(Y/n) sat in the large fancy enamel bath that was positioned in the middle of the room that Baelish had had made up for her, the hot water calming and caressing her muscles. She had left Bronn and Tyrion to their drinking and talking some time ago, her body telling her that whiskey was the last thing she needed and that a bath and bed would be preferable.

(Y/n) took a handful of the hot water and let it slowly spill down her shoulder. She wasn't used to washing in something so fancy, normally a bath meant finding the nearest stream or river and cleaning herself as quickly as she could while Waya made sure that no one was around, so to now be sat in an elaborate tub, with hot water was a luxury she was not used to.

A tentative knock at the door alerted (Y/n) to the fact that the young woman that Baelish had told to take care of her during her stay, had returned with a fresh jug of hot water.

"Come in." (Y/n) called out, the girl slowly making her way into the room, struggling with the large heavy jug.

"Miss, Mister Baelish told me to ask if you needed anything else?" The girl asked, as she poured the hot water into the tub.

"No, I'm fine, thank you for helping me." (Y/n) said with a sigh, as she closed her eyes and sunk deeper into the water, not noticing that the girl had left the room with her clothes tucked under her arm.

As much as (Y/n) liked being back in Kings Landing and having the opportunity to see Bronn and Tyrion again, she had always preferred being out on the plains, watching as the wild ponies and buffalo grazed peacefully, the noise of the herds lulling her to sleep as she lay next to the fire with Waya close by. Despite having grown up in the town, in her soul (Y/n) was more Cherokee than white man, and she would visit the reservation whenever she got chance, often running away from her father when she was younger so that she could be with her mother's people, racing barefoot through the long grass with the other children, or learning to fish and shoot a bow with Waya's father. But with her father's murder, she had had to dispense with such childish things, and had become old before her time, the responsibility of finding her father's murderer weighing heavily on her young shoulders.

The rest of the townsfolk had been amazed when she had brought old man Walker into town for trial, at the time she had been barely considered a woman rather than a girl, but she had used every trick and skill she had learnt from her father and her mother's family to her advantage, her abilities ensuring that the hardened man had been taken by surprise, resulting in him being dragged gagged and bound behind her horse into Kings Landing.

(Y/n) could remember the day that the noose had been placed around Pa Walker's neck, she could remember the moment the trap door had opened and the old man dropped to his death, a sense of satisfaction filling her soul as she knew that finally her father could rest in peace now that he had been avenged.

When she told her friends that she was leaving the town, that she was going to venture into the wilds and hunt down other men that had done wrong, they had tried to talk her out of it, insisting that even if she wouldn't take the position of sheriff, she should stay to become one of Jaime's deputies; but despite all the people she loved and cared for in Kings Landing, now that her father was gone, there was nothing to tie her to the town.

"SANDOR!" (Y/n) suddenly shouted out, her eyes flying open as she remembered that she had not yet seen the big man, knowing full well that he would be gruff with her for him not being the first one she had gone to see.

Sandor had been a friend of her father, and even though he was younger than (Y/n)'s pa, he and Sandor had formed a friendship, the Sheriff taking the wayward man with the scared face and an itchy trigger under his wing.

Sandor had become like (Y/n) big brother, and had insisted that he should go with her when she went to hunt her father's killer; but (Y/n) had refused, telling the big man that she had lost one important man in her life and didn't want to lose another, and despite his shouting, grumbling and groaning, he had eventually, and reluctantly let (Y/n) do what she needed to do.

(Y/n) had been concerned when she found out the Sandor had taken the job of guarding the Baratheon family; it wasn't that she didn't like Robert, the mayor had a pleasant enough way about him when he was sober, which (Y/n) had to admit wasn't very often, it was more Cersei and her children that (Y/n) didn't like, and the fact that the self-proclaimed queen of Kings Landing would always refer to her as a half breed, just meant that (Y/n) detested her all the more, and she knew that Sandor was worth more than just being a hound at the beck and call of a spoilt bitch and her vile offspring.

Jumping out of the bath, (Y/n) looked around desperately trying to find her clothes, it didn't matter that the hour was late, she knew that Sandor didn't sleep much and if she called on him now, he might eventually forgive her for having seen Tyrion and Bronn before him.

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Petyr sat in his office going over the daily accounts of the brothel; since he had left Tyrion, Bronn and (Y/n), he had made it his busines to find out all he could about the beautiful bounty hunter, and now that he knew who, and what she was, and how she had a long standing friendship with many of the most important men in town, he found himself more than intrigued.

