Bronn had been observant. There had been more people in this tavern than normal and he wondered why. Until he saw the brunette and his grey eyes stared at the woman, the men around her like flys to a rotten meal, buzzing about. Bronn shot back the rest of his drink and sauntered over to the men, a few left but one hadn’t noticed Bronn and kept trying to talk to the woman.
“Scuse me, mind if I cut in?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he made sure he was between the woman and the man, ready to start a brawl with him if need be. Bronn caught the man as he tried to get around him and he grabbed the man’s arm only to nearly miss a bottle hitting the guy and his eyes found the womans. “Guess you don’t need a knight.” It wasn’t hard to tell but Bronn was fairly sure he was in love with this woman right now.
Goldnwulf 