Especially for TrashMonarch, emwinter22, alwoods8574 and Janqx_. Here is part 3, and I hope that everyone enjoys. 😄

Tyrion was frantic with worry. He had not seen (Y/n) in days, and neither he nor Bronn, nor Sandor could find her anywhere. The details of the attack on the young doe were well known by now. Especially as Joffrey was gloating about it every chance he got.

"She should feel honoured that Trant would even contemplate touching a cheap whore like her. Personally, I can't see what he sees in such a creature as (Y/n). And she deserves everything she gets." Joffrey had scoffed upon hearing about what the Kingsguard had tried to do to his older sister. Laughing at the idea of what had been done.

The little lion had confronted his sister, knowing full well that despite Trant's reputation, the attack on (Y/n) was undertaken at the orders of the queen. But when asked why she had allowed it; Cersei had done nothing more than smile and shrug before walking out of the room.

Tyrion could never understand why his sister hated her oldest child so much yet doted on the others. Joffrey was a sniveling, sadistic coward, who had less brains in his head than (Y/n) had in her little finger. (Y/n) was kind, courteous, loyal and loving, all traits which most mothers would be proud of in a child, but to Cersei, all these characteristics that would make (Y/n) a perfect queen, simply seemed to anger her more.

Tyrion had even gone to see Robert, only to find himself shocked and dismayed that the king didn't even know that his daughter was missing, and was in fact too drunk to care, or have the desire to do anything about it.

A sudden knock at his chamber door brought Tyrion back from his thoughts. He was expecting Bronn or Sandor with news of his niece but was surprised instead to see Jaime poke his head around the door.

"Have you found her yet?" Jaime asked, as he entered the room.

"Not yet. But why do you care? You have no more love for (Y/n) than her mother does." Tyrion scoffed, crossing his arms and glaring at his brother.

Tyrion cared for Jaime. He was the only one in the family that treated him like he was a real man and did not blame him for the death of their mother. But how he seemed to treat (Y/n) was as bad as how everyone else treated him, and Tyrion couldn't understand why Jaime seemed to have such contempt for an innocent young woman.

Jaime took a seat across from Tyrion. He couldn't help but feel guilty for how he had to treat (Y/n), but if he was to keep the peace with Cersei, it was the only thing he could do. He cared for (Y/n) a great deal, and in the past, he had stepped in when Cersei had been drunk and threatened to have (Y/n) killed. He had left gifts in her room in hopes that he could make the young woman's life a little more bearable. But in truth, he knew that he was the only other person to know why their sister hated her oldest child. (Y/n) was the only one of the children that was not the product of the twin's incestuous relationship and was therefore the only one that had a true claim to the Iron Throne. That, and the fact that (Y/n) was not only exquisite in looks but also kind of soul, made the bitter Cersei hate (Y/n) with every fiber of her being.

"No matter what you may think, Tyrion, I do care for our niece. She is the best of all of us, and if I had known what Cersei had planned, I would have stepped in. I..........I have heard a rumour. One of the bannermen saw (Y/n) run from the Keep and head into the city the night of the attack." Jaime began, as Tyrion's anger against him suddenly turned to hope of finding his niece.

"But (Y/n) doesn't know the city. She has never left the Keep." Tyrion mussed as he took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"That is true. (Y/n) knows very little of Kings Landing, but the three men that she has spent most of her life with, certainly do know the city. And know one particular area very well. Tell me, if (Y/n) couldn't find you in the Keep, where would she go, where would she think that you may be?" Jaime asked, a small smile creeping onto his lips as the realisation of (Y/n) possible whereabouts suddenly hit Tyrion.

"You don't really think that she would go there do you?" Tyrion thought out loud, as he jumped to his feet.

"(Y/n) is no fool. She has listened to you all go on about your antics in the brothels for so long, that for me, it would seem like a natural place for her to try and find you. And let me ask you another thing, brother. When was the last time you saw Baelish? He should have been present at the small council this morning, but no one has seen him since the night of the storm. I have also been informed that the Master of Coin seems to have taken it upon himself to protect (Y/n) from her mother's wrath recently." Jaime finished, watching as Tyrion began to pull on his shoes.

Tyrion could hit himself for being so blind, so slow. But he had been too worried to notice that Baelish had not been around the Red Keep over the last few days. And now that Jaime had pointed it out, it seemed obvious that if (Y/n) had made her way to the Street of Silk to try and locate him and had not found him, the one she may have turned to would be the whoremonger himself.

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(Y/n) smiled softly as she lay in the bed, her head resting on the naked chest of Petyr. The gentle beating of his heart making her feel safe and loved. She could truthfully say that she had never been as happy as she had been over the last few days, that she never wanted this to end. And she had no intention of ever leaving.

Petyr had shown her what it was to be loved. He had been so gentle yet so passionate, and she in return had done the same for him. He had told her time and time again that he loved her. Told her that he would never again let any harm come to her. Told her that she was his, and he was hers. And despite everything she knew of Petyr, she had actually believed every word that he had said.

