Beguiling Wolf

Chapter 1

Bronn was a simple man, a bastard of a whore and some cunt who couldn't give a damn, although both loved to beat him and his younger brother, and-bar the beating- that was fine by Bronn, but he wanted more out of life and for a bastard without a name that was a rather difficult goal to achieve. 

So far in his twenty-six years of life he had improved his station somewhat, he had his first kill at the age of five, it had been in self-defence, but he had realised quickly that he had the talent for dealing death and he could still find it in himself to sleep at night. so, he decided to become a mercenary. He had run away from his family after a slight incident with a woman and an axe when he was twelve and the incident at fourteen with his younger brother and a ditch only cemented his choice. he had travelled throughout Westeros, even straying beyond the wall and he had sharpened his skills until he had become known as 'the Cutthroat' and one of his sayings being  'steel for gold' and a great deal of gold he had earnt but... 

Bronn never cared about the seven that are one, he was a bastard and an abomination by their consideration so why should he give them any consideration? They thought him to be a usurper, greedy, born of lust, always reaching above his station so why not give them what they want? 

So he had recently settled on three immediate goals, A lordship, a castle and a highborn beauty for a wife the rest could come later, but first, he needed to get on the radar of the nobles and make a reputation for himself. 

The crossroads inn was a centre of bustling people and gossip, which is what he wanted. He didn't care about some lord taking his right of first night or that yet another whore had been knocked up but if a certain minor lord or a young lady was looking to be escorted to her wedding? Well, that certainly caught his attention. 

Bronn had been prepared to head off to the vale where a minor lord was having issues with the mountain clans, a way to prove himself if he was to save the lord from an arrow or sword but the opportunity of a lifetime had dropped into his lap.

Hearing of the royal party heading North, and he had planned on catching one of the eyes in the party, anyone who was close to the royals would be a boon for him. He'd heard the King was an overly generous man and Bronn could style himself as a man Robert Baratheon would like.

And a golden lion just happened to fall into his lap, taking a sip of the flagon of ale in front of him, Bronn spotted the famed imp of the rock try to bargain for a room for the night, oh the gods were good.

"I'm sorry mi'lord truly we don't have any spare room" the woman who ran the inn implored him.

"I don't need much room; my men will sleep in the barn" the little lord replied sardonically 

"Truly Mi'lord we don't have the room" the woman insisted 

The Lord sighed before reaching into his pouch and pulling out a golden dragon.

"Is there nothing I can do to remedy this situation?" he asked the room which had fallen silent, knocking the gold coin against a tabletop

"My room has a spare bed" Bronn leant forward, giving a sharp smile to the lord.

"Smart man" he replied tossing the coin towards him which he deftly caught "bring me a flagon of ale and a plate of food for myself, I'll sit with my new friend" the small man quickly made his way over and sat across from him, a smile on his face. Bronn had to admit to himself for such a small man he sure had a set of balls on him. 

"My lord Lannister may I sing for you? I could sing of your father's triumph perhaps the rains of Castemere?" a bard quickly moved to sit at the head of the table

"Nothing will put me off my meal faster" Tyrion quipped quickly 

"Perhaps you'd like to hear of the beguiling wolf then my lord?" the bard replied slyly stringing his instrument 

"The what?" Tyrion questioned a confused look on his face 

"it's a song my lord of the rumoured northern beauty, said to be far fairer than her aunt, Lyra Stark she's called fairer than the maiden and the prettiest noble in all of the seven kingdoms, her and Robb stark, the twin wolves their called" the bard gossiped eagerly, sensing he had intrigued them. 

"A lot of songs insist on the beauty of a maiden and it turns out that she's got the face of a slapped arse" a man from across the room interjected clearly having eavesdropped 

"Watch your tongue when speaking of the Lady Stark, or I'll have it out" an incensed voice roared, Bronn could spot the flayed man on a black background, a Bolton then, vassal to house stark. Odd to see Northerners wonder so far from their home.

"Now, now gentleman let's not fight, I would love to hear of the Lady Stark's beauty" Tyrion quickly intervened, and the bard quickly jumped at the opportunity opening his mouth and singing. 

The bard finished the song with a triumphant strum of the strings and looked to the room for accolades which were readily given by the Northerners in the room, the loudest being the Karstarks, it was a bit odd for so many to be south as the northerners enjoyed keeping to themselves. Bronn wondered if they were to help guide the Royal Party through the neck. 

"A highborn beauty then?" Bronn mused to himself, a smirk crossing his lips and a plan forming in his mind.

"Apparently so" Tyrion responded digging into the food he had been given. Not noticing the calculating look on his companion's face.

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A/N:

I don't want to have too many Authors notes, so I'm sticking it all here.

I don't own anything

this is sort of AU

If you don't like, don't read 

it's going to be house stark dominance because I love them but still angsty