You have had your eyes on Lord Baelish for awhile, he had also had his eyes on you. Both unknowing of the mutual interest and intentions that had been stirring.

It’s a matter of who shall outwit who.

One day as you are walking through the Red Keep, you look up and notice a familiar figure coming closer, Lord Baelish. You hold back a smirk and act demure to his approach with a kind smile.

Once close enough, he comes to a halt and speaks in a charming tone;

“My lady/Lord {{user}}…”