Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Want - Part 2 - Bronn x Tyrion x Reader

Four of the Lannister bannermen surged forward; (Y/n) having to duck, weave and block as the quartet struck almost simultaneously. She had been practicing all day, fighting against any of the soldiers that would agree to match themselves against her. Her annoyance at Bronn for saying all that he had said, for insinuating that she was in some way jealous, that she wanted, desired him, evident on her every thrust and parry. Her strikes more forceful as she imagined that the bannermen were actually the rotten sellsword; that every time she bested one of them, she was wiping that smug grin off his face. And though she was tired; though her muscles ached and a sweat clung to her skin, she was not about to let these last four men, beat her. She had spent years building up a reputation of being a real threat with a blade. She had refused orders to stop the foolishness, and do what a lady was supposed to do, which was marry and bear her husband children. She had taken more than her fair share of bumps and bruises, of cuts and hard knocks. (Y/n) learning from each of her failures, she growing with each beat down. The men no longer laughing at her; no longer finding the thought of a woman fighting, amusing. The lady drawing out a dagger that had been concealed in the back of her belt. She using the cross guard to help her block an overhead strike, twisting the shorter blade, so that the hilt of the bannerman's sword was pulled from his hand, and thrown across the floor. Bending as far back as she could as another of the men swung his sword, completing the movement by sending her hands back with her, and using them to help her flip over. The point of her foot, kicking the first man in the face as she went. She not having noticed as she continued her duel, that she was being watched.

Bronn had been surprised in the beginning to find that there was a lady in Kings Landing that could fight.....that could really fight. Who could best men with a blade, rather than trying to just kick and bite. And as much as he hated to admit it; he begrudgingly had to say that she really was as good as she believed herself to be. That people were not merely amusing her. And the way that she moved, as she fought; how she could twist and turn, tumble and flip, meant that she had something that not even he could replicate. That he probably couldn't compete with. A smile coming to his lips, as she knocked the last man to the floor; each of them having to accept that they were the latest to have been beaten by a woman. And gods, she really was woman.

Despite how much she seemed to enjoy trying to rile him up; to mock him and make him look like a fool, Bronn had never been blind to her beauty. Nor to the figure that was accentuated by the tight leather breeches and corset she wore over a simple, pale shirt. The sellsword more than once looking for a whore that most closely resembled the lady, when he would find himself on the Street of Silk. He surprised how aroused he was by the thought of the woman being (Y/n); how hard he had not only taken the whore, but cum too.

"Haven't you got anything better to be doing........like making sure I am safe....?" Bronn not needing to look down to know that the little lord had come to join him.

"Is anyone threatening ya...........?"

"Not at this moment, no.........."

"Then ya safe. My job's done.........." The sellsword sniffed. Tyrion now also watching (Y/n), as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

"She really is beautiful, isn't she? You know, I used to want to marry her.......I believe that she would have made a good match. And I wouldn't have needed to employ you if (Y/n) was my wife........"

"Then why didn't ya.........?" Bronn finally turning his attention to the young lion.

"What else, but father. There was talk about her being wed to Jaime before he took the cloak at fifteen; (Y/n) may only be from a small House, but it is not insignificant, and her family was wealthy. The wealth passing to her when her family had died. Yet when I mentioned that I may be interested in a marriage; my father claimed that he would not burden such a noble woman with the likes of me. That he would not let me disgrace her, embarrass her with my drunken antics; nor humiliate her when I would undoubtedly bring whores into our marriage bed. That is why he allows her to be as she is, it is the way that he can keep her close, keep her loyal to the family, without having to wed her to me; or to himself......." Tyrion explained. He remembering back to when they were still both young; how he had thought his brother mad for becoming a Kingsguard instead of being betrothed to (Y/n). How he had prayed to the gods, to make his father change his mind; but it wasn't to be. And Tyrion had to suppose that it had all worked out for (Y/n); that she had been able to be what she had always desired to be, and not just a wife and breeding mare.

"Well......." Tyrion continued, doing his best to sound as cheery as possible.

"Just watching (Y/n) put her swords away is enough work for me for the day. Would you care to join me in a glass of wine, or several......." Bronn nodding, before pushing himself off the pillar that he had been leaning on. The notion of wine one of the best that he had heard all day. And then.....then perhaps a trip down into the city, to find a woman, that had a resemblance to (Y/n). And for the right price, would let him call her that, too.