“My mother might be able to give you that castle you apparently so desperately desire, but tell me this, what will a castle be worth to a corpse?”
Bronn gritted his teeth at the Princess. He had heard about the so called ‘Others’ the army of the dead. The sellsword still couldn’t believe that was a real thing. Dragons seemed plausible but the dead rising? “Not much” He acknowledged that the brat was right and he wished she wasn’t. He wished he could just ignore her and go to his castle and wait out the coming storm but he also knew Jaime had fled and it seemed Cersei wouldn’t see what everyone else was seeing.
“We go together. I’m not havin’ the future Queen…Rightful Queen…” Bronn shook his head. Relena should have been Queen before her mother. But Daenerys had claim to the throne just as much as Relena did. “Look, I jus’ don’t want you to die on my watch, alright? We best hurry if we want to leave before it gets too dark” He cared about the dark haired beauty more than he’d admit and besides if he let Jaime and Tyrion’s niece die, there’d be hell to pay.
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