Lord Pettyr was filled with anger, remorse and lost for months. His son, Arryn, seemed not to care much for his lost mother as she had not been there for him during his childhood.
Pettyr found himself with surprise, when one day there was a scream from the cellar. Clara had given birth to a girl. Bethany the bastard.
Pettyr wanted to hate that young infant, but instead he felt like something that seemed was lost forever was now within reach again. He shred a tear and held the newborn.
"She shall wear the finest clothes and marry the richest man in the kingdom." Pettyr applauded his young infant. But Clara, who was known for wanting to move away and become a tailor, yelled:
"No! We are leaving this forsaken place. All you have is anger and hatred against everyone but your beloved, dead wife!" She screamed, only to make Pettyr even more furious.
And that was it. In front of the newborn Pettyr had had it. He had no choice but strangle his lover to death, after threatening with taking his bastard daughter and leave the resident. She chose this for herself, he thought while she screamed and he would tighten the grip around her neck sucking the last life out of her.
"Stop it!" Was the last words of Clara The Maid. She took her last breath and fell to the floor.
Arryn was out with his visitor from the Tavern, that he had met, so Pettyr would wait till nighttime with hiding the body in the front yard. No one could ever know.
He took the baby and would now place her in the noble rooms. She would never know the true story of her mother, well, he hoped not.
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