Chapter 125

Because Petyr was buried in the soil and suffocating, his body grew weaker and weaker, and the panic in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

“Think carefully, Lord Domeric. Did old Arryn promote me to master of coin merely because I was a ward of House Tully?

“Or do you think Lysa Tully, a woman whispering beside his pillow, could make that rigid old man, who valued honor above all else, compromise?