Lioness // Ser Bronn // GoT

I dare you

'its beautiful.' Tya said passing off the jar to tyrion.

'I remember reading an old sailors proverb piss on wildfire and your cock burns off.' Tyrion said holding the little green jar.

'I do not recommend conducting that experiment it could very well be true the substance burn so hot it melts wood stone and even steal,' the maester said 'and of course flesh, the substance burn so hot it melts flesh like Jell-O.' Tyrion carefully handed him back the jar. 'after the dragons died wildfire was the key to the Targaryen power.'

'My friend seems to take issue.' Tyrion noted

'If I could tell you how many old men I've seen pushing carts around campus making claims that are poor pig shit... no offense.' bronn said and tya chuckled

'We do not deal in pig shit. the substance is a form that we have been practicing on since the days of the Targaryen reign.' The maester told them.

'To do what?' Tyanna questioned

'To be flung at the enemy.'

'How much do you have?' Tyrion questioned he moved to a separate storage

'If you can get real soldiers to man the catapults.' Bronn began as they moved 'and maybe you would hit your target one time in 10 but all the real soldiers are in the Riverlands with your father.'

'he is not wrong.' Tya told Tyrion. 'we need father.'

'This man is very insulting.' the maester said thoroughly annoyed.

'I don't know if you've ever seen a battle old man,' Bronn began 'but it gets quite messy cause when we're flying in things at Stannis's army, they're flying stuff right back at us. Men die or shit themselves drop a pot.' Bronn went on 'which mean pots falling which means fire inside the wall which mean poor cunts trying to do protect the city end up burning it down.' Tya nodded inn agreement.

'Listen to your commander, we don't want to burn the city, we want to save it.' Tya agreed.

'My friend remains unconvinced.' Tyrion said

'You would not dare insult my order while Aeris Targaryen lived.' The maester shouted at them.

'Well he's not living anymore.' Bronn reminded him 'and those pots of wildfire did not help him not ending wars not magic tricks,' bronn said but the maester yanked open a door pots and pots of the magic wildfire mixture lay before them Tyrion walked down amazed while Tya stood back at the door, bronns hand trailing up to touch her golden hair.

'we have been working tirelessly day and night ever since your Royal sister commanded us to do so our current count stands at 7800 enough to burn Stannis Baratheon's fleet and armies both.' The maester confirmed.

'This is a shit idea.' Bronn told him.

'I'm afraid I have to agree with my advisor master, the contents of this room could lay Kings Landing low you won't be making wildfire for my sister any longer... you'll be making it for me for me.' Tyrion informed him.

'You seem as though you have a lot of work to do... I will leave you to it.' Tya said, 'let me know if you need anything.'

Bronn felt like Tya had a smile reserved just for him. She would smile that sexy smile a she passed and it was like she was saying come and get me, I dare you. Her eyes begging for a chase her lip caught between her teeth. But every time he let her keep walking. Only to admire from afar.