Lioness // Ser Bronn // GoT

Drunken lust filled beast

After a long awkward moment of standing and waiting to be cloaked sansa kneeled before Tyrion. It was a sight to see, a wolf kneeling before a lion.

'The shae situation.' Tya said to bronn as sansa and Tyrion shared an awkward kiss. Bronn didn't say anything, tya dug her nails into his arm he flinched at the pain. 'I need you to get rid of her.'

'vicious woman.' Bronn pulled his arm from her grip.

'my brother trusts you. Either convince him or that whore loses her head.' Tya told him walking off. Bronn watched her go.

'is this flirting?' he ran to catch up to her. 'because honestly it's a bit hard to tell with how absolutely terrifying you are right now.' bronn noted and somehow he managed to make her smile. 'ah this is flirting, I kenw I would win you over.'

'Bronn,' she said with a lazy smile, her eyes rolled but a blush threatened her cheeks.

'I'm winning you over.' He whispered in her ear.

'you won me over a long time ago.' Tya told him heading to the head table, he grinned ear to ear, running into Varys.

'Ser Bronn.' Varys greeted walking around him but Bronn was still focused on Tya.

'You seem rather drunk.' Tywin said as he approached Tyrion, the feast was in full swing Sansa looked miserable. While tya and cersei were babbling endlessly.

'Isn't it a grooms duty, a man's duty to be drunk at his own wedding?' Tyrion questioned over his glass.

'This isn't about your wedding. Renly Baratheon had a wedding, your wife needs a child, a Lannister child.' Tywin told him. Tyrion sat slumped in his chair bored and not nearly drunk enough to have this conversation. 'As soon as possible.' Tywin added.

'And?'

'If you're going to give her one you need to perform.' Tywin reminded him.

'What did you once call me? A drunken little lust filled beast?' Tyrion reminded him

'More than once.' Tywin agreed.

'There you have it I am the god of tits and wine I shall build a shrine to myself.'

'You can joke,' Tywin said pulling the glass from his lips 'you can engage in juvenile attempts to make your father uncomfortable but you will do your duty.' Tywin said walking away.

'Time for the bedding ceremony!' Joffrey declared.

'No,' Tyrion told him anger fueling him.

'There is if I say so, so Bedding ceremony!' Joffrey said happily. Tyrion stabbed his knife down into the table.

'then you'll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock.' Tyrion threatened. Tywin stood up, clearing his throat, the room went silent.

'What did you say to me?' Joffrey questioned 'What. Did. You. Say!'

'Joffrey honey, Tyrion is... well look at him.' Tya said, Tyrion sneered over at Joffrey.

'I believe we can dispense with the bedding your Grace I'm sure tyrion did not mean to threaten the king.' Tywin suggested calmly glancing over at Tyrion and Tyrion started to laugh.

'A bad joke your grace.' Tyrion said laughing releasing his hand that was clutched very tightly to his knife 'a small man's envy of your own royal manhood.. mine is so small my poor wife won't even know I'm there.' Tyrion added, the tension slowly faded from the room.

'Your uncle is clearly quite drunk your grace.' Tywin told him.

'I am.' Tyrion agreed. 'guilty.' He looked to sansa. 'come wife. I will tell you about the time I threw up on someone while fucking. It's a great story actually.' Sansa begrudgingly left.

'Try to act less excited about his misery dear sister, you are still to marry the cock lover.' Tya noted and cerseis smiled dropped from her face.

'you always ruin my fun.' Cersei spat.

'Tommen! Come dance with your favorite Aunt!' tya declared grabbing his hand. 'MUSIC!' she declared and the music started back up again.