Petyr headed towards his chambers. He felt way too tense after the last hour, and it was time to relax. His servant, Jennelyn, was already waiting for him on the bed. It had taken him quite some effort to bring her into Casterly Rock. Handpicked from all the whores in Lannisport for her auburn hair and blue eyes. Although her hair was curly, and her eyes had a green tint, he could easily imagine Cat instead. Petyr slipped his hands under her loose gown and groped her supple breasts. Just as he loosened his belt, the door opened with a bang, and before turning around, something hard smashed into the back of his head, and he lost consciousness.