Speech in italics is meant to be Cherokee.

"Where the hell are you going?" (Y/n) asked Waya, as the young warrior climbed back onto his horse.

"I have business on the reserve, it is better that I stay there until you need me." Waya informed her, (Y/n) stopping and turning to face her friend as he readied himself to leave.

"Waya, we're partners, I already told the Sheriff that you would be staying here and that no one better hurt you." (Y/n) told him, as she placed her hand on his.

"Onacona, you know better than that, they have already made it clear that they don't want me here, so it is better that I go see my family. Even though your mother and my mother were sisters, you look more like the white man, and you were brought up here; go see your friends, and come and find me when you are ready, I am sure that mother and father would like to see you. " Waya said, as he learnt down and kissed (Y/n) on the forehead.

"You are a child of two worlds Onacona, but sometimes you have to choose one that is best for you, and at the moment you are better here." Waya told her, as he pulled a blade out from his saddle.

"Last time we were at the reserve, mother told me to give this to you when I thought the time was right, and I think the time is right. Grandfather gave it to your mother when she was young, and now it is yours." Waya explained, as he handed the startled (Y/n) the beautiful dagger.

"Grandfather always said that it was made of a special metal that came from the sky in a ball of fire, and that it was a blade that was created for a special child, you are that special child Onacona, and so it belongs to you sister. Now go get yourself a bath, you stink." Waya chuckled, as he turned his horse around, and headed out of town at a gallop.

(Y/n) watched as her friend and kin rode off, disappearing with all haste out of the township, people scurrying out of his way as he left, leaving (Y/n) on her own in the town that no longer looked anything like she remembered when she was growing up. Looking down at the dagger Waya had given her, she tucked it carefully in her saddle bags, as she took her horse over to the stables.

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With a heavy sigh, (Y/n) threw her bag over her shoulder and made her way over to Miss Ruth's cat house, the home of the best soiled doves in the territory.  As she got closer, (Y/n) couldn't help but see a huge banner draped across the front of the large wooden building declaring that the infamous house of ill repute was under new management, the information causing (Y/n) to furrow her brows in confusion, as she wondered what could have happened to the old madam to result in the new name of "Littlefingers" being painted expertly over the old name of the house.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) pushed through the doors, smiling as her eyes fell on the back of a man that she would know anywhere.

"Why is it that I have never seen you without a whore on your lap or a drink in your hand?" (Y/n) asked with a chuckle, the man in front of her turning around with a start, as he pushed the young woman off his lap and jumped up, taking (Y/n) into a tight embrace.

"That's cos ya ain't ever seen me in bed." Bronn declared, as he hugged (Y/n) tighter.

"No, and I aint ever likely to either." (Y/n) joked, as she finally extracted herself from her old friends grasp.

"Don't say that, ya know ya want ta, you and me would be good together." The older ex-gunslinger declared, as (Y/n) brushed some of his hair behind his ear.

"In your dreams Bronn." (Y/n) chuckled, as Bronn took her hand and kissed it gently.

"Oh we have (Y/n), more than once, and every time ya seemed to enjoy it." Bronn said with a wink as (Y/n) hit him on the arm.

"Stop it you old rogue, now why isn't Tyrion with you?" (Y/n) asked, as she looked up at the older man.

"He's at the tables, he's been playing poker fa 2 days straight, been fleecing tha chumps like an expert." Bronn informed her, as he offered her his arm and led her off to find Tyrion.

"I wouldn't play that card if I were you." (Y/n) whispered softly into the little man's ear, Tyrion almost spitting his whiskey all over the table as he turned around to find the smiling face of (Y/n).

"(Y/N)!" Tyrion shouted, as he jumped from his seat, (Y/n) laughing as he almost fell over from not moving from the card table for the last couple of days.

"How's my favourite little lion?" (Y/n) asked, as Tyrion smiled at the younger woman that was knelt in front of him.

"Much better for seeing my favourite little bounty hunter. Well gentlemen, I believe that I will allow you all to leave with some of your hard earned money; I have suddenly found something far more interesting to do." Tyrion said to the other men around the table, some of them breathing a sigh of relief, relieved that they might be able to return home with a few coins still in their pockets.

"Come (Y/n), you must be thirsty after your long journey, let me treat you to a drink." Tyrion said, as he took one arm, Bronn took the other, and the three went to find a secluded table.

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"So, where ya been?" Bronn asked, his eyes falling on the young woman that had just brought a bottle of whiskey and three glasses to the table, a slap on her backside from Bronn's hand causing her to giggle and scurry off.

"Well, if your actually interested......." (Y/n) said with a cough, as she drew the gunslinger's attention back to her.

