"I offer you lands and titles and brothels from all Westeros and Essos."

Lord Baelish looks at his men in total confusion. No one moved, all looking under a spell. His little mind works to figure out what is happening in front of him after offering up the three things most men want.

"So you are offering me things I already have." You shook your head at him. "I thought the great Littlefinger would offer me way more. Maybe a council seat when you win the Iron Throne. That is your big goal in life. Right. Maybe after fucking Caitlyn Tully. Mmm, her sister not doing it for you anymore is she. I mean she got fat fucking cow tits. But your eyes has always been fond of a different Cat."

Lord Baelish staring at you hard. His hate building upward, hearing more about his late Caitlyn hurting him. "I want... I do want the Throne. I want the Lannister dead at my feet. I want Sansa... She... She looks very much like her mother."

You dail your power back on telling the man. "Okay... When you decide to betray me, you will tell me your plan, in which case, our deal will be over with. I shall kill you and take whatever I gave you. Mmm but before I let you win Sansa Stark..." You know you kinda wanna break in the older Stark girl yourself. Maybe hand her over to Littlefinger after you thoroughly ruin her. "Go back to the Vale. The eighteen year old Arya Stark will be coming with the Hound. Ambush him and bring the mousy hair girl back to me. Understand."

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