'How many Dornish men does it take to fuck a goat?' Bronn said and Tyrion let out a huff of a breath. This was turning out to be a long morning.
'Please don't.' Tyrion begged, Bronn sat down on a stump by a tree leaning against it.
'it seems to me a smart place to meet travelers is in a tavern that way one parties late the other party can drink some ale inside.' Bronn remarked.
"I met Podrick in a bar, tavern, your lingo still confuses me." Storm admitted.
"And although this gorgeous creatures company would make the wait better, she is smitten with that one for some unknown reason to I." Bronn went on.
"I could name the reasons but Podrick is easy to make blush I don't want to embarrass him." Storm remarked.
'It is the prince of Dorne we are waiting for.' Tyrion reminded him 'not to sell sword friend.'
'If he's so damn important why did they send you to meet him?' Bronn questioned.
''There is bad blood between the Martell's of Dorne and the Lannister's of Castlery rock for years.' Tyrion told them.
'And just in case the Martel's of Dorne spill some Lannister blood it might as well be yours?' Storm suggested Tyrion glanced back at her and she offered him a sweet smile as she leaned into Podrick.
''I also happen to be a skilled diplomat.' Tyrion reminded stiffly.
"You don't to convince us." Storm remarked bringing a fist up to cover her yawn. "Bronn is your muscle, I'm here to make sure your skilled diplomacy doesnt get my Podrick hurt."
"My Podrick." Podrick whispered happily.
"He is putty in your hands." Tyrion remarked.
"On the contrary, I'm putty in his." Storm remarked leaning back into him. Tyrion stared up at them and wondered if Sansa and him could ever get a fraction of that one day. That lovesick need for the others company and touch. He didnt think so.
'Here we are.' Tyrion said noting the horses coming up the trail 'can you read the sigils?' Bronn looked ahead. Tyrion, Bronn and Podrick stood at attention as the dornish approached.
"You guys like to make an entrance." Storm remarked resting her chin on podrick's shoulder, her hands around his waist.
'yellow balls.' Bronn said squinting into the distance
'Lemon trees house thorn of lemon wood.' Podrick answered. 'A vulture grasping a baby in its talons house Blackmore.' Podrick said reading them off as they got closer 'crown and skull the leaders of King Gray.'
'The boy knows his Dornish houses.' Tyrion applauded
'I know the sigils.' Bronn said stiffly.
"I don't," Storm remarked. "But little lord seems impressed, but I already knew you were wonderful." Storm whispered kissing Podrick's cheek.
''And House Martell a red sun pierced by a spear?' Tyrion questioned
'I don't see it my Lord.' Podrick told him.
'Well met my lords.' Tyrion said stepping forward 'your grace king Joffrey welcomes you in his name and my Lord Hand father sends his greeting as well I am Tyrion Lannister of castlery rock master of coin.' They just stared down at him. 'Forgive me.' Tyrion said looking them over 'I don't see Prince Doran in your company.'
'The princes ales have forced him to stay at Sunspear he sent his brother Oberyn in his place to attend the royal wedding in his stead.' Prince Doran was the stable Martell but Oberyn was known to be trouble.
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Treacherous // Podrick Payne
FanfictionSomething always goes wrong with the umbrella academy like landing themselves in a whole new reality. Westeros. ☂ Podrick meets a woman that leaves him completely speechless with her confidence and charisma but she is much more than a pretty face...