"I've just come back from Winterfell, before that I was down in Dorne; but you know me, wherever there's a bad guy, I'll be there." (Y/n) told the pair, thanking Tyrion as poured her a drink.

"Oh yeah, we eard about Ramsay Bolton and the bastard's boys shooting up that stage, they definitely gonna hang this time." Bronn said, as he downed the shot of whiskey in one gulp, reaching out the glass for Tyrion to refill.

"Ok, now I have a question, what happened here? Why ain't this place called Miss Ruth's anymore, and what's this "under new management" stuff?" (Y/n) asked, as she looked around the gaudily furnished cat house, the heavy dark red velvet curtains hanging over the doors, and highly patterned wallpaper.

"Our dear Miss Ruth got an offer she couldn't refuse, last thing we heard she had moved back east. The new owner is a man called Baelish, Petyr Baelish, but most people call him Littlefingers because he comes from this little peninsula somewhere called the Fingers." Tyrion told her, as she took another look at the new decor.

"Well, he's certainly put his stamp on the place, can't say I like it though." (Y/n) said, as she noticed a man on the balcony above them out of the corner of her eye, make his way down the long staircase to where she, Tyrion and Bronn all sat.

"I don't suppose that I'll be able to get a room here then, Miss Ruth always had a room for me when I came back, but I suppose that this Baelish won't be quite so accommodating." (Y/n) sighed, looking at Tyrion who had a smirk on his face.

"Oh I don't know about that......what do you say Baelish, would you possibly be able to accommodate our dear friend here?" Tyrion asked the man that had come up behind her, (Y/n) turning to see the man that had been on his balcony.

Petyr had been watching the woman from the first moment she had entered the premises, he had never seen her before, and he had made it his business to know everyone in town, so when Bronn and Tyrion had made such a fuss when they had seen her, he couldn't help but be intrigued, and the fact that she was darkly beautiful, had also helped to hold his gaze.

"Miss Ruth always had a room waiting for (Y/n) when she came back to town, and I was hoping that you would be gracious enough to continue that arrangement." Tyrion asked, keeping his eyes on the whoremonger as he took (Y/n) hand and kissed it softly, his dark orbs looking up through his lashes into her deep green eyes.

"I would be delighted to have the lady stay here; such a beauteous creature would certainly brighten my humble premises." Petyr cooed softly as he continued to look into her eyes.

"I will of course be paying." Tyrion said, as he pulled out a large roll of bills from his back pocket.

"Don't be silly. I got paid handsomely by the Stark's, and when the judge coughs up my cash, I won't have to worry about money for a while." (Y/n) protested, Tyrion raising his hands in defeat as he placed his money back in his pocket.

Petyr's eyes glinted with recognition, he had heard that the Lannister's were bringing a bounty hunter to town to take care of the Walker gang scourge, and obviously the young woman in front of him was the very bounty hunter that they had been speaking of; but her appearance was definitely not something he had expected.

"Why would my father be giving you money?" Tyrion asked, chuckling slightly as Bronn pulled (Y/n)'s hand from Baelish's, glaring at the whoremonger as he took a seat at the table next to (Y/n).

"I told Jaime that if he wants me to get my ass shot at then I wanted money up front. It's supposed to be coming from the mayor, but everyone knows that he owes your family that much money, that it's the judge that really controls the purse strings of Kings Landing." (Y/n) explained, moving slightly closer to Bronn, as Petyr moved slightly closer to her.

"I would be more than delighted to supply this lovely young woman with anything her heart desires." Petyr said softly, once again taking (Y/n)'s hand and kissing it, much to Bronn's annoyance.

"A soft bed, a warm meal and a hot bath would be all I need Mister Baelish, especially the hot bath; I didn't get much chance to bathe before." (Y/n) said apologetically, chuckling softly as suddenly remember that ever Waya said she need a bath.

"I will get one of my ladies to make you up a clean room, and I shall make sure that I have a tub placed in there so that you can bathe; but for now, may I offer you a bottle of our finest champagne, consider it as a welcome home from me; and please, call me Petyr." Petyr hummed, indicating for a young man to come over that already had a bottle and three glasses balanced on a tray.

"Now if you will excuse me, I have some business to attend to; but I hope that while you are back in our fair town, you and I will be able to get to know one another better, (Y/n)." Petyr said, giving a slight bow as he slowly got up from the table, and made his way back into the main part of the house.

"Well (Y/n), I've never know Baelish hand out his best French champagne before, but I ain't looking a gift horse in tha mouth." Bronn said, happily taking the glass that the young boy had just handed him.

"I'd watch yourself (Y/n), it would appear that our new proprietor has got his eye on you." Tyrion told her, raising his glass in a toast as the three friends talked into the night.