Petyr looked at the lioness as she continued to warm herself in the afternoon sun. As always, she was a vision. The light of the great celestial orb seeming to make her glow. Many would describe the twins as beautiful, handsome. But (Y/n) was beyond that. Beyond merely beautiful. There were many beautiful women in Kings Landing. Many that could turn a man's head. Yet (Y/n), well (Y/n)'s exquisite features could make a man fall to his knees and beg for her to love him. Beg for her even to look his way.

As she had asked, he had been telling her about life in the capital. Little snippets of his world. Of those that existed beyond the walls of the great castle. That along with the magnificent Sept, loomed over all those that called Kings Landing home. Though now, now he decided that it was once again time to try and bring up the subject of the two of them being together.

"One day you should let me show you Kings Landing, (Y/n). The real King Landing. The more....... private parts of Kings Landing." Petyr cooed, as he took (Y/n)'s hand and squeezed it slightly.

"If you are offering to show me your apartments at one of your brothels, Petyr. I am afraid that I will have to decline. Although I do have to give you kudos for your persistence." (Y/n) chuckled, as she once again looked at the Master of Coin. Her free hand reaching up and gently caressing his cheek.

In another world, (Y/n) would more than happily take Baelish to her bed. It was true what she had told him. She did find him quite attractive, and he did have a wonderfully appealing wicked streak that fascinated her a great deal. But in this world, she knew that whatever sweet words that Petyr may say. Or whatever loving gestures he may make towards her, they were all done for one reason. Power and wealth. And that he would do, say and use, anyone or anything to achieve his desires. And even though others around her may be blind to what he did. Ignorant to the fact that he was using them. She was not.

"You may sometimes think that I am naïve to what happens beyond the walls of the Red Keep. You may think that I am my father's golden bird, caged in an ivory tower. But I can assure you, Petyr, that I know just as much about the world outside as you do. I may look, dress, and sound like a lady. But underneath all the finery, I am a lion. A lion that is more dangerous than all the others put together. A lion that you would be very, very foolish to underestimate." (Y/n) whispered into Petyr's ear, before she kissed the side of his lips.

"And there is also the fact that if my father found out that I allowed you take me into one of your brothels, I can only imagine what he would do. I am, after all, not my brother. Tyrion might not mind paying for affection. But I certainly don't have to." (Y/n) hummed, as Petyr slipped his arm around her waist, and pull her closer.

"You should be careful about who you tease, my lady. Another man may take what he wants by force. May tear the clothes from your body and do to you all the things that he has dreamed of doing. Living out all his darkest, most depraved desires." Petyr growled, as his lips ghosted over (Y/n)'s. The whoremonger's eyes widening as he felt the lioness' fingers slowly creep up his thigh.

"Is that right, Lord Baelish? Well, all I can say is that I would like him to try. I have picked up a few things from Jaime and my father as far as handling weapons are concerned. And we wouldn't want said man to be cut off in his prime, would we?" (Y/n) chuckled, as lay her hand firmly over the growing bulge in Petyr's breeches. The Master of Coins moaning as he felt her touch.

"Though I have never been averse to a little........roughness. Shall we say." (Y/n) continued. Petyr not failing to notice the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Lady (Y/n). Lord Baelish. Such a glorious day is it not?" Varys asked, as he came up to the pair. Petyr growling under his breath as his nemesis' interrupted what was transpiring between (Y/n) and himself.

"Ah, Lord Varys. Such timely intervention as always. I swear to the gods that you must be able to read our dear Master of Coins mind. For every time things begin to just get a little interesting between the two of us, you manage to appear and dampen my dearest Petyr's ardour." (Y/n) chuckled as she gave the Master of Whispers a respectful nod.

"Can we help you?" Petyr enquired through gritted teeth. Angry that once again his rival had come to foil his plans. And his desires.

It was the first time that (Y/n) had been quite so intimate with him. He had tried to hold her before. To kiss her before. But someone had always been in the way or had taken her from him. So, to actually have her in his arm. To actually have the opportunity to kiss her, and have her touch him, was something that he had been enjoying. Yet once again, the opportunity to have what he craved, had been taken from him.

"Nothing really. I had just come to take in the pleasant breeze of the afternoon. And wondered if Lady (Y/n) would care to join me for a walk." Varys replied. Watching as (Y/n) tried to hold back her laughter. The lioness as aware as Petyr was to the Master of Whispers true motivations.

(Y/n) was not blind to the rivalry between Petyr and Varys. And she found their little game quite amusing. She could imagine the two men as squabbling children, fighting over the same toy. Each one of them doing all they could to be the one that could wrestle the prize from the others grasp. Yet even more amusing to the lioness was the fact that both of them believed that they were the best at the great game. That they were the ones that manoeuvred the pieces for their own benefit. And that they were that only ones to be doing that. Yet (Y/n) knew better.

"I actually believe that I have had enough sun for one day. I have things that I must do. Books do not read themselves. But I would like it if you could escort me back to my rooms, Lord Vary." (Y/n) replied as she got to her feet, before turning and kissing Petyr softly on his cheek.

"Better luck next time, Petyr" (Y/n) whispered into the whoremonger's ear, turning back to Varys and taking the arm that he was offering. The pair returning into the castle, leaving a disgruntled Petyr behind.

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"You appeared to have been enjoying your time with Lord Baelish." Vary stated, as he and (Y/n) walked through the corridors.

"I always enjoy my time with Petyr. I find his presence quite........quite stimulating in certain ways. He is always a mine of interesting information." (Y/n) replied. Knowing full well where this conversation was going.

"If you do not mind me asking, my lady. What were you two discussing?" Varys hesitantly enquired. The Master of Whispers not failing to notice the subtle smile that had come to the lioness' lips.

"What Petyr always wants to discuss. Marriage of course. Or his latest attempt to try and persuade me to lift my skirts for him. I confess that I find his continued endeavours in that area quite a compliment. Though I am not foolish enough to believe a single word that comes from that silver tongued snakes' lips." (Y/n) assured, as the pair continued on their way.

Varys couldn't help but smile to himself. Amused that the lioness seemed to take such delight in actually undermining all of Baelish' attempts at trying to use her. Happy that she was not blind to the whoremonger's tricks. The Master of Whispers knew that (Y/n) was quite a powerful player. Even thought Cersei was the queen and classed herself as the Lady of Casterly Rock. (Y/n) would always be the more superior of the two lionesses. She had all the best qualities of her siblings and father yet appeared to have none of their faults. And she was even the only one that Joffrey actually showed any kind of respect to. The only one in the family that he didn't bully or belittle. Varys believing that (Y/n) was, in fact, that only one that Joffrey was scared of.

"Well, Lord Varys. Thank you for safely escorting me to my rooms. What would I do without your watchful eye always keeping me safe?" (Y/n) asked, as they came to a stop outside her chamber door.

"Oh. I am more than sure that you don't require my watchful eye, my lady. Or anyone else's in fact. I am quite positive that you are more than capable of looking after yourself." Varys replied, as he bowed. The Master of Whispers leaving the lady. Feeling happier that despite all that was going on, that once again Baelish had failed to draw (Y/n) into his web.

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(Y/n) watched as Varys walked away, finally turning and pushing her way into her rooms.

"Do you have the information that I required?" (Y/n) asked the woman that she knew would be waiting for her.

"That and more, milady." Ros replied. As (Y/n) turned to look at her. Ros curtsying respectfully as (Y/n) offered her a glass of wine.