Uncle Petyr! LlTTLEFlNGER: My lord.
Uncle Petyr! Littlefinger: My lord.
He almost killed Petyr in a duel.
Lord Baelish… Call me Petyr.
I have never left home before, Uncle Petyr.
L'νe neνer left home before, Uncle Petyr.
Look what Uncle Petyr brought me.
That's what happens to people who stand between Petyr and me.
Petyr had three crates brought all the way from King's Landing.
I do think that we could
wait until… I'm done waiting, Petyr.
And now Petyr is risking his life to saνe you,
the daughter of a woman who didn't loνe him.
And now Petyr is risking his life to save you,
the daughter of a woman who didn't love him.
And now Petyr is risking his life to save you,
the daughter of a woman who didn't love him no more than those whores in his brothels.