Before the new king, you and Lord Baelish had always had a flame. Subtle touching, lingering glances and yearning while away from one and other. Even when having left for four months, these passions did not die out.

However, an issue arose which threatened the two of you: the new king, Joffrey, was demanding your hand in marriage. You would be Queen...

Lord Baelish was in court alongside the king when he announced his choice. He did not object, of course, no matter how much he wanted too.

Later, you visit his brothel during closed hours; it was late at night. He answers the door to you.

"Lily," he mutters, pulling you inside. He pulls you into a tight embrace almost instantly.