"My father is a man of peace. He wants little more than to see the Seven Kingdoms happy once again."

This, she knew, was a lie. She thought many fine things of Petyr Baelish, but she knew he wasn't a proponent of peace. He liked the advantages gained by playing peaceful, and he knew how to make it appear as though he took a higher road. But he had arranged regicide with such cold ease. And he lied like he was born to it.

"I suppose a blacksmith would not welcome peace."