Ned and Robert sat in the king's rooms, the pair sitting quietly in front of a roaring fire as they peered down into the glasses of wine in their hands. Today was a special, yet sad day. And it had been many moons since the two old friends had spent it together. Ever since (Y/n) had been taken from the world, it had become one of the most haunting, and sombre days of the year. It would have been (Y/n)'s name day, a day that in years passed had meant celebrations. A day that had meant joy and happiness, yet now, especially for Robert, meant a day that more than ever he would drink himself into a stupor.

Ned and Robert had spent the whole day together, the pair silently contemplating what their lives could have been if (Y/n) was still with them.

"What do you think she would have thought?" Robert suddenly asked, breaking the heavy silence that had surrounded the two, all day.

Robert had always blamed himself for his sister's death. Always felt the weight of guilt for allowing Aerys Targaryen to take Ned's wife and child from him. And now, as he stared up at (Y/n)'s portrait that took pride of place high above the mantle of the fire, he couldn't help but wonder what she would have thought about everything.

"She would have hated Cersei." Ned chuckled softly, as he too turned to look upon the image of his long dead first wife.

"That's true." Robert replied, chuckling himself. Both men knowing that (Y/n) never suffered fools gladly, and would have taken great delight in telling the lioness exactly what she thought of her.

"She would have scolded me for what I've become." Robert continued sadly, having a rare moment of self-realisation, knowing that (Y/n) would have chastised him for his drinking, whoring, and all his other excesses.

"It would have been out of love though." Ned tried to assure his old friend. Knowing that no matter what, no matter how much she would lecture him for what Robert had done. (Y/n) would have still thought the world of her older sibling.

"Yes. She was always more than I deserved." Robert replied. As he remembered back to his youth, and how even as a little girl, (Y/n) had always cared for him when he needed it the most.

"She would have loved Catelyn and your children. She would have been happy that you're happy." Robert continued, smiling over at his Hand, as Ned slowly took a drink of the wine from his glass.

"Do ya think that our child lived? (Y/n)'s time was close." Ned asked. His trembling voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't torture yourself, Ned. Though I will admit that I wish that they were both still with us. I doubt that Aerys would have let your child live." Robert told him, as both men's eyes continued to peer at the almost perfect lifelike portrait.

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She looked up at the Red Keep. A subtle smile gracing her lips as she contemplated what sneaking into the great castle and stealing from right under the noses of the Lannisters and Baratheons would mean to her already infamous reputation. She was known by all as The Wraith, a skilled thief and spy that was able to break into even the most impregnable places, without being seen or heard by a living soul.

Stealing had been her life for as long as she could remember. The Wraith knew nothing of her past, nothing of her origins apart from her name. She had been called (Y/n), told by the old woman that had cared for her in her very formative years, that she was named for her mother. But other than that, (Y/n) knew nothing, nor cared nothing.

She had brought herself up from the gutters of the Free Cities. Fighting tooth and nail for everything she had. She had fought for food, for water, for gold, and even her own life. But most of all she had fought for her reputation. A reputation that may seem dubious to many others, but to (Y/n), it was everything.

Many had used her skills to their advantage over the years, knowing that she had the ability to acquire information that others could only dream of. And this fact had made her feared by some who would do all they could to ensure that they were not the next victims of the seemingly almost invisible, and undetectable Wraith.

Casually she walked down the Street of Silk, ignoring the calls of the drunk men as she entered the brothel. A few of the patrons nodding respectfully in her direction as she took a seat at one of the tables and ordered a drink.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of having the Wraith come to my humble establishment?" Baelish asked as he loomed over (Y/n). The Master of Coin intrigued as to why the gifted thief was in Kings Landing.

Petyr was well acquainted with the woman before him, he had used her services before, and paid handsomely for the information that she had been able to provide. But he knew too that he had also been a victim of the silent thief, not that he could ever truly prove it. And he was hoping that her presence in the brothel did not mean that one of his many rivals, particularly Varys, had once again bought her skills.

"Don't worry Baelish, I'm not here for you. I'm here for myself. I have something I want to do. Something that no one has been able to do before." (Y/n) replied quietly, as she took a sip of the wine that the young woman had just placed before her. Petyr taking a seat next to her as he furrowed his brows at her comment.

"And what would that be?" Petyr enquired, as the Wraith gave him a soft smile.

"Now, do I go around asking you about your business? Did I enquire as to why you sent me on that last little job of yours? No. But if you really must know. If you really feel an overwhelming desire to be privy to my world, I have one word for you, whoremonger. Oathkeeper." (Y/n) told him, as she leaned over the table, so that their faces were only a hairs breath apart. A chuckle escaping her lips as Petyr tilted back and stared at her in disbelief.

"Have you lost your mind?" Petyr hissed, looking around the other patrons to make sure that none of them had heard their ongoing conversation.

"I have no doubt that you can get into the Red Keep. But to think that you can take Jaime Lannister's sword and just get away with it, is just lunacy." Petyr continued, fearing that if somehow, she was caught, their business dealings might come to light.

"Bah! The Lannisters and the Baratheons don't scare me. Not the Kingslayer, not the imp, or that whore Cersie. Not even the old lion himself, or that bloated sack of wine that calls himself a king concern me. You forget one thing Baelish. Catching me is like trying to catch the wind. Impossible. And I will eventually return the weapon, as long as the Lannisters pay the price." (Y/n) chuckled, watching as the Master of Coin shifted in his seat, not sure whether he should inform those at the Red Keep that she was coming, or just simply let her do what she was there to do.

"Don't worry Petyr. If by some strange quirk of fate, I get caught, our dealings will remain secret. Well, they will remain secret until I need to divulge them, of course. For just like you, I know that it pays to have power over influential people. And having information about your nefarious activities could be the one thing I have to get me out of losing my head. But I want the kudos that will come with being known as the only thief that could scale the sheer Keep. The only thief that dared steal from a lion. And nothing, not you, or anyone else is going to take that from me. And if you are thinking of informing anyone about my intentions, just remember what I know." (Y/n) informed Petyr, as she stared deep into the mockingbird's eyes.

"Now, if you don't mind. I have some planning to do." (Y/n) told Petyr, as she turned her attention to a scrap of paper that she had just pulled form her pocket. The whoremonger reluctantly standing from his chair and leaving the criminal to her thoughts.