There were shrill voices in the banquet hall. People danced and swung to the rhythm of the musicians. A plethora of food covered each table. There was scarcely enough room for everyone. It was a celebration of Catelyn Tully's betrothal and Petyr dodged several people to not be trampled on.

However, it pleased him that it was only the Tully House. He had trained long hours every day and night. Often when he finally laid his head down, his hands were blistered and bloody.

Everyone danced in the center floor where the servants had hastily pushed away the large dining table. Catelyn sat to the side, eating the roasted pig.

"Cat, I don't believe I ever told you congratulations. The Starks are a prominent House." Petyr remarked, approaching her.

"Dance with me Petyr." Catelyn stood up and took his hand, dragging him towards the dancing couples. Confused, Petyr swung her around, laughing with the others. Was this all a hallucination?

And yet, this hallucination repeated five more times that night. Sweat beaded from their foreheads as they retreated to the side of the room.

"You are a talented dancer, Cat." Petyr said, taking deep breaths.

"Likewise, Petyr." Catelyn laughed. He leaned towards her, their sweaty faces only inches apart.

"Petyr, I'm going to be betrothed to Brandon Stark." She frowned, her hands on his shoulders.

"I know." Petyr whispered in response. She was right there. It had to be unreal.

"Petyr," Catelyn pushed him away. "I'm going to be betrothed to Brandon Stark." She repeated her previous statement, this time with a stern tone and turned towarss her table, leaving him confused and frustrated.

Despite Brynden Tully's warning, he took a long drink from his cup and asked for it to be refilled multiple times.

That night, Petyr didn't remember Brynden Tully carrying him to his bed. He didn't hear the door creek open. He didn't remember the feeling of someone kissing him or loving him.

It had to be Cat. Did she feel guilty for rejecting him?

Unaware of how to respond, he loved them back. It was surreal. It had to be a hallucination. But he would never remember it was not the love of his life, but her sister.