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She had never done anything like this before. She was well and truly drunk, and perched on the lap of a handsome but no doubt dangerous sellsword who would likely willingly slit her throat if someone offered him enough gold. And that just made him all the more desirable.

His hands felt good, his very nearness felt good and she liked that he sounded just as desperate and out of control as she felt. Not that she would give him the satisfaction of showing it though…

“The night is still young, Ser Bronn, and I want to enjoy the ale I just paid for,” she said, kissing him on his scruff-covered cheek. She reached over and picked up the two mugs, handing him his. “But drink up fast. I’ll need your help in getting back into the Red Keep, and then I’ll need to … thank you for your assistance.”

He grasped his mug in one hand as the other rested on her back and was content to just have her stay in his lap. This was all he needed right now, Meryll in his lap and a mug of ale in his hand. “Don’t test me sweetheart” Bronn chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the young woman as he downed his ale in no time. He’d had plenty of practice during his youth in drinking competitions and while he had been beaten a handful of times he’d won more than enough to make up for the losses.

“Of course. What kind of knight would I be if I didn’t help a maiden in need?” He told her as he readjusted his legs as they were getting used to the weight on them and gave a surprised sigh of relief as his back popped in just the right spot that he didn’t know needed popping. “Shall we?” He asked as he put his mug down with a loud thud and stood, carrying Meryll for a minute as he stood, kissing her cheek before setting her down. “I ain’t carrying you the whole way, Princess” He ruffled her hair before he started towards the door, jesting with her and he realized how much he liked Meryll’s company. There was something familiar and inviting about her and he’d be lying if he didn’t want more of it.