Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Take it slow - Part 5 - Sandor x Tyrion x Reader

For LucyFlynn3

Sandor still couldn't quite believe that the Lannister had handed over the gold to the whoremonger, as quickly as he had. The little man taking but one look at (Y/n), before he had given Baelish his price. It obvious that his beautiful stoneborn, had had an effect on Tyrion too. Though as long as the youngest son of the old Hand didn't think that his gold would get him to share (Y/n), then the large man might perhaps learn to deal with the other man's longing looks. Though he would certainly reserve the right to kill any other man that dared to get too close.

The youngest Clegane would freely admit that he was not one to display too much, if any emotion, especially not in front of others. Yet as he and (Y/n) had stepped out of Baelish's brothel, he had wanted nothing more than to just take her into his arms and hold her as close as possible. Sandor well aware that it was odd; the pair having only spent one night together. Yet in that night, they had not only made love, but they had also spoken of their lives. Of all that had happened before (Y/n) had come to speak to him that evening. The Hound believing that the stoneborn already knew him better than anyone else ever had. That he in turn understood her. And that knowledge just seemed to make him want her more.

As they had finally got back to the Keep, the Westerman had hoped to take (Y/n) straight to his room. He had hoped that despite his duties, they might be able to continue, where they had left off before sleep had taken them both. Yet the little man had had other ideas. Tyrion obviously wanting to know more about the woman that he had just paid a not to inconsiderable price for. Sandor coming to stand protectively behind (Y/n), as the little lord gestured for her to sit.

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She sat in a room across a table from the little man that had just bought her. Sandor standing protectively behind her with his hand on her shoulder. She didn't need to be told who the diminutive lord was. Despite her limited time in the capital, the girls of the brothel had talked; speaking of not only Sandor, but other men that would frequent the house on the Street of Silk. And in particular, of an imp, the son of lions, and a sellsword that he paid to protect him. (Y/n) sure that even in the city, there were not too many men with the stature of the one before her. Therefore, it seemed obvious that he was Tyrion Lannister, and that she owed him as much for her current situation, as she did to Sandor. Though, in truth, she didn't know quite what was going on; everything happening so quickly that she felt as though she hadn't had time to breath, never mind anything else. One minute she had been in Lord Baelish rooms, then, she was whisked through the streets of Kings Landing; and now.......now she was in the great Keep. Though why she was in this room, rather than just with Sandor........."

"Skagos........" The little man suddenly said, as he leant back in his chair.

"I..............."

"You are a Skagosson...................?"

"Yes. I am a stoneborn." (Y/n) replied. Feeling a little easier as the diminutive man smiled at her.

"I have never met anyone from, Skagos. Tell me, are the stories true..........?"

"Stories......? You mean the tales of those that call us Skaggs? Stories that say we are hairy, foul-smelling creatures that are less than human. That we lure ships to our island so that we can take the sailors and either sacrifice them to our weirwoods or eat their flesh.............? Tell me, Lord Lannister......do I look like some hairy beast to you? Do I smell foul to you? We are just a simple people; people that keep to themselves and have their own ways and traditions. Others make up these stories, because they fear that we are born of giants. Born of the stones that make up our land. They are afraid of the prowess of our people with blade and bow. And though once it may have been that the flesh of others was eaten, I can truthfully say that all that died out long ago. One cannot help where they are born, how they are born. But just like you, I refuse to be ashamed of what and who I am............." (Y/n) replied, as she reached up and gripped onto Sandor's hand.

Tyrion couldn't help but smile, as he picked up his glass and took a drink. It was obvious from her words and from the fact that she had been able to bewitch Clegane in just one night, that this (Y/n) was a passionate woman. Yet it wasn't that that surprised him, it was the fact that she was so eloquent. That she seemed so well educated, and that just like him, she was used to being judged. Though also like him, she didn't care. And that perhaps was why Clegane had been so drawn to her. Because she hadn't thought less of the man with the scarred face.

"Can you read......write in Common Tongue....?" Tyrion asked, as he finally placed down his glass.

"Yes. And I can also read and write Old Tongue..........."

"Excellent. Then tomorrow you start working for me. It is best that you have a position in the Keep. See it as a way of paying me back for your freedom. Though I am sure that Sandor would prefer your thanks in another way. So, until tomorrow." The little man smiled, before nodding at the woman across from him. Sandor not needing any more prompting, to take (Y/n) from the lord's presence and move her quickly through the Keep, to his room.