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Race to winterfell

Hi beauties 😊 this one is 1300 words, so I won't waste too much time getting into it. Enjoy! 🤍

disclaimer:I was super tired while writing this, please correct me if I have made mistakes 😅

As the winds start to pick up, i grew more and more anxious. And as if I couldn't get anymore uncomfortable, it had begun to rain.
Pour down, infact.
A loud boom, followed by a bright flash of light. Thunder and lightning. As a child it used to scare me, not anymore. Although it was evident my horse didn't feel the same way.
I was thrown from the saddle. Quickly getting to my feet to calm my horse. I traced the lines along his muzzle, pressing our foreheads together, telling him "it's just noise. that's all." over and over... he eventually calmed down.
I decided I would let my horse rest, so I set up camp, while battling against the harsh weather. I tried to light a fire, but I was unsuccessful, so I picked some fur pelts from my bags, and tried to warm myself up.

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The same thing happened for the next few weeks during my travel to Winterfell. Perhaps the gods were trying to tell me to turn back, or maybe I just had a stubborn horse. It took longer than planned, but I finally made it. And hopefully before Ser Bronn.

Now, i am already acquainted with the Lady Sansa Stark, so I was welcomed at the gates to Winterfell.

"I mean, Daenerys, she just doesn't seem as great as everyone makes her out to be y/n-"
shit. I must have zoned out, after all I only had one thing on my mind.
"I'm sure it will all work out in the end" I assure, squeezing her hand gently to calm her thoughts. "however, i must really find my brothers, Sansa-"
She nodded, thankfully, and pointed me towards what I presume was my brothers chambers.

A sigh escapes my mouth as I ready myself to enter. I hold my blade against my hip, it's crafted with damascus steel and obsidian. The mix of materials swirling beautifully together, such beauty behind such a dangerous instrument. I'm ready.

3.

2.

1.

I burst through the door, with a smile that shortly fades, as i realise I did not infact, win the race to winterfell. shit.

Plan B time. Act clueless, be the idiot I want him to believe I am.
"Ser Bronn?" I ask, making sure i stumble over my words.
"Princess-" He also stammers, I've caught him by suprise here. Plan B is going well.
He turns to me, and I see a weapon.

There it is, the crossbow that started this all.
I Gasp, loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to reveal my foolish act.
"wh-what are you doing?" I say
"I am returning a favour, by order of the Queen of Kings Landing" A smug smile appears on his face.
He enrages me.
"perhaps you would want to take a seat.. with your brothers" He gestures with the crossbow.
"Uh, okay-" I sigh, as I take my time walking over to my brothers, assessing the situation.
I notice they are drunk, which is super stupid and inconvenient for their sake.
Bronn chuckles as I walk past him, this was enough to induce anger within me, I'm reverting back to plan A. Kill the sellsword.

I swiftly take a swipe at his neck with my blade, only for him to dodge it and take it from my hands.
"nice blade, stupid girl-" His eyes are now filled with fire. But I'm not done. We tussle for a few seconds, while my drunk brothers sit and hide from crossbow that is still pointed towards them on the table.
After a while, being the cheater he is, Bronn had me tied in the chair after tripping and tackling me. I sat beside my brothers, while listening to him mumble things like "you insufferable woman" and "I knew you couldn't be trusted"
The crossbow that was meant for my brothers was now aimed at me.
"go on, do it!" I growl, evidently growing angrier by the minute.
Our breaths even fighting against eachother as he kneeled down to my level, staring into my eyes.
His eyebrows soften, and his eyes grow cold once more. the fire disappears, and his heavy breath shallows.
He fires an arrow at a pillar next to Jaime, which instantly sobers him as he shouts , "HEY"

He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill me.

He walks out of the room, with his crossbow still aimed at my brothers, but his eyes not leaving mine for a second. Just as he turns to leave, he huffs and throws my blade on the floor.

After Jaime finally gained enough strength to stand up, he untied me, gave me my blade, and hugged me for the first time in what felt like forever.
"the fight against the dead is tomorrow. You should go rest. You will stay in the crypts tomorrow with Sansa, you will be safe there." Jaime mumbled, Tyrion humming in agreement.
"you know I cannot. I will be on that battlefield tomorrow, fighting right beside you, like the old days." I offer a smile, as I remember the good times when we used to win battles as a family.
He let out a sigh, and nodded.

I quickly made sure my brothers were okay, before rushing out the door to find the bastard sellsword.
I heard heavy footsteps amongst the snow and gravel. I knew it was him.
I no longer felt the cold of the harsh Northern weather, as a fire now took over me. Rage.
I run up to the man for one final time, grunting as I tackle him to the ground.
"You- you fucking idiot-" hushed thuds hit his chest as I make an effort to hurt him.
" I heard about your foolish deal with Cersei. You snake-"
He just lays there.
My eyes now fill with water, as I realise I'm doing no damage. This man is stronger than I remember.

Still he just lays there.
"why aren't you doing anything now? huh?!"
I cry. At this point I have run out of energy, so i stay sat on top of him, with my blade against his neck once more, I made sure he couldn't move, so I could get an answer out of him.

"you aren't supposed to be here!" he says.
"you aren't- you weren't supposed to see that, i was never goin to kill them anyway, just scare em into giving me a better deal" he continues. " But after seeing you in the tavern.. and now here? i realised i didnt need any of it anymore.. if i could have you"

wait, what?

We stay still, neither one of us talking, or moving.. or thinking.

By the gods. I can't kill the man either.

When I look into his eyes I see the man I've spent a good few years with, perhaps some of the best. He saved my brother at the Eyrie. He saved my neice in Dorne. We spent endless nights talking, laughing, and drinking. We have fought battles together. We shared nights together after my father passed, he consoled me.
He was a good man at heart. It was just hidden under that foolish sellword act.

We have history, perhaps we could have a future... if we don't kill eachother.

"well?" His luscious dornish accent pulls me from my memories.
"you can't do it either can you,- Can You?!" he pulls me closer. His eyes now flickering with something I haven't seen before. Something quite... beautiful.

wait. his luscious accent? His beautiful eyes?
I'm complementing him now?
what is happening to me?

We collide, no longer fighting. We share a kiss. Something that seems so long awaited. Something i didn't realise I needed so bad.

It's passionate, rough. I'm sure the heat radiating from us had melted the snow surrounding us at this point. It lasted a while, long enough for us both to be totally out of breath when we finally broke apart.

He uses his strong arms to sit himself up, as we stay as close to eachother as possible, our bodies never leaving eachothers embrace. His hands reach up as he looks me in the eyes and suggests;
"we should share this last night together, before the battle tommorow"

My head instantly nods in reply, as a huge, warm smile appears on my face. We walk to his chambers together, hand in hand, both realising what we finally had...

We had Eachother.

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wowee. Im tired. Its probably awful. I've got college in the morning. But I do know I love bronn hehe.