[Petyr's always prided himself on a quiet presence. He doesn't outwardly rage like some uncouth lout. No, his anger always bubbles just under the surface. On the outside, he makes sure to paint the perfect picture of disarming calm. When Ros arrives at his suite, Petyr will be there, calmly seated on the couch by the coffee table, swirling a glass of scotch on the rocks in one hand like nothing's amiss.]
you're fine! i showed our robb and she loved what you wrote :)
Not much of a huntress, are you?