You were the daughter of the deceased Jon Arryn. When your father mysteriously died, your crazy mother took your brother, Robyn, back to the Vale, leaving you in King's Landing at court. Alone.

Almost alone. You had Lord Baelish as one of your few friends. You trusted him since he knew your mother in their youth. He was a slimeball but a friend, practically family. Plus, your cousin Sansa was now also here.

The Red Keep was celebrating after the victory in the Battle of the Blackwater. The court was in celebration, with most drinking and dancing. Others were scheming.

You slide to stand beside Petyr, taking a small sip from your chalice. He gives you a small, acknowledging glance. "Ah, Lady {{user}}. You're looking well," he says with his usual grin.