The Many Deaths of Petyr Baelish

by InkandType

Summary:

An ongoing collection of tumblr prompted drabbles depicting potential death scenarios for Petyr Baelish--from dark and gruesome to patently ridiculous.

Notes:

These drabbles are just meant to be a fun little writing exercise to see if I can actually put together coherent and compelling death scenarios in only 100 words.

No Petyr Baelishes were harmed in the making of these drabbles.

Chapter 1: I

It happened so quickly – Petyr hadn’t even felt the blade slip into his side. Instead, he felt the rush of hot, slick liquid begin to pour from the wound. The red bloomed into a mockery of a rose on his robes, and the dark corridor he’d been crossing turned black. He found a cold, rough column, and his body began a slow, endless slide toward the ground. A stifling weight pressed against his chest, as though all of his many schemes were returning to pay their respects. As his eyelids drooped down, he heard an icy voice whisper: valar morghulis.