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Once upon a time in the West - GoT - Part 3

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.