AU MEME: Sansa Stark murdering Petyr Baelish
“Take it,” Alayne insisted, “Before the heat dies, it’s fresh from the oven. Lemon pie is always best served from the oven, do you not agree, father?”.
Petyr eyed her up. “Thank you, my dear daughter.” He took the cake from her, lifted the already cut slice and took a bite. “You always make the best lemon cakes, my sweetling.”
“Nice, isn’t it?” she asked, taking the rest of the cake and swiping it off the table. The plate smashed on the stone floor and the cake erupted underneath it. She looked at him with her eyes, Sansa’s eyes.
“You—” Petyr coughed on the sponge, his hands now wriggling around his neck, squeezing and heaving in pain. He tried to lift himself from his seat but slumped back into it.
“Me?” Sansa asked, she rose from her cushioned chair. “But, I’m just a little bird. I hear songs and I sing them back, I do what I’m told and obey, I pick up what others rhymes and learn them for myself. And oh, I’ve learnt so much from you.” She walked round the table and knelt to his body, grabbed his wrist and peered at his eyes. Dead.
She was laughing a little. That won’t do, Alayne wouldn’t laugh. She slowly dropped to her knees, putting on her mask once again “Someone! Someone help, My lord father is choking! Please, someone save him!”