Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Take it slow - Part 4 - Sandor x Tyrion x Reader

For LucyFlynn3

Sandor looked across the table at the little lord; he wasn't happy about this, but it was the only way that he could think to get the price that the whoremonger had asked for the Skagosi beauty. Tyrion looking over the top of his glass, at the scarred warrior, who was doing his best to look slightly less intimidating than he normally would. Hoping that this might make the youngest son of the Hand, agree to his request.

A part of Tyrion found this amusing. The Hound coming to him for gold to buy a whore from Baelish. But then there was the other part that knew why he would go to these lengths; for even though the two men were very different, they were much alike; neither necessarily being considered the most handsome; neither getting the attention that the likes of Jaime would. Neither having to beat women off with a stick. Both having to resort to paying whores for their attention, because of what they were, or how they had been born. So, Tyrion could only sympathies. Could only think that the large man had finally admitted that he, just like the rest of them, needed to feel something more than what came from a quick fuck.

"Is she really that special, that you would swallow your pride and come to me..........?" Tyrion asked, as he placed his glass down on the table. Sandor just nodding in reply.

"Tell me something of her.............." The little lord continued. A soft chuckle leaving his lips, as Sandor gave him a look that suggested that he didn't want the diminutive man knowing anything about her at all.

"Tell me why she is so special, and then I will decide whether or not to give you Baelish's price............." Tyrion added, as he leant back in his chair. The Hound letting out a huff though his nose.

"Her name is (Y/n), and she's from Skagos.............."

"She is a stoneborn...........?" Tyrion interrupted, as he sat forward in his chair. He had never met a Skagosson. Never met anyone that had, and this fact alone made Sandor's woman, very intriguing, if it were true. The little man having heard stories, stories of the Skagosi Unicorn; that those that lived on the island were a law unto themselves. That they were cannibals that had eaten the people of Skane; and that the tradition of the First Night was still enforced. And that apart from trading with the Night's Watch, the inhabitants of the island in the Shivering Sea, had nothing to do with the rest of Westeros. So, how Baelish had managed to get his hands on a stoneborn, he didn't know. Nor did he know why the Master of Coin had not kept her for the likes of him. Tyion sure that he would have been happy to pay more than he normally would, to bed such a woman; but as it was.............

"Alright." Tyrion continued as he got down from his chair. Not even giving Sandor a chance to reply to the question. The lion making his way to the door of his rooms.

"Where you goin?" Sandor asked, as he got up from his seat. Tyrion turning back to look at him.

"If I am going to loan you the price for this woman, then I think it only right that I get to see what I am paying for." The lord explained, as he opened the door and gestured for the large man to follow him.

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Baelish stared at the woman that sat across from him; her eyes focused on her hands that sat in her lap. The whoremonger wondering what kind of spell she used to enchant the Hound. What she had done in one night that would make the scarred warrior come to him and ask to buy her. Perhaps he should have kept this one for himself, Petyr thought as he moved back in his seat. She was a rare beauty. A curiosity. The only stoneborn that he had come across. And if she could charm Clegane, what else could she do. What else was the woman from Skagos capable of.

"Look at me..........." Baelish ordered. (Y/n) slowly raising her head, her eyes focusing on the Master of Coin's blue eyes. A thin smile pulling at the corners of his lips, as they just looked at one another.

Petyr knew little of the mysterious island and its inhabitants; just little bits that he had heard about from Maester Balder's tales of Skagos in The Edge of the World. The collection filled with all manner of stories about the stoneborn being, in part, descended from giants. That they were despised by the other northern tribes, who saw them as little more than savages, that still spilt human blood to the weirwoods. Yet this exquisite woman in front of him, was no savage; she was no ill born, ill made creature that could have the blood of Ibbenese running through her veins. The whoremonger slowly getting to his feet and making his way around the table, placing his palm to her cheek.

"Who are you, really.............?" Petyr asked, as he looked down at her.

"No one.............."

"Oh, I seriously doubt that.............." The whoremonger replied. Petry scuttling away from her, as the door to his private apartment was thrown open for the second time that day. The man from the Fingers looking to the ingress to see not just Sandor this time, but also the imp. The pair moving into his room, as he took a seat back in his chair.

"Lord Tyrion.........." Petyr began, only to be completely ignored by the lion as he stood before the woman. Not a word said for a moment until Tyrion threw a large purse of gold onto the whoremonger's desk.

"Your price for this woman." Tyrion announced, looking to Baelish before turning his attention to Sandor.

"Take her. She's yours..............."