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There was a deep frown upon the raven haired woman’s forehead as she listened to the man’s words. “Maybe not, but you certainly have enough of an ego to fill an entire kingdom.”, Relena pointed out glancing at the knight from atop her horse. “And the person you claim to have saved me from is my own mother, that is hardly worth a song, especially since I could have left the keep on my own just as well.”

“I believe that tittle goes to Ser Bronn, Your Grace. Surely his ego is bigger than mine.” He refrained from making any improper comments though he did think of them and shook his head trying to rid the smirk that started to show before he mounted his own horse and made sure to ride beside her.

“Aye, this is true. It doesn’t warrant a song and I don’t think of myself as the kind of person to be written about in songs but you need protection, Your Grace. I don’t trust your mothers guards to protect you or any sellswords you could pay off, they couldn’t protect Tommen.” He couldn’t have either. He’d been blocked off in his attempt to try to go to the King and get him as he had heard and felt the explosion of wildfire from the Sept.

“You should be ruling. It should be you on that throne, not your mother. She has no right to it when Robert Baratheon’s ‘last’ heir died and his trueborn daughter and thus true heir is alive. An I mean to keep you alive even if it means at the cost of my own life.”