Years passed, and Bethany was all grown up now. Today she was very excited, as Lord Pettyr had promised her to go see the windmill and the small village nearby. "I am so excited!" She yelled while running down the halls.
"This is lovely, Uncle Pettyr!" She smiled and hugged her uncle. The air smelled nice, the grass was green and the windmill making corn in the sunny weather was amazing. Bethany was thrilled.
Wonder what a flower smells like? Bethany thought at took one from the ground. There were plenty of them out here in the fields.
"Mhmmm! Pettyr, Pettyr, come smell a flower!" She was amazed. She spend hours exploring the nature and Lord Pettyr would stand close nearby.
Then they went to see the vineyards and a small bit of the village, until the day had passed so quickly, that they had to go home before night would fall. This was one of many lovely days they would spend together.
At dinner they both shared their enjoyment of nature. Today was also a special day, as Lord Pettyr would age up to be an elder. "You can't stop time from moving", he wisely told to little Bethany and she listened carefully.
Lord Pettyr could feel the age pressing against him. Soon enough he would have to leave this world and join his beloved Marie Helene. But who would take care of little Bethany? He sighed deeply before they went to bed with many thoughts in mind.
The next day Lady Meredith announced her pregnancy. She had become with child and soon enough she would give birth to an heir to the fine resident and the Baelish family name. But what the household didn't know, was what lied beneath her. She had married the wealthy Lord Arryn and pretended to be perfectly well-behaved. But she hated his family, Bethany, the servants and everyone. Even her once loved Arryn.
She continued to pretend likeable and Arryn had no idea. They even hired a governess to take care of the upcoming baby and Bethany.
The new governess Louise, discovered some odd noises one night. She called everyone to come down, as she found ol' Lord Pettyr whom no longer could hide from his age.
Little Bethany was crushed as she stood in the fine clothes Pettyr always swore she would wear, and cried her eyes out while Grim Reaper came to claim the life of Pettyr.
She would mourn for months in their yard, where Lord Pettyr was buried. They had discovered Marie's remains had been stolen from the chapel, so nobles should be careful. He was now at rest at the Homestead.
It was soon due for Lady Meredith and her womb had grown even bigger than the months before. After Lord Pettyrs death, Arryn really needed support from Meredith but she had not been kind. She acted like nothing had happened and asked him to keep quiet at night with his constant mourning over the loss of his father. He have had enough, and so had she!
"I can no longer live with a deceiving woman, claiming to be something she is not! I thought you had a heart. As you bear my child I cannot get rid of you, but we cannot share the same chambers. I will leave and leave for good. I have joined the army and I intend to stay in combat from now on." Lord Arryn yelled.
"Fine." Was all Lady Meredith had to say. Even though she was devastated, this was not the worst thing that could happen. A normal noble man would have kicked her out to the countries, but not Arryn. He had compassion for the children and felt for the family as his father did.
Arryn packed his things that night.
Little did Bethany know that her half-brother would soon leave the resident. She continued playing at her noble chambers.
Arryn left the next morning. Meredith couldn't stop him, but soon realized that despite her now being on her own, she could control the resident as she wanted to. Arryn had left for the war for good and put his things into the Horse-wagon waiting for him to get on board and join the army.
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