Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Protest too much - Part 1 - Bronn x Reader

Bronn staggered sightly down the corridor as he made his way to Tyrion's rooms, still half drunk from the night before. He had meandered his way down to the Street of Silk, by himself; a rare occurrence, as the little lion would usually be by his side, but some family business, that the sellsword had no intention of getting involved with; nor in all honestly gave a shit about, had kept him away. Bronn having to admit that he could recall little of the night; though given that, he was sure that it must have been good.

"Bronn..........." A voice called out. He rolling his eyes and refusing to turn around as he heard footfalls quickly making their way toward him. The sellsword grumbling loudly, as a grinning woman came to his side.

"Bronn you look particularly haggard this morning.......more haggard than usual......if that's possible. Don't tell me.......another night of slaving away over a whore, was it? Or perhaps you were under this particular one. I have heard that Jacinda prefers to be in charge. Strange that, I would never have you down as being the kind of man that likes to be dominated by a woman in bed........or anywhere for that matter. Perhaps you were just tired, given all the strenuous work you do around here on a daily basis; like.........lifting wine goblets to your lips. Or maybe you just didn't fancy the idea of straining your drinking arm, so you got her to do everything instead........."

Bronn was not in the mood for this........in fact he was never in the mood for her. He and the female sellsword had been verbal sparring partners for years; and despite him trying to persuade Tyrion not to retain her services, once she had knocked the block of one of Shagga's Stone Crows, the biggest fucker she could find, of course; the little lord had offered her employment, and now Bronn was stuck with her.

"What tha fuck ya talkin about............"

"Oh, please Bronn, you really think anything in Kings Landing can be kept secret? Even your tawdry, pathetic little life is the stuff of gossip around certain parts of the city. You see whores not only listen, which is one of the reasons that Lord Baelish has a brothel, they also talk. Maybe not to you, other than making a few noises here and there to have you think you're doing a good job: but to other people, most certainly. People that are prepared to pay for certain information and just happen to learn things about you as a bonus. And given that, may I just say that when a feather becomes the whole chicken, it is no longer considered a kink, but a perversion....." Bronn stopping in his tracks, glaring at the smiling woman, about to reply until.........

"Anyway, interesting conversation as always Bronn; your dazzling intellect putting the rest of us mere mortal in the shade. But I really must be going. Unlike you, I actually have work to do. So, if you will excuse me......." She turning before making her way back down the corridor.

"Oh, and if you are looking for Tyrion, he is with the old man. May I suggest you go to the kitchens for your hair of the dog............."

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"Why couldn't I just have thrown her outta the Moon Door at tha same time as ser what's his face, couldn't give a fuck, while we were at the Eyrie.........." Tyrion doing his best not to laugh at the sellsword; this not the first time that Bronn had said that, nor the first time he had complained about (Y/n), the female sellsword that Tyrion had quickly learnt, as they had made their way to the Eyrie, had quite a history with Bronn; all of it quite acrimonious. And despite the fact that he had done his best to dissuade Tyrion from taking (Y/n) on as a second bodyguard; when they had fallen into the hands of the Hill tribe led by Shagga, and she had resoundingly beaten one of the Stone Crows for thinking that he could touch her, the youngest son of old Tywin knew that there was no one better to look after his wellbeing, than (Y/n). Bronn not needing to know that though.

"You know.........." Tyrion finishing off his drink.

"You really do protest too much about (Y/n). You are like a little boy that loves to tease and pull the pigtails of the girl that he likes, because he doesn't know how to profess his true feelings for her..........."

"Feelings.........? Feelings for (Y/n)......me? That sarcastic, arrogant, unscrupulous, boastful.........have ya lost ya mind........?" Bronn interrupted, as he sat forward in his chair. Tyrion not sure whether Bronn was talking about (Y/n) or himself.

"That damn woman has been a thorn in my side fa fuckin years. She's like you, just taller, female and good lookin............."

"Good looking...........?"

"What..........?"

"You said she was good looking............."

"No, I didn't............" Bronn protested, placing his still half full glass on the table in front of him.

"You, said she was taller, female and good looking..........." Tyrion continued, as he sat back and smiled. This the first time that Bronn had said anything about the way (Y/n) appeared, or anything positive about her, at all. The sellsword good at pointing out the things he believed that she lacked, why she wasn't as good as him; but anything other than that, no. And now to say that she was good looking..........Tyrion not able to question him any further, as Bronn got to his feet and left the room. The half full glass left on the table, causing a small smile to come to the little lord's lips.