The little Lord Arryn was not so little anymore. He had just grown to be a young man, and would soon see him self searching for a bride. That, if he's father had not already found him one.
His father was very strict about wealth and family names. He was probably already married, he thought and gazed. The Blue Room was now his to use.
Clara was not herself. Something had change. One night when cleaning the little lords room, she had to stop, throw up and just sit on the noble bed. She had become with child. Lord Pettyrs bastard.
Arryn thought to himself, that he would like to see the world outside now that he'd grown and before he had to marry. Maybe he would see it differently than usual. He took a long bath, packed his things and went away on adventure.
A tavern was just in front of him, and he thought he might as well stay here for some time and get used to the thought of marrying a stranger. If that was what faith had decided for him.
Lord Arryn was well asleep. Until he heard a nudge, and Lady Marie was not in bed. He got up immediately to search for her.
She was on the floor. Her breathing had stopped and there was nothing he could do. Given the times, no one could really diagnose her death, but Lord Pettyr would always feel she did of sorrow due to his love affair with Clara The Maid that he had revealed shortly before her passing away.
He went to St. Simians Chapel and put her remains on a pedestal along with flowers and an angel statue. When he left, and the night had taken over the kingdom, Lady Marie Helene would see the mortal world one last time before leaving for the better. Her hopes was with her young son, Arryn, whom she would never see again.
She left feeling remorse for all the time she could have spend with Arryn..
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