Chapter 65 (A Really Short Chapter)
King's Landing
Inside the bedchamber of the Hand's Tower, Lysa Arryn was in hysterics.
"I will never allow you to take my sweet Robin away from me!"
She clutched the sleeping child tightly, as though someone might burst in at any moment to steal him.
"Mother… I'm hungry…"
The boy stirred awake, whining. His small hands fumbled instinctively at her chest.
"Sweet Robin, wait a moment. Let us finish talking first, hmm?" Lysa coaxed gently.
"I don't want to wait! I'm hungry!"
The five-year-old wailed and began nursing.
Lysa yielded at once.
Jon Arryn sat nearby, watching the scene with growing anguish.
Seven save him… the boy was five years old. Other noble children his age had already begun basic martial training. Yet his heir still clung to his mother's breast.
Is this my punishment? he wondered bitterly. Is this what the gods have ordained for House Arryn?
When he died, would the Vale be entrusted to this child?
Could young boy command the loyalty of his bannermen? What would become of the Eyrie?
His expression hardened.
The boy had to be sent away. He had to be separated from his mother.
Jon rose and left the room.
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The next day, in Lysa's chambers—
She wept in the arms of Petyr Baelish.
"Petyr, please… help me and Robin. He's still so small. He cannot leave me."
Her emotions spiraled as she pressed desperate kisses against him.
"You know I love you. For you, I would do anything."
"Shh…" Baelish murmured softly, returning her kiss.
"Lysa, don't worry."
"I love you too."
"I will not allow him to take Robin away from you."