Lioness // Ser Bronn // GoT

Poor nose

After the battle of black water the maester tended to a very broken Tyrion. Tywin took over his roles as hand again and Tya sat in the corner of tyrions room as the maesters worked. Bronn came in and it was a much appreciated distraction. Bronn offered her his arm and she took it.

'your father is being given title of Hand by the king,' Bronn remarked as they walked.

'He will do a good job. He is more experienced... I just wish...' tya began but shook her head, clearing her mind as they walked.

'What is it Tya?'

'Tyrion did good right?' tya questioned.

'with what he had? Of course. Its not his fault we just didn't have the man power.' Bronn assured her.

'and with the fire, the wildfire... that was smart right?' tya questioned.

'that was a sight to see, gorgeous.'

'I wish I could have seen it.' Tya admitted.

'a blaze of green fire,' he declared smiling down at her. 'it was me who lite it. Sending the arrow into the water.' Bronn informed her.

'I'm really glad you saved Tyrion that day at the veil.' Tya told Bronn as they entered the throne room. 'and I'm really glad you're here.' They stood side by side, bronn kept a hand on tyas back as Tywin rode in on a white horse. Tya let Bronns touch calm her.

'I Joffrey of house Baratheon the first of my name king of the andals and the first man, Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm do you hear by proclaim my grandfather Tywin Lannister the savior of the city and the hand of the king.'

'Thank you Grace' Tywin said as he took the hand pin turned on his horse marching back down the hallway.

'what happened to the hound?' tya asked not seeing him at joffrey's side.

'tucked tail and ran.'

'what? That doesn't sound like him.' Tya told bronn.

'big chicken he is.'

'you lot set the water on fire. That man has a paralyzing fear of fire. Of course he was scared.' Tya told him.

'how do you know that?' bornn questioned.

'petyr likes to run his mouth. Thought it would scare me when I was younger but it only made me more interested in the man.' Tya admitted.

'that so? You like a man with a past?'

'everyone has a past a story to tell. Some are worth hearing more than others... your nose.' She ran a finger down his nose. 'there is story there.' he smiled down at her 'How many times have you broken your nose?'

'Five times the first time my mom smacked me over the face with an iron poker it wasn't me she was aiming at she was aiming for my little brother.' Tya looked up to him sympathetically 'second time I was nine I got in a scrap with a few older boys, they won third time... You don't wanna know about third time...' bronn said looking over her perfect face never a broken nose, too perfect.

'No?' she questioned quietly.

'no...' he said softly.

'Poor nose.' tya said walking away.