
He wanted the army of the Vale intact so that when he eventually marries Lysa and takes over the Vale, he'll have a full army under his command.
Lysa has not only broken away from all her plans but she has also ignored any and all letters sent from her.
If he didn't know any better then he would have suspected that the woman had been murdered and her face had been taken over by a Faceless man.
But he had tried to hire them once before and knew just how expensive they were.
There was no way there was anyone in the realm rich enough to hire a Faceless man for a long term mission.
Except for Lord Lannister and Lord Bolton.
Lord Bolton… it all came down to him didn't it.
He took a sip of wine from a cup and looked at the two whores enjoying themselves. Or merely giving the illusion that they were enjoying themselves. Or a delicious mixture of both.
He thought about the situation he had found himself in and took another sip of wine.
As much as he would like to go to Eyrie and check on the situation himself, this was a crucial time in the war. A time when even the mighty fall. And someone like him needed to be ready to take advantage of the situation and make sure that he came out the victor in this war no matter who won.
But once he had some time on his hand. He would rescue Sansa, the girl he had found himself infatuated with, go to Eyrie with her and take control of the situation himself.
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DAVOS SEAWORTH POV
It was late at evening when they left the bank of the river on a small boat and darkness had fallen by the time they reached the other side of the bank.
Years of smuggling had taught him that this was the best time to smuggle things from one place to another.
And now he was putting that information to good use once again.
And smuggling a heavily pregnant Malisandre to the other side of the river.
The boat stopped and the Red priestess gave him a smile of someone who was supremely confident in herself before she climbed out of the boat and went into a nearby cave.
Even heavily pregnant as she was, she walked with more grace than any other woman he had ever seen in his life.
They reached the cave and he lit two torches for some illumination.
"You don't need to look so afraid Onion knight." She said as she smiled at him. A smile that he had come to distrust a long time ago.
"Someone once told that the night dark and full of terrors." He replied and got a smile in return.
She smiled before she suddenly dropped the robes she was wearing.
She was completely naked underneath with a large belly. And he hated himself for being aroused at the scene enough though he knew what this was.
Then the lights in the torches started burning brighter as she sat down on the ground and spread her feet.
She started screaming in pain but he could help but notice that half her screams seemed like moans of pleasure as her belly convulsed a few times before dark tendrils came out of shadows came out from between her legs.
He looked at the Aldrich abomination which came out from her and stood up. The worse part of it all was that the thing had the face of his king.
The red priestess panted in exhaustion and he watched in silent terror as the thing turned into shadows and flew out of the cave.
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