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She had slipped her guards at the Red Keep again and this time made it all the way outside the city walls. And who does she run into? Fucking Bronn. She wasn’t sure how far his loyalty to the Lannisters extended, but if he were to mention to Lord Tywin that she was not in her bed this evening, the old lion would probably hand her over to the King’s Justice.
Bronn nearly fell out of his chair, he was so drunk. Perhaps he wouldn’t even remember seeing her. But it would be better if they both had a reason to keep this tavern visit a secret from Lord Tywin.
Meryll took the seat next to Bronn. “Not who you were expecting, hmm? Now tell me, do I get to be the bear, or the maiden?”
Bronn gave a hearty chuckle at her questions and he cracked a smile, his nose wrinkled a bit as he looked at her. “Well generally you’d be the maiden but ah, I wouldn’t mind you being the bear if it was you” Bronn spoke, realizing the drink had made him a bit more truthful than he would have normally liked. “You weren’t who I was expecting but rather have familiar company than not. What are you doing out here, can’t imagine you came here lookin’ for me”
Bronn replied back trying not to pry to much to the Frey girl. She was supposed to be at the keep and yet here she was outside the keep, not that he cared what she did and what Tywin would think. He was paid by his sons not him. “You’re safe with me love, unless they pay me enough to squeal I’m not gonna”
PSA. I love having multiple things going with the same characters / the same muns, whatever. Whether it’s the same verse in different point of the timeline or different verses or lots of different verses with lots of threads / interactions going on all over the timelines in all of them idc. I want all the things. It helps to keep inspiration going if one particular reply is giving me an issue for whatever reason, it gives me options for mood and muse and I just love all the world building that goes into having multiple things going. So please, please don’t ever be afraid to approach me for another thing even if we have 300 or if we only have one!
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.”
“I’m a knight saving the princess. Isn’t that every girl’s dream to
be like the maidens in the songs?” Brandon asked as he helped her up on
her horse as they headed North. “Well…I guess now..Ex-knight. Either
way, Your Grace it’s no shame to think a man such as myself is handsome.
I may be a wolf but I don’t bite”
Goldnwulf 