Meryll knew Bronn wasn’t even a real Lord, just a Ser, as Lord Tywin had deemed to knight him after the Battle of Blackwater, but it was fun to see him get riled up nonetheless.
She waited, amused, as he took a drink from her mug before she could reach it. She was not as amused by his comment about her sister. Amerei liked to have fun, who could fault her for that? And Meryll could even be persuaded to admit there was a part of her that was envious of Amerei, the way that she did what she wanted and didn’t give a damn about what anyone else thought.
“Now, if Amerei was a man, you’d be drinking to her conquests rather than shaking your head in shame. And why should I keep myself pure for some lesser lion when he is no doubt fucking a different camp follower each night he holds Riverrun besieged? Not that I have any intention of marrying.”
Meryll took a long drink of ale and then set her mug down with a soft thud on the bar top.
“And what about you, Lord Bronn,” she said, trailing a finger down his chest. “Are you not promised to Lollys Stokeworth? Will you go to her bed all pure and maidenly?”
“If she were a man she might, might give Robert Baratheon a run for his money on sleeping around.” Bronn wasn’t going to say one way or another if he really supported or not the girls decision to sleep around, honestly he could care less but the facts were that Amerei had a reputation and that he knew would not be good for House Frey’s already poor reputation and harder to find a Lord who would marry her.
“No marriage? Really? Are you going to outlive old Waldar Frey and not be married off and having babes of your own?” He asked, not suprised at all by her answer. The time he’d known Meryll he hadn’t pegged her for being a marrying kind of woman and his eyes focused on her finger as it trailed down his chest and they briefly glanced at her face before back on the hand.
“Lollys. Not after Cersei promised her Ser Bracken or whatever his name is, broke the agreement she did. So, Jaime promised me a better wife and castle and here I am.” his arms outstretched, gesturing to the tavern “Here in this shithole” as he put his hands down, one hand came down to gently rest on Meryll’s thigh “Besides, i’m not pure as a fresh babe in any aspect of my life, lady Frey”
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