Ok so if Bronn is a bit OOC I apologise, but I just wanted to make this all nice and fluffy and sweet cos I loooooooove Bronn. 😉

Bronn held tightly to the precious creature that lay next to him. He had loved her for so long; as soon as he met her when she was nothing more than a child he had instantly fallen in love. He knew it was wrong, and he tried to fight it but he was always drawn back to her.

As much as he tried to stay away, she would follow; her big doe eyes always on him. Every time he turned around, she was right there next to him, like a faithful hound following its master; so soon he stopped trying, giving into his need to be near the beautiful girl.

(Y/n) was the bastard daughter of Tyrion Lannister and a lady of the court; when her mother died during childbirth, Tyrion had more than happily taken charge of his daughter, legitimising her straight away, despite Cersei and his father's objections.

(Y/n) was as beautiful as her mother had been; her long black hair and alabaster skin were her mother's twin, but her bright green eyes gave away her lineage. Like Tyrion she was intelligent, quick, and witty; always ready with a comeback for one of her father's or Bronn's quips.

She was every inch the lady, preferring to spend her time with her head in books rather than with a sword in her hand. The only time she was interested in the sword was when Bronn was wielding one in the practice yard. She would sit and watch him, cheering for him every time he vanquished his opponent. He had known many women in his life, but she was different; her attention would always make him feel special and he would puff out his chest in pride as he saw her cheeks would redden when he caught her eye. Bronn knew that every young man had his eyes firmly set on the young beauty, but nothing they did seemed to attract her; she had interest in only two men, her father and her protector Ser Bronn.

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A big celebration was planned for the evening, (Y/n) was coming of age and finally considered a woman in the eyes of all. Despite Cersei's objections, Jaime had insisted that their niece should receive only the best. Cersei had never liked the fact that Jamie seemed to have more than a familial affection for the young woman, finding herself more than jealous of the flowering beauty. Tyrion and Bronn had also noticed her uncle's affections for the girl and made it a point to be by her side whenever he was around.

"Father, will Ser Bronn be at the celebrations this evening?" (Y/n) asked, as she sat on the floor next to his chair. Tyrion chuckled as he tucked a few stray long black hairs back behind her ear.

"Even if I chained him up and locked him in the dungeon, Bronn would still find a way to be by your side today, as every day."  Tyrion told her. 

Tyrion watched as his daughter's cheeks turned the softest shade of red. He was more than aware of his daughter's affections for Bronn; even from a young age she had told her handmaidens that she would one day marry the much older man. Tyrion had been unhappy when he had been informed of his daughter's feelings for the sellsword, especially as he knew of Bronn's reputation with women; but as the years had gone by, and Bronn had shown nothing but respect, love and care for his daughter, his attitude had changed. He knew that Bronn would give his life to protect his (Y/n).

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As the handmaidens scurried around adding the finishing touches to the young woman for the celebration, there was a knock at the door. The sound of giggles from the handmaidens echoed through the room as the door was opened to reveal the visitor. Bronn was dressed in his finest clothes, despite his dislike for such frippery he was determined that he would look his best for (Y/n).

He looked over at her as an elderly woman pinned the final strands of her hair into the elaborate design on top of her head. Bronn's eyes grew wide as he could feel his heart pound violently in his chest. Never before had he felt so out of control of his own body and emotions; in battle he was always cool and calm, every strike, every blow was an elaborate dance, every movement natural, second nature; he never lost control.

Now here he was, unable to move, barely able to breath, his heart threatening to break out of his rib cage; and it was all due to the woman in front of him. Her smile had grown wider as he stepped into the room, her eyes seemed to grow brighter as they met his. He took in every aspect of her; her plump pink lips, the dark red and gold gown that hugged her every curve, her breasts full and supple, and her exposed swanlike neck that just begged to be kissed.

(Y/n) ushered out the maids who whispered to one another as they walked past Bronn.

"Hello Bronn, I thought my father was going to escort me to the celebration."

Bronn bowed. "I'm sorry milady but I'm afraid that you'll have to make do with me instead."

(Y/n) giggled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him further into her room, sitting him down next to her on the bed.

"Since when have you ever called me milady, Bronn? You've called me by my name for as long as I can remember, and I'm certainly no lady, so don't start that foolishness."

Bronn laughed and took her hands in his as he moved closer to her.

"I have something for you (Y/n)." Bronn said as he placed his hand in his pocket bringing out a small box. She opened it, her hands shaking slightly as she saw the ring inside, the multiple precious stones sparkling gently in the candlelight that lit the chamber.

"Bronn it's....... it's beautiful. I couldn't possibly accept it; it must have cost a king's ransom."

Bronn took the ring from the box and placed it on her finger.

"Its beauty pales into insignificance next to you, and you are worth all the gold and gems in the Seven Kingdoms. It is a promise ring (Y/n); I promise that I will always protect ya, be there for ya, love ya and be faithful only to you. I also promise that I will one day replace it with a wedding ring."

Bronn leaned over and placed a chaste kiss against her lips.

"B-b-bronn, did you just say that you wanted to marry me?" (Y/n) asked, not believing what she had just heard.

Bronn pulled her closer, wrapping his strong arms around her and kissing her gently on the forehead.

"If ya father will allow it, yes."

"Don't you think its more important that I allow it?"

Bronn chuckled. "I thought that might be a given love, seeing you've loved me for as long as I've loved you."

"You're awfully confident of yourself Ser Bronn." (Y/n) said, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck.

"You wouldn't want me any other way love."

(Y/n) looked up into his eyes. "You know, the celebration doesn't start for a while yet, and I am officially a woman now." She said, pulling Bronn down on top of her.

"Is that right milady?" Bronn replied before kissing her lips.

                                           **** 3 Years Later ****

The Maestre strode out of the bedchamber over to an anxious man.

"Ser Bronn, it's a boy congratulations. You may see your wife now."

Bronn rushed into the chamber to find an exhausted (Y/n) nursing their son.

"Bronn, love, look he's so beautiful." (Y/n) said looking into the green eyes of their son.

"That's cos he takes after his mother." Bronn said, sitting on the bed, engulfing his wife and son in his arms.

"So love, what do we call him." Bronn asked.

"I was thinking Caspian?" (Y/n) said as more of a statement than a question.

Bronn mussed for a moment, smiling down at the two most important people in the Seven Kingdoms.

"Ser Caspian? It has a ring to it." He chuckled, kissing his son on the head.

(Y/n) removed the promise ring that now hung on a chain around her neck and placed it over the head of her son.

"We promise that we will always protect you, always be there for you, and always love you." (Y/n) said, repeating the words that Bronn had said to her years before.

Bronn kissed her lips and looked into her eyes.

"Always love, always."