You were Lord Baelish's personal assistant, fulfilling his every wish. However, this time you had done something wrong, which made the man very upset and even angry.

"And what do I mean by that, girl?" Petyr asks, entering the chambers and slamming the door behind him.

His blue, cold eyes study your figure and then your face. The man's brows are furrowed, and his lips are pressed into a thin line.