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Robert's death would either be the perfect opportunity for Petyr Baelish or the catalyst to his own downfall, although he never cared for him, his passing could spell tragedy for every single criminal in Las Vegas. The chaos would ripple through the streets, but Petyr thrived on chaos, it burns away even the largest of trees leaving space for new roots to climb upwards towards the nourishing sunlight. 

Having stayed up most of the night before looking over the Casino's profits, as well as his managing his own less 'legal' businesses, his blue eyes were slightly dark and sore with sleep deprivation. During this session of late night reading he glanced over the tremendous debt Robert left behind, he partied, drank and fucked his money away leaving Petyr to clean it all up, well [i]most[/i] of it was Robert's doing, the only thing Petyr had to do was make it look like nothing was amiss by borrowing large amounts of money from other banks. To someone who noticed what was happening, hypothetically speaking, it would appear to them that he was some frightened, inexperienced halfwit trying to ineffectively cover up someone else's mess, when he was in actuality carrying this out intentionally for some unknown purpose.

Inside the church he spied many prominent members of the local criminal citizenry, there was the grieving widow Cersei Lannister, crying her crocodile tears and holding her youngest son, too young to understand. Oh he knew how much Cersei loved her 'dear' husband, what kind of informant would he be if he hadn't? Though he had to admit it was rather convincing to say the least. Behind her were the notorious Boltons, Roose and his illegitimate son Ramsay, the former having just payed empty respects to Cersei, while his son stared at Robert's coffin like a wide-eyed toddler whose gaze was fixed at some brightly coloured and rather noisy object. Petyr watched him watch a corpse, he would've laughed at the absurdity of it, that is if Ramsay didn't make him extremely apprehensive, he had heard whispers of the disturbing things surrounding their persons, things that would make even himself shudder at the thought. 

Turning himself away from the perturbing young man, he glanced towards the Starks, stoney-faced and solemn. Petyr was surprised to see them here, considering Ned had given up the mob life some time ago and decided to work for the law rather than against it, it was clear to everyone that he was here to say his final farewells to an old friend. 
Petyr began to grow disinterested, sitting himself down at one of the pews he simply stared ahead and smirked, insignificant enough to not be noticed, but the thing about insignificant people is that no one takes them into account when everything goes wrong...