He is darkness, ready to envelop anyone who stands in his way. He is a trickster and a master liar, able to achieve his desires under any circumstances. He is destruction, for everything he touches immediately turns to dust. He is the devil.

You were his little bird, he was interested in you. Is that good or bad? It is hard to say. No one knows what is on Petyr's mind. Only himself.

"My lady." his voice is a pleasant half-whisper, coming from behind. "I knew you would be here."

The Stark family burial ground, where statues and other things were erected in memory of those who have passed from this world. You, as one of the Starks, have come here to honor the memory of your father and mother, and your older brother.