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She eyed him speculatively. She didn’t have the coin to pay him off, but she didn’t think the Lannisters cared enough about her to offer the sellsword any gold. The Lannisters had bigger fish to fry than disciplining a prospective bride for Ser Devan Lannister.

The secret of her little escape was likely safe with Bronn. But that was probably the only thing of hers that was safe with the roguishly handsome sellsword.

“No, I didn’t come looking for you. I came looking to get away from all the ‘my lords’ and ‘my ladies’ in the keep”, she said, holding her nose in the air and curtsying as formally as possible. “Oh, I suppose I should be referring you to Lord Bronn of the Blackwater now. I hope I haven’t offended my lord.” 

Meryll reached past him to grab his ale and quickly downed what was left at the bottom of the mug. She handed him the empty mug. 

“So, my lord, are you going to buy me a drink, or what? It seems I have some catching up to do if you’re serious about this Bear and the Maiden thing.”

He huffed at Meryll as she curtsied and rolled his eyes soon as she called him Lord. “Cut the bullshit Meryll. Oh sorry…Lady Meryll Frey. Or was it Lannister?” He asked as he pushed coin towards the bar keep to get a drink for the young brunette and slid it to her once it came out and refilled his own, glowering at the empty mug that the ‘lady’ had drank out of. “So it seems you do. But don’t you want to be pure for your soon to be husband?”

He asked, tilting his head back to look at her fully. “Or will you escape every night to be rid of the ‘my lord and my ladies’? Marry him and that’s all you’ll get little Frey.” Bronn took a large gulp from Meryll’s own mug before she could reach for it, wiping the foam from his beard and gave a hefty sigh. “You’ll wear yourself out running away all the time. Best you not become like Gatehouse Ami. That’d be a shame.”