Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

The Hood - Part 5 - Tyrion x Bronn x Jaime x Reader

(Y/n) did her best to smile, as she made her way through the lords and ladies that had gathered for a pre-hunt celebration. Normally she wouldn't be there; she had no time and even less inclination for these kinds of things. No desire to be ogled by lords that were either looking for a mistress, or the Seven forbid, a wife; thinking that with just the right amount of flattery, they could get their hands on not only her, but her father's titles and land too. But as it was, the king had sent a special invite, and she had felt compelled to attend. A little part of her wondering if this was some tactic to once again try and prove that she was the Hood. Yet nothing had been said, and there was no sign of Ser Jaime, so........ In fact, she hadn't seen the Kingslayer since she had thrown him out of her home. The lady keeping the business of the Hood to a minimum for a while; but now, those still foolish enough to think they could take a shortcut through her woods, were back to paying for the privilege.

"I did not think that I would see you here.........." A voice came from behind her. (Y/n) turning to see Tyrion smiling up at her; another, taller, more weathered appearing man, close to his side.

"Tyrion.........it is so good to see you again." (Y/n) greeted cheerily, before bending down and kissing the diminutive lord on the cheek.

"Normally, I would not be here. I have little time for life at court, it bores me. But the king sent me a special invite, and I can only hope that it includes an offer to join the hunt tomorrow. A good ride through the Kingswood would do me the world of good. And even better if we bring home a stag or two. Though considering your brother has continued to let the real Hood slip through his fingers; perhaps the quarry for tomorrow will be man, rather than beast..........." (Y/n) chuckled. Still reveling in the notion that she had run rings around the Kingsguard.

"Ah yes, the Hood. I am afraid that roughen is still a sore point for not only my brother, but also my father. Though I must admit that I have a strange admiration for the bandit. I have heard some stories..........."

"Indeed. And what would those be..........?" (Y/n) interrupted, as she watched the youngest lion took a drink. Doing his best to conceal his smile behind the lip of his glass.

"Well, that the bandit was intelligent..........."

"I would say that he was undoubtedly that........" The lady agreed.

"What the Hoods skills with weapons, were second to none.............."

"One would hope so. Can't make much as a name for yourself as an outlaw if you can be killed by any soldier with a blade............" (Y/n) interrupted again. Doing her best to stop herself from smiling, as she saw a twinkle in Tyrion's eye.

"I had also heard that they are kind. That most of what the Hood and the others take, is distributed to the people of the village of the Kingswood. That they keep little, or nothing for themselves............."

"Personally, I would think that that was a good idea. Always good to keep the people on one's side. An outlaw would never know when they might need help, or somewhere to lie low. If you are good to the smallfolk, then they will be good to you..............."

"I have also heard that the Hood, is quite beautiful............" Tyrion added. The words eliciting a confused look from (Y/n).

"Beautiful..........? Well, I suppose a man can be described as beautiful. Though I would have thought that handsome......or.......rugged would be better. Though what interest a beautiful man could be to you...........unless you have lost your desire for the ladies in Lord Baelish's brothel, and turned your sights on stableboys and younger bannermen instead, like Loras Tyrell........." (Y/n) countered with a raised, questioning brow. The lord and lady looking at one another for a moment, before beginning to laugh.

"Anyway, less of thieves and bandit.........why don't you introduce me to your friend..........." She finally continued, as she turned her gaze to taller man.

"Of course, forgive me. Lady (Y/n) Fell of Felwood, I would like you to meet my man, Bronn..............."

"Bronn.......? Oh, you are the sellsword I have heard so much about............" (Y/n) smiled, as she reached out her hand. Bronn smiling back, a wicked look in his eye, as he kissed her knuckles.

"Ya heard of me...........?All good I hope............." The sellsword countered.

"No, not really. Even though I do my best to avoid coming into the city, it is hard not to overhear the servants sometimes, when they speak of a man that is single handedly not only trying to fuck his way through Kings Landing; but also, drink the cellars of the Red Keep dry. I mean, until you arrived, that was Tyrion's job............" The lady replied. Her laughter ringing out, as good red wine suddenly spurted from Tyrion's nose. The little lion struggling to breath, as he laughed along with her. Bronn not sure what to think, other than he had never heard a noble woman speak like that, before; and he quite liked her for it. (Y/n) patting her old friend on the back, as he started to turn a bright shade of red.

"Lady (Y/n).........." A voice suddenly said. Interrupting the laughter and allowing Tyrion to get his breath. The Hood's alter ego rolling her eyes, before she turned to find Ser Jaime in front of her. The Kingsguard giving her a bright smile, before taking her hand and kissing it.

"I am so glad that you could come." He continued, before (Y/n) pulled her hand away.

"Shall we dance..........?" The lady asked, as she turned her sights back to Tyrion. The little man looking between his brother and friend for a moment, before handing Bronn his cup and then offering (Y/n) his arm. Leaving the sellsword and the Kingslayer to watch as the pair made their way to join the others who were dancing.

"Never thought I'd see tha day that a woman wouldn't want ta see your golden cock.........." Bronn said, as he finished off the wine in the glass that Tyrion had handed him.

"But it looks like I was wrong..........." He continued with a sniff; before walking off, himself. Hoping to find a little more wine, and perhaps a woman that might like to help him with the stories that the lady had mentioned. Jaime only able to watch, as (Y/n) moved across the floor. The Kingsguard hoping that as the night didn't seem to be going as he had wished; then the hunt in the morning, might be the time to put his plan into action.