Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Dark Knight - Part 5 - Bronn x Reader

Bronn woke. His eyes staying firmly closed, as the bright rays of the new day sun came streaming through the window. To say that the night before had been an experience, a revelation, would be a true understatement. The sellsword believing that the dark god hadn't just given his Dark Knight skill with weapons, but also, skill in much more intimate areas as well. Bronn now understanding how the exquisite knight was perfectly able to kill in the bed chamber, as easily as she could on the battlefield. The sellsword sure that if Baelish had her working for him, he would be drowning in dragon gold, with a queue of men stretched all the way down the Street of Silk. Bronn chuckling as he realised that it felt as if he was going to struggle to walk for the next few days.

Slowly, he reached his arm across the bed, expecting to find the warm body of the knight still slumbering peacefully under the linen. The sellsword hoping that she might be interested in repeating what had occurred only a few hours before. Yet, as his hand found nothing but cold sheets, Bronn sat bolt upright, not used to being the one that was left behind in the morning.

For a moment, he wondered if it had all been real. If what had happened, had really happened. But as he realised that even his ever so slightly depraved imagination wasn't good enough to come up with all the things that he and (Y/n) had done, he couldn't help but smile.

"I'd a thought my performance would warrant at least a good mornin." Bronn chuckled to himself as he slipped out from under the sheets. His hands rubbing through his messy hair, as he eyes focused on all the empty bottles of the Red Keep's finest wine, that littered the floor. The Dark Knight's appetite proving as unquenchable for good wine, as it had been for a bad man. Bronn only hoping that he would be able to experience that appetite again before her time in Kings Landing was over.

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"So nice of you to join me this afternoon." Tyrion scoffed, as Bronn made his way down the long corridor. The sellsword yawning as he stopped at the little lion's side. Tyrion busy watching the knight talk to an old man that he had never seen before. An old man that seemed to have appeared as if from nowhere.

"Have a busy night, did we?" Tyrion asked, as he looked up at the once again yawning sellsword. Bronn only giving him a big smile in reply.

"It would appear that Joffrey's new bodyguard, is very popular. I have been watching them for some time, and I swear that any man that has ever seen battle, has spoken to your knight. Though, who this particular man is, I don't know. I can't say that I have ever seen him around the Keep before." Tyrion explained. Bronn not liking the look of the wizened creature that appeared to be dressed in little more than rags. A large black raven sitting on his shoulder. The malevolent looking creature seeming to glare at the sellsword, as its master and the knight spoke.

"Whoever he is, I don't like tha look of him." Bronn replied, as he decided to go over and find out if the knight was in need of his assistance.

"Don't even think about it. Not him. Anyone but him." (Y/n) hissed, as the old man glimpsed the cocky sellsword make his way towards them.

"Do not think for one moment that you are in a position to tell me what soul I can desire, Knight. Your debt to me is still to be paid, and if I chose to ask for another soul, you will do what you do best, and give me that soul. Though why you seen to be so interested in someone like him I cannot understand. You have had kings, princes, and lords of every kind in your bed. Yet you seem to show more favour to a humble sellsword than you did any of them. I find myself interested to know why?" The old man retorted. The Raven cawing as it alerted its masters to the fact that the sellsword was getting ever closer.

"I........I don't know. I just........just not him. Please." (Y/n) replied. Not understanding herself, why she would want to protect Bronn so much from the evil lord. But she had not been able to understand why she had told him all that she had told him. Why she had removed her hood and mask. Why she had revealed her face. Why she had confessed to the wish that had brought her to this point, or why she had told him that the final soul that she needed to repay her debt, was Joffrey's. Yet she had. And she had also enjoyed the night they had spent together. It being a strange feeling to be in the arms of a man that she knew that she didn't have to kill. A beautifully bad man that had made her feel, in just those few short hours, like more than just a thing that lived only to kill. He had made her feel like a woman. And even if she lost her soul to the Lord of the Seven Hells when her debt was repaid, she would always be grateful to the sellsword for that.

"I didn't create you to have feelings, knight. You were born to kill until I am satisfied. If you wished to have a normal life, maybe you should not have made the deal. Maybe you should have accepted the life that you had been given. Yet you did not. So, rest assured that if your sellsword gets in the way of my plans, I will not hesitate in bringing his end..........Thank ya, Knight. It was a pleasure ta meet ya again." The old man suddenly said, changing his tone completely and tugging on his hat respectfully as Bronn came up behind him. The caws of the dark bird on his shoulder, echoing through the corridor as he scurried away.

"A friend a yours? Looked like a nice old man." Bronn sneered, as he looked at (Y/n). The beautiful eyes behind the black mask, burning with anger as she contemplated the old man's words.

"No. The furthest thing from a friend that there could possibly be. And looks can be deceiving, Bronn. I am even sure that from a certainly light that you might pass for a good man. But we both know that that's not the case, don't we? Now, if you will excuse me, I have a little shit to guard." (Y/n) replied, as she went to push past the sellsword. Bronn catching her arm and stopping her in her tracks.

"(Y/n)......."

"Don't get to close to me, Bronn. I have a tendency of losing anyone I care about. And.........and for some reason I would prefer it if that evil old creature didn't get his claws into you.........."

"Why, who was he, (Y/n)? Maybe I can help ya." Bronn said, as he gripped her arm tighter.

"Just believe me when I say that you should pray that you never have to meet him again. And that as much as I wish you could help me, the only thing that will get me out of this, is Joffrey's death. And speaking of Joffrey, I should go before he begins to whine and pout again. I don't think I will be able to stop myself from slapping him if he acts as he did yesterday." (Y/n) explained. The Dark Knights gloved hand resting briefly on Bronn's cheek, before she pulled away and headed for the throne room.