"Do you wish to leave the bed today, my love?" Petyr chuckled, as he placed his finger underneath (Y/n)'s chin, and gently raised her head so that he could look into her eyes.

"Not unless you want to. I am far too happy here to ever want to leave. Plus, there are so many more things that you said you would show me." (Y/n) giggled, as Petyr combed his fingers through her long dark hair.

Petyr couldn't pretend that he didn't like the situation. He felt like a young man again. (Y/n)'s love made him feel strong and brave, made him feel like anything was possible. And it was a feeling that he didn't want to lose.

He had tried not to that night. He had tried to merely comfort (Y/n) when she had been in his room. But as he placed her on the bed, her thin nightgown sticking to her skin, he had not been able to deny himself any longer.

To begin with it had been a simple kiss, a kiss meant to make (Y/n) feel as though she was not alone. But as he felt her almost naked body pressed up against his, he had not been able to contain himself, his hands beginning to explore every part of (Y/n)'s form as he slowly pushed her down into the mattress.

Within moments they were both naked and he was inside her, the feel of her flesh more perfect than anything that he had ever known. The sounds of her moans, and the cries of his name had made him feel wanted, needed, desired. They were feelings that he had never really known before, and they were feelings that he knew that he never wanted to have denied him again.

From that night, the two had almost not left his bed. The pair spending all their time exploring each other's bodies and making love at every opportunity. He knew that he had neglected his duties, but at this moment, (Y/n) was his greatest duty, and was all that mattered.

"So, my lord. Do you have something to show me?" (Y/n) asked, as she slowly moved so that she was sat over him. Her hands resting on his chest as she smiled down at him.

"Oh, my dear (Y/n). I think that I can come up with one or two things." Petyr chuckled, as he moved quickly. Turning so that he could pin (Y/n) down to the bed as he pushed himself between her legs.

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The front door of the brothel flew open. The doorway filled with three figures who were all scanning those present in the establishment.

"Where's Baelish?" Sandor growled as he walked up to a woman that had just jumped from the lap of her customer.

"He........he ain't here. So why don't you three just come and wait for him? I'm sure that me and the girls could keep ya entertained." The woman said hesitantly, knowing full well that she had just lied to the Hound.

"You have no reason to lie for him. I know that Lord Baelish is here. We merely need to speak with him. I need to discuss the whereabouts of my niece." Tyrion interrupted, trying to remain as calm as he could.

Before the woman could reply, a scream came from the upper floor of the brothel, a scream that caused Tyrion, Bronn, and Sandor to race up the stairs. The two bigger men breaking down the door to the room that seemed to house the sound.

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(Y/n) squealed as Bronn and Sandor broke down the door and entered the room. Petyr doing the best he could to conceal her naked form. They had been to busy to hear the commotion downstairs, too busy in the throws of passion to hear the thunder of boots as they had ran up the stairs. But now as the three angry men glared at Petyr, they most certainly had the lover's full attention.

Sandor barreled towards the bed and dragged Petyr's naked form from under the covers.

"I should kill ya. You took advantage of er didn't ya?" Sandor growled, his grip around Petyr's throat getting tighter.

"Sandor. Let him go. Let my husband go!" (Y/n) screamed out, as she jumped from the bed, draped only in a sheet. Hitting Sandor on the arm until he dropped a gasping Petyr to the floor.

"Husband?" All three men asked in disbelief, as (Y/n) knelt next to Petyr, carefully examining his throat.

"Yes. Husband. We married yesterday. Petyr paid a Septon to come here and marry us. I am now Lady (Y/n) Baelish, and I have no intention of leaving my husband's side." (Y/n) announced to the three stunned men, as she stood and took her uncle's hand.

"I love you all more than you will ever know, but I can't return to the Keep. My mother wanted me married off and away from the others, and now she has her wish. But I have married a man that I love, not one that will further grandfather's power and influence. So, from now, I will stay here, or go wherever Petyr decides to go." (Y/n) explained as she leant down and kissed Tyrion on the cheek.

"But you have no idea what this could do. What this could mean." Tyrion told her, gripping (Y/n)'s hands tightly.

"Whatever it means, we will face it together." Petyr declared hoarsely, as he rose to his feet and pulled (Y/n) to his side.

"Let the Lannister's do their worst, Uncle. I am ready for anything. Now, if you will excuse us, my husband and I were just in the middle of something, and I for one would very much like to finish what we started." (Y/n) said, gently pushing the three men from the room and locking the door behind them.

"This ain't gonna end well is it?" Bronn asked, as he Tyrion, and Sandor made their way down the stairs.

"(Y/n) is happy. So no. I can't imagine that it will. Cersei won't like it at all." Tyrion chuckled, knowing full well that no matter what the rest of the family may think, (Y/n) would never let them win.