Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

His lady - Bronn x Reader

Bronn looked up from the cup in his hand, as Tyrion laughed. The former sellsword, now Master of Coin, Lord of Highgarden, and Lord Paramount of the Reach, beginning to wish he hadn't said anything. Especially not to her brother.

"And what's so funny......?"

"You......." Tyrion retorted without a moment of hesitation.

"After everything you have ever done; after everything we have all been though. You still cannot talk to my sister.......I never thought I would see the day that you would be scared of a woman......."

"I am not scared........"

"That is not how it appears to me......You have known one another for years; met her the moment that we got to my father's war camp. And you still become someone I don't recognise, whenever you see her......." Tyrion continued. Chuckling to himself, before raising his glass to his lips.

Bronn knew he was right. He had had women.....lots of women......lots and lots of women, but not one of them ever affected him as (Y/n) did. She seeming to have this terrible habit of being able to turn him into a stumbling, fumbling mess, with just a smile. The favoured child of old Tywin, even possessing the ability to make him blush. Bronn for so long not wanting to think on what that meant. Not even when Tyrion had escaped, leaving her behind, along with a dead former lover, and their murdered father, and the then commander of the City Watch, had wanted nothing more than to give her some kind of reassurance, comfort, had he wanted to name it. But now.....he was no longer the man he had been. He had been given everything he wanted; everything he deserved, the castle, the titles.....the only thing missing....a lady. And what better lady than a lioness. Yet telling her that, admitting it to himself, never mind her.....now that was where he was struggling. Though he was sure the fact that his repeated calls for the brothels to be reopened, were not helping any. He knowing that she had said more than once that she would not suffer a husband, that thought he could frequent such places. That if she were to discover that she had been betrayed in such a way, with whore or mistress, said husband would be relieved of his genitals, and find them in Blackwater Bay. A threat that if it came from any other woman, he might find it ridiculous; but not when it came to (Y/n). A woman that had proved herself, more than once, to be the perfect mix of her brothers. Her mind as sharp as the blade that she wielded.

"I should be relieved that you can't speak to her. As her brother, I have always hoped for better, for (Y/n). It is only because of her and Jaime, that I managed to survive my childhood. If it had only been my father and Cersei, I do not believe that I would have lived more than a few summers. But......." Tyrion looking down into his cup for a moment, before turning his attention back to his old friend.

"Do you love her........?" The question sincere. There no mirth, nor mocking in his tone. The Hand of the King, watching as Bronn looked down into his own cup. The silence telling him, just as much as words could.

"Very well. But may I suggest that you learn to say it, before you meet my sister next......" Tyrion continued, before finishing his drink and getting down from his chair. The little lord making his way out of the room, to find Ser Podrick.

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"A meeting of the small council......?" (Y/n) asked, as she looked up at the Kingsguard.

"Yes, my lady. Your brother asked if I would come and get you....." Podrick replied. The woman that had been made Master of Laws by King Bran, quickly collecting some of her parchments and handing them to the Kingsguard. (Y/n) looking around the room for a moment to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, before turning back at Podrick.

"Well then, Pod. Let's not keep everyone waiting......." Podrick smiling and nodding, before following after her, out of the room.

"Do you know what it is about......?"

"No, my lady. Your brother just asked if you would come to the small council for a meeting......." (Y/n) nodding her head at the reply. A surprise meeting, not that unusual. There was still so much to do, so much to rebuild, that more than one meeting was often needed. She stopping as they finally got to the doors of the small council chamber. (Y/n) taking the parchments from Pod's arms, before he opened the door.

"Are you not coming in.......?"

"No, my lady. I have to.......go find Ser Davos......" The Kingsguard explained. Pod nodding before leaving her. (Y/n) just shaking her head, then entering the room. A smile coming to her lips, as she saw Bronn, sat at the table.

Bronn....what was there to say about Bronn. He had certainly risen in status since they first met. He going from scruffy sellsword, to Lord of Highgarden. Not that she cared about titles. Those things....power, titles, prestige, had all been her father's concerns. (Y/n) had only ever just wanted to be happy. And now, after travelling north with Jaime and fighting the dead army. After fighting at Kings Landing and finding the twins dead, with Tyrion; she had come to want that more than ever. She often having silly fantasise that Bronn might be the man that could help her find it. But she knew that it was foolish. For despite the fine clothes he wore, he was still Bronn. His desire for the brothels to be reopened, just proving that.

"Lord Bronn......"

"Lady Lannister......." (Y/n) shaking her head again, as she moved to take her usual seat next to him. She taken aback as he suddenly got to his feet. It true that Bronn had always been a little different around her but.......

Lips.....lips on hers. Her eyes growing wide as she suddenly realised what was happening. That Bronn was kissing her. Her hands seizing his robes, as he pulled her closer. Her body pushed back onto the table, and his now between her legs, which had automatically wrapped themselves around him. Notions of a meeting, long gone, as she moaned into his mouth; and his hands wandered her sides.

"Marry me.........?" Bronn asked, as he pulled away and looked down at her.

"Marry....me? You want to.........?"

"I love you.....have done fa so fuckin long. Marry me, become tha lady of Highgarden......"

"But....but the broth......."

"Fuck tha brothels. I'd rather have you any day......" Bronn interrupted, not about to lose the courage that he had found. The courage that he had needed to finally make her, his. (Y/n) gasping as his hand moved under her skirt. His rough palm inching down her thigh and then to her buttock, before gripping the cheek firmly. She looking up at him; it the sincerest she had ever seen Bronn look. A moan leaving her, as she felt him push up against her. It clear that the closeness, was not just having an effect on her.

"I can show ya why ya should marry me, if ya would like........" Bronn continued, his lips now next to her ear. Another moan escaping her, as he pushed his arousal right against her womanhood.

"But what.....what about the meeting......?" She managed to ask, as his lips found her neck.

"There is no meeting........" The reply came. (Y/n) suddenly having a feeling that Tyrion had had a hand in this and had dragged poor Podrick into the plan. She sure to have a word with her brother later. But for now........

"Then, I would like that very much........"