Whore // Sandor Clegane // Tryion Lannister

last night on earth...

'Where did you find one so pretty at this hour?' Tyrion asked walking up to Daphne and bronn in the tent.

'I took her.' Bronn told him

'You took her from whom?' Tyrion asked pouring himself a drink

'From... what's his name... I don't know three tents down.' Bronn told him daphne looked between the two men, a small smile on her lips.

'He didn't have anything to say about that?'

'He said some thing.' Bronn said smugly

'Well the odds of me living long enough to-,' Tyrion said turning back to Daphne 'to retaliate have just dropped drastically we go to Vanguard tomorrow.'

'Oh well... I Think I will go and find myself another one.' Bronn remarked, making a quick exit

'Who are you?' Tyrion asked giving the woman his full attention. She smiled sweetly at him.

'Who would you like me to be?' Daphne questioned

'What did your mother call you?'

'Daphne... what did your mother call you?'

'My mother died giving birth to me.' Tyrion informed her

'I am sorry to hear that.... Is that why I'm here so we can talk about our mothers? I'm more than happy to I assure you I am an excellent conversationalist.' Daphne informed him

'What sort of accent is that Northern? With a bit of southern twang to it?' Tyrion questioned.

'That's correct I grew up in the north but more recently I came down to the south.' Daphne confirmed. 'What do you want from me?'

'What do I want from you? I want you to share my tent pour my wine laugh at my jokes,' Tyrion informed her. 'to rub my legs when they are sore after a long days ride.' Daphne chuckled, the little man was certainly confident. 'I want you to take me and no other man to bed for as long as we are together and I want you to fuck me like it's my last night on the earth... Which it might as well be.' Shae was walking by when she heard the grand speech being made, she held back a laugh as she made her way into a different tent.

'That sounds interesting what do I get?' Daphne questioned a smile on her face

'One, safety,' Tyrion told her. 'no one will hurt you for as long as you're mine.' She liked that. safety. 'Two, the pleasure of my Company which I have heard is spectacular.' Tyrion went on making daphne laugh.

'Who told you this? Women you paid?' Daphne teased

'And three more gold than you can spend if you lived thousand years. Do you accept my proposal?'

Daphne ran a pro and con list quickly through her head. This little man with a big heart needed her. He opened his heart up to her and he wanted love. She didn't think he had ever gotten real love before. He was of sad, broken man and Daphne knew that she could help him. Plus, if he survived surely he would be send home to the capital. If he liked her enough he would bring her with, she would get to leave the camp. She would be going to Kings Landing with him sooner than if she stayed. She wanted to see Sandor again. So she agreed.