Lioness // Ser Bronn // GoT

Hard to please

Shaes love of sansa was her one and only redeeming quality. Tya listened from the door as shae tended to her. but saw Ser loras coming and moved along.

'I don't believe it.' shae said

'He just has an admiration for my mother that is all.' Sansa assured her.

'I do not believe it.' she repeated 'men only want one thing from a pretty girl' she helped sansa with her hair and her dress.

'Little finger is not in love with me' sansa told her. sansa was finally acting more like herself, eating talking and laughing. shae was sure the presence of a rather handsome knight was the reason. The tyrells, although she didn't trust them had taken a liking to sansa.

'Love is not the thing he wants.' shae told her

'He is too old.' sansa told her. if only the girl knew the men that shae fucked in her life.

'They never see it that way.' shae informed her, 'he didn't ask you to do something for him to spy on someone?'

'No.' sansa confirmed.

'If he does ask you for anything or try anything-' shae said while fastening her dress closed '-if he tries to touch you I want you to tell me.'

'Why what will you do?'

'I will make him stop.' shae assured her. There was a knock at the door ser Loras Tyrell was announced

'Send him in,' sansa said happily and shae went to get the door

'Lady Sansa.'

'Ser loras.' Sansa blushed

'My sister invited to take air with her and our granddaughter the lady Olenna in the gardens... may I escort you to them?' Sansa smiled happily following him out.

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'Tyrion told me what you said, about his... friend.' Bronn noted coming up to Tya in the gardens. She lay on her back book above her head she dropped the book in her lap a smile appeared quickly hearing bronns voice. She sat up her legs stradled on either side of the bench.

'Yes well... good sister, remember?' Bronn sat next to her leaning back into her. she bit at her lip. She loved how forward he was. She kept her hands balancing her upright as he leaned his head back into her.

'God you always smell so good.' Bronn remarked. He sat up hearing footsteps approaching which tya was grateful for although she wished he wouldn't.

'but women in our position must make the best of it Our circumstances.'

'How do I make the best of my circumstances? I had to marry him.' Maergery held out the rose and sansa took it. Gently twirling the stem in between her fingers.

'Has lord Tyrion mistreated you? Has he been kind to you?' maergery questioned

'He has tried.' sansa admitted

'But you don't want him though...'

'He is a Lannister.' she reminded Maergery

'Far from the worst lannister though wouldn't you say?'

'I am sorry here I am complaining to you...'

'My son will be king, sons learn from their mothers and I plan to teach mine a great deal.' maergery told her 'and your son if I'm not mistaken, your son might be the Lord of Castlery rock and the north someday.... what?' maergery questioned seeing sansa disgusted face.

'My son....' sansa said 'with him... I'll have to... We will have to...' She felt sick to her stomach even thinking about it.

'If it is the pain you're worried about-'

'I'm not afraid of pain.' Sansa admitted 'not after what Joffrey has done to me.'

'Then what is it then? He was rather good looking even with the scar especially with the scar.' Margery told her

'He is a dwarf and loras... Loras.' Sansa said dreamily.

'Some women like tall men some women like Shortman some like hairy some like bald gentle, rough man ugly men, pretty girls. Most women do not get to know what they like until they tried it and sadly so many of us get to try so little before we are old and gray.' Maergery told her. 'Tyrion may surprise you from what I've heard he was quite experienced.'

'And that is a good thing?' Sansa asked incredulously

'It can be, you know we are very complicated beings pleasing us takes practice.'

'How do you know this? Did your mother teach you?'

'Yes sweet girl my mother taught me.' she lied.

'the new queen to be is right.' Tya said, as they girls passed by. 'We are hard to please.' She teased winking back at bronn before leaving. He took her spot flopping down on the bench, breathing in the vanilla fragrance she left in her wake.