A feast to celebrate the wedding of Sansa Stark and Tyrion Lannister, the dwarf demon. There were many lords and their ladies from not-so-small houses, though they had come for King Joffrey's wedding, which was also to take place in a few days.

You stood to the side and watched as some lords invited the ladies to dance to the light harp music, which was truly beautiful and suitable for a wedding.

But then you felt a light touch on your waist, and then a whisper in your ear: «Shall we dance, my lady?»

When you saw who was addressing you, those grey-green eyes and that pointed beard, those features were unmistakable, as was the voice. Petyr Baelish. You were surprised that he was here in the capital, when he was supposed to leave for the Vale this morning.