Snow // Willas Tyrell // Oberyn Martell

39. Wildfire

'Wildfire...' Josie repeated. 

'Bronn gets to kill Lancel if he is lying so... a show either way.' Tyrion told her as they walked. 'what are you doing out here?'

'They keep a tighter leash on Sansa then I,' Josie told him. 'I needed to stretch my legs, one can only pretend to pray for so long.' Josie told them.

'you don't pray?' Bronn questioned.

'I do, not nearly as much as Sansa because what have the Gods ever done for me?' Josie told him. 'they allowed my father to lose his head, allowed Joffrey to berate and belittle and brutally-'

'Anymore B words and you are going to lose Bronn,' Tyrion warned.

'The Bitch of a sister of yours.' Josie said with a grin. 'she is going to be the death of us, so to keep from killing lions I have to explore.'

'Understandable.' Tyrion told her. 'I'm not on the lion kill list anymore though.' Tyrion said hopefully.

"You're just a little lion.' She reminded him running her fingers through his hair. 'I might even consider you a friend.' Josie told him and Tyrion's hand went to his heart.

"you hear that Bronn?'

"She said might.' Bronn reminded him.

'What are you doing out here?' Josie countered.

'Secret conversations about certain queen regents need to be kept away from the capitol... so back to business.' Tyrion told her and Josie nodded still not understanding. 'Stannis has more ships more fleets more armies than we have... what do we have?' Tyrion asked as they walked.

'That mind of yours that everyone keeps talking about?' Bronn suggested

'I've never been actually able to kill anyone with my mind.'

'good thing or else I would be out of the job.' Bronn remarked, 'and what a pity that would be to not see your gorgeous face every damn day snowflake." Bronn told her.

'Yes a real travesty.' Josie agreed. 'for you.' She added sweetly holding up her middle finger.

'oh this one has jokes.' Bronn noted. 'What about your father?' Bronn suggested.

'He hasn't sent a raven in weeks he is humiliated at being repeatedly humiliated by Robb stark.' Tyrion told him. 'we won't be able to hold the city not with the way joffrey-' Tyrion began but a speaker shouting, preaching in the streets caught his attention.

'CORRUPTION!'

'we reap what we sow and it is foul.' The man shouted 'Brother going to bed with sister, in the bed of kings and we are surprised that the fruit of incest is rotten?' A man shouted his people rallying around him. 'A rotten king!'

'Yes a rotten King!" the crowd agreed.

'Hard to argue with his assessment.' Tyrion agreed.

'After what he did to your birthday present...' Bronn remarked

'the king is a lost cause, it is the rest of us I am worried about now,' Tyrion told them.

'To a twisted demon monkey!' the man went on

'You have to admire his imagination' Tyrion said a small grin on his face as he listened to the man ridicule his elder sister.

'he is talking about you they think you are pulling the kings strings' Bronn informed him.

'Demon Monkey?' Josie said laughing. 'HA!'

'Blame me? I'm trying to save them.' Tyrion reminded him.

'you don't need to connive me. ' Bronn told him.

'Demon monkey?'

'Demon monkey' Josie said still laughing.

'Stop it.' Tyrion muttered pulling her along.

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'its beautiful.' Josie noted holding the jar delicately in her hand.

'I remember reading an old sailors proverb piss on wildfire and your cock burns off.' Tyrion said holding the little green jar. Josie's eyes went wide as she handed it back to the Pyro master.

'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 Josie chuckled as she walked down the halls, their voices echoing.

'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?' Tyrion questioned

'To be flung at the enemy.'

'How much do you have?' Tyrion questioned he moved to a separate storage, Josie followed along.

'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.'

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

'This man is very right though.' Josie added and the Master looked incredulously to her.

'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.'

'Listen to your commander, we don't want to burn the city, we want to save it.' Josie 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 Josie and Bronn stood back.

'One wrong move and they all fall to the floor and sets this place on fire in an instant.' Josie warned and Tyrion hesitated turning back to them. 'Just saying.' She added softly, Bronn smirked down at her.

'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.