Tag: Bronn;; Sellsword Lord

@meryllfrey

Bronn had been observant. There had been more people in this tavern than normal and he wondered why. Until he saw the brunette and his grey eyes stared at the woman, the men around her like flys to a rotten meal, buzzing about. Bronn shot back the rest of his drink and sauntered over to the men, a few left but one hadn’t noticed Bronn and kept trying to talk to the woman.

“Scuse me, mind if I cut in?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he made sure he was between the woman and the man, ready to start a brawl with him if need be. Bronn caught the man as he tried to get around him and he grabbed the man’s arm only to nearly miss a bottle hitting the guy and his eyes found the womans. “Guess you don’t need a knight.” It wasn’t hard to tell  but Bronn was fairly sure he was in love with this woman right now.

thestormlioness:

“Believe me, they won’t.”, Relena assured him angrily. “Good company? You must be joking, nothing but filth leaves your mouth.”

“If it has something to occupy it’s time with around you then it’d be less…filthy” He told her, a bit mocking her in her tone and voice on the last word. “You never know, Princess. I can quite charming.”

thestormlioness:

Relena’s mouth dropped open upon hearing the man’s words. “If you dare to touch one of my ladies…”, she threatened, her eyes glaring at Bronn. “I have truly no idea why my uncle keeps someone like you around.”

“What if they touch me first…?” He shot back, not scared of her threat. “I’m good company and good at what I do, little lady.”

thestormlioness:

{x} @notenoughmuses

“That’s what my ladies in waiting are for!”, Relena declared, clearly displeased. “You should keep your hands to your sword, where it belongs.”

“Which one?” He asked, a huge grin spread across his face as he gave an eyebrow raise. “One could use some polishing from a delicate ladies touch” Bronn teased the uptight Princess.

coerulus:

“No, of course not. How lucky I am to be blessed with your presence.” After a moment’s deliberation Brienne ordered water. Anything strong enough that the drinker didn’t care about its flavor was too much for her. 

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“Of course you are. Count yourself lucky it’s me and not some random drunk.” He snorted as she ordered a water and took the last bit of his ale down quickly. “So, what will you do now that the Stark girls are safe? Go find some other person to swear fealty to?”

strengthanddevotion:

notenoughmuses:

“Aye, that he is. He may not be much of a looker but he’s from a well respected and great house.” Bronn eyed the girl carefully before he continued. “Won’t have to worry about raising babes anytime soon either. Seems the Gods are giving you some good in all this bad” He tried to be sympathetic towards her situation best he could before taking a small sip from his goblet. “You and Margaery Tyrell seem to be gettin along pretty well.”

Sansa purses her lips together about Bronn’s statement. “Perhaps I don’t want any babies to raise.” Her blue eyes flick up from her embroidery work for a moment. “Queen Margaery and I have found friendship in one another, we’re both from far off places and though Winterfell and High Garden are very different we share the same homesickness.” 

Bronn quirked an eyebrow at the statement. “Don’t catch any Lord hearing you say that.” He cautioned. Honestly, Bronn could care less what she did or did not do but he knew how things worked, he knew how Nobles were. “Remember, most highborns such as yourself are seen as ways to get heirs, bargaining chips in wars and treaties. You don’t always get your way.”

He knew what he was implying wasn’t the most proper thing to be saying to a Lady like Sansa, but he figured she’d better find out this way then the worst and hard way. “That’s good to hear. Friends are good to have. Though, I’m sad to say I’ve quite forgotten what it feels like to be homesick. Can’t miss what you don’t have.“ He shrugged as he swirled his goblet absentmindedly.

strengthanddevotion:

notenoughmuses:

“You could be married to Walder Frey”

“Count what little blessing you do, little Lady.”

“Exactly.” Sansa mutters. “I could be married to Walder Frey. Lord Tyrion is at least kind to me.” 

“Aye, that he is. He may not be much of a looker but he’s from a well respected and great house.” Bronn eyed the girl carefully before he continued. “Won’t have to worry about raising babes anytime soon either. Seems the Gods are giving you some good in all this bad” He tried to be sympathetic towards her situation best he could before taking a small sip from his goblet. “You and Margaery Tyrell seem to be gettin along pretty well.”

“No. Not all.” Bronn told Brienne as he eyed a few woman over in a corner talking among themselves. “Wine is delightful. But honestly it’s all just a drink to me.”