"Why are you so interested in the little half breed, she never was anything but trouble; I remember when she was younger, always running off to the reserve doing god knows what with those other Indians." Ros hissed disdainfully, as sat across the desk from her new boss.

"If I didn't know better, I would say that you were jealous." Petyr softly chuckled, as he looked over at the soiled dove.

"Jealous? Me? Of her! Why would I be jealous of that?" Ros growled angrily, as she crossed her arms defiantly and leaned back in the chair.

"Well, from what I have seen, not only is this (Y/n) exquisitely beautiful, it is also more than obvious that given her ability to capture and bring in these most dangerous of men, that she is highly intelligent, incredibly skilled, and exceptionally deadly. There is also the fact that she has relationships with not only the youngest Lannister and his bodyguard, but also our good Sheriff, as well as Judge Tywin and Mayor Baratheon who were both close friends of her father. Sandor Clegane was one of her father's deputies and is basically like her big brother, Doctor Pycelle was the man that brought her into this world and has been her friend ever since he can remember, and Varys is her godfather. Need I go on?" Petyr hummed, shaking his head as Ros stormed out of the office.

"Sir. I did what you asked sir." A young woman said quietly, as she hesitantly walked into the office, the bundle of (Y/n) clothes grasped in her hands.

"Well done Liya, I want you to take those down to the Chinese laundry, tell them to come to me for the money when they are clean. Go now." Petry ordered, the girl scurrying off as to fulfill his latest command.

Petyr got to his feet, his fingers brushing softly over the gown that he had purchased not long before from the finest store in town; it wasn't the best he had hoped for, but given the fact that he had only just met the woman it was intended to clothe a few hours before, he had not had time to send off to one of the large stores that were growing up in the big cities back east.

(Y/n) had intrigued him more than he could ever believe, he had only felt this way about one other woman, and he had lost her to a man called Eddard Stark who was the head of the family that ran the town of Winterfell further up north near the mountains and snow, so now he was determined to do all he could to keep this new woman in his life.

Carefully he picked up the dress, placing it delicately over his forearm as he made his way out of his office and up to the room where the object of his affection was currently naked, and bathing in hot water, a soft smile gracing his lips as he made his way up the stairs.

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(Y/n) looked frantically around the room, pulling a clean white sheet from the bed to cover her nakedness as she desperately looked for her clothes.

"Come in." (Y/n) called out, as a soft knock sounded on the door, not noticing as a man walked in rather than the young woman she expected.

"Can I help you find something?" A smooth voice enquired, causing (Y/n) to spin on her heels and come face to face with Petyr, the brothel keepers' eyes looking her up and down as he imagined what beauty could lie beneath the crisp white sheet.

"I er......... I was looking for my clothes, I could have sworn that I put them on the chair, but I can't find them anywhere, and if I don't go and see Sandor tonight, he will only pout at me for the next few days." (Y/n) said hesitantly, gripping the sheet that was wrapped around her body, tighter.

"My apologises, I asked Liya to take them down to the laundry for you, they were so dirty, and I couldn't have a guest in my house dressed in dirty clothing." Petyr cooed softly, walking further into the room and closing the door behind him.

"I hope to make up for taking your clothes by giving you this." Petyr said, placing the dress over the back of the large chair in front of him.

"I think that it would look preferable to that brown suede that you were wearing before." Petyr told (Y/n), smiling as she moved over to the chair, her hand softly holding the material.

"I know the kind of woman that you usually deal with Mister Baelish, but I can assure you that I am not one of those, and I have never worn anything like this in my life, I wouldn't even know how to put the thing on; and if I went to see Sandor dressed in that, he would laugh me out of town. It is very kind of you to have my clothing laundered, but unless you can furnish me with a pair of pants and a shirt, I will leave it to you to explain the a very large gruff man why I couldn't get to him." (Y/n) said, dragging a blanket from the bed and throwing it around her bare shoulders.

Petyr wasn't used to being turned down or denied, and the woman in front of him had just done both so nicely, while still insulting him, that he found himself all the more interested in the bounty hunter.

"As you wish. I will go and retrieve some of my own clothes, hopefully they will be more fitting. But no matter what you wear (Y/n), I don't think that it will ever look as beautiful as that white sheet does right now." Petyr hummed, smiling as he watched her cheeks begin to glow a delightful shade of scarlet.

"I will bring them for you now." Petyr said, carefully picking up the dress before seeming to effortlessly glide out the room.

As he closed the door, he leant against the wall, this woman was definitely not like any other he had met before, and it would certainly be a challenge to get her eye to fall on him, but it was a challenge he was up for.