It was dangerous.

That was probably exactly why you couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. Just one wrong gesture, one wrong look, one wrong word and it would be over. You would be a feast for the gossiping discontented mouths. You would be a disgrace to your entire family.

And yet right now you were in the arms of the man you could never have.

Lord Baelish was a dangerous man. Ever since he came to your father's court and became the master of coin, you had been warned about him.

The two of you had a connection as soon as your eyes met for the first time. Petyr, who had forbidden himself from ever loving a person like he had loved Cate, couldn't help it. Your nature, your grace, your intelligence, your curiosity... all of that had captivated him. You had a hold on him that he couldn't escape from.

He knew that this game was dangerous. He had given his heart as a stake and that was even more dangerous than all the lies and betrayals he could plan and carry out.

Deep down, Petyr knew he was torn. Split between his desire to use you and your power, to possibly betray you in order to win power and the feelings that kept him awake and overwhelmed his thoughts.

His lips caressed the soft skin between your shoulder and neck as he pulled you even closer to him. It wasn't long before he had to sneak out of your chambers to avoid being seen by your handmaidens or other people.

"What are you thinking about, my beautiful hummingbird?" he whispered, his warm breath brushing against the bare skin of your neck as his used the name of endearment especially reserved for you.