Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Bloody woman - Part 5 - Bronn x Oberyn x Reader

Suddenly Bronn found himself pushed backwards. (Y/n) gasping for breath as she scowled at him.

"I..........." (Y/n) gasped again, as she almost fell back against the pillar behind her. The doe's heart beating violently as she tried to collect herself.

"Belong to no man........... especially not you." She managed to say, as she straightened herself. Standing defiantly in front of the sellsword.

Not for one moment would she have ever believed that Bronn would have kissed her. Would have placed his hands so lustfully on her body. And not for one moment would she have believed that she would have enjoyed it so much. Finding herself almost begging him not to stop. Yet, it was Bronn. And she knew that this could all just be another little joke on his part. That this could be some sick and twisted way of him trying to stop her from taking part in her brother's tourney. And even though at this moment, she wanted nothing more than to throw herself back into his arms and find the nearest room so that they could do exactly what she had been thinking about Oberyn doing to her. She still couldn't fight off the notion that at any moment he would just turn around and laugh.

"And I can assure you. That if you ever think about doing that again. You will regret it." (Y/n) told him. Trying to sound as angry as she could. Despite knowing that she was more shocked and needy, than angry.

"Now, if you will excuse me. I am going back to the celebration." (Y/n) continued. Pushing her way past the sellsword, only to find arm caught by his hand.

"Ya have ta be tha most stubborn, bloody woman I have ever met. Don't ya understand? I........I.......I have feelins for ya. I lov........."

"Feelings? What, like you have "feelings" for all those whores in Baelish' brothels? And were you going to say you love me? Now I know that this is one of your jokes. That this is all some ridiculous way of trying to persuade me that I shouldn't fight. Well, it's not going to work. Now, if you don't mind, I am going back to spend a pleasant evening with a real man. A gentleman!" (Y/n) interrupted, as she peeled the sellsword's hand way from her arm, and made her way back to the festivities.

"A Gentleman? Your gentleman has fucked half of Westeros." Bronn called out, as he angrily hit his fist against the pillar. Watching as (Y/n) made her way down the corridor.

"So have you. The only difference is, I don't hate him. And I can assure you that if the Red Viper is so inclined, he might just get another conquest tonight." (Y/n) replied, turning back to glare at Bronn briefly, before storming back through the castle.

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"Well?" Tyrion asked, as Bronn came to sit next to him. The sellsword reaching for two glasses of wine and downing both in quick succession. The two men looking at the doe as she took a seat at the great table between her brother and Oberyn.

"Bloody woman. Thinks it's a joke. Bloody woman. So, she hates me, does she. Well, I'll show her." Bronn muttered in reply, as he grabbed for another glass. Tyrion noticing the stranger than normal looks between the sellsword and (Y/n).

"My apologies, prince Oberyn for what happened. I am afraid that Tyrion's sellsword has completely lost his mind." (Y/n) said apologetically, as she took a seat between the Dornishman and her brother. The doe not quite sure whether her heart was pounding violently, due to what had just happened with Bronn, or the fact that the beautiful prince had moved closer. His deep brown eyes gazing seductively into hers.

"Think nothing of it, my lady. I assure you, that in the presence of such beauty, I had completely forgotten about it myself." Oberyn assured, as he took (Y/n)'s hand and kissed it.