(Y/n) was not one to drink, she had seen what wine and ale had done to her older sister, what it had done to Robert, seen the effects of it on her brother Tyrion and so many others; but this evening, this evening she had had enough, and the pain that coursed through her was getting too much to bare, a pain that only got worse when she was near him, when she saw him around so many other women.

She knew it was foolish to care for him, she knew of his reputation with the fairer sex, she had been warned enough times about it by Tyrion; but there was something about the man, something about his wicked tongue and the sparkle in his eyes, something about the way he walked and how he would always seem to magically appear whenever she needed him.

Pouring herself another glass of Arbor gold, (Y/n) leaned back in the chair her eyes surveying the scene; she had never been in a brothel before, in fact she had never really left the Red Keep before, her father doing all he could to keep her away from all that may spoil the only child he loved, so the fact that she was now here, a place that she knew her father would hate, made her giggle slightly.

For so long she had been hidden away, a captive animal that was kept away from the real world, shielded by a father that wanted to sell her into marriage to the right house so that he could further cement his own power and fortune.

She had had to laugh to when she heard her father was considering a match with Loras Tyrell for her, for even she, as much of a prisoner as she was in the Red Keep, had heard of the rumours that spread like wildfire about Loras, and if her father wished for more grandchildren, then Loras was most definitely not the one to give them to him if the stories were true. 

As she sat at the table, swaying with the effects of the alcohol that was currently clouding her mind, she couldn't help but giggle at the insanity of it all, the insanity of her life, the insanity of loving a man she knew she could never have, wishing she could be more like Tyrion, wishing she could do whatever she wanted without interference.

Ignoring the inquisitive looks of the others in the brothel, she was filled with glee at the knowledge of how she had escaped her cage, how she had avoided anyone that may stop her, and how she was in a place she knew that her father would hate beyond belief.

"More wine!" (Y/n) slurred slightly, as a young woman came to the table to clear away the empty jug that seemingly moments before was filled with the best wine that Littlefingers cellar had to offer.

"My lady (Y/n), I wouldn't recommend that." A smooth voice said, as a dark mass seemed to instantly appear to her side like an ominous raven.

Normally Petyr wouldn't care about how much someone had to drink, it was more coin in his purse, and the alcohol loosened peoples tongues; but unlike her brother, (Y/n) was a dangerous Lannister to have around, there were not many as prized in the Seven Kingdoms as she, and if anything were to happen to the old lions golden child, then Petyr knew that Tywin's revenge would be swift and deadly.

"Ah, Lord Baelish. Is my gold not good enough for you? You are more than happy to take my brothers, so what is wrong with mine? Maybe it would make you feel better if I had one of your whores by my side, or is my gold not good enough for that either?" (Y/n) scoffed angrily, trying to blow away a long length of golden hair that had slipped from her braid and was now invading her hazy glare.

For once Petyr was taken aback, he had never heard (Y/n) speak in such a manner. Normally she was sweet and kind, the complete opposite of Cersei, with a quick wit and intelligent mind, usually she was a true lady, and despite Petyr's more than dubious reputation, he and (Y/n) seemed to strangely get along, the whoremonger annoyingly having to admit to himself that he had a real fondness for the lioness.

"(Y/n), I think that it is about time that I had you escorted back to the Keep, I am sure that your father is worried." Petyr said quietly, trying to cajole the swaying woman from her seat.

"Ha! The only thing that my father is concerned about is that I may lose my virginity before he has time to sell it, worried that he will get less of a price if I have been plucked before my wedding night; but I am sick of doing what my father wants, so I am sure that one of the men around here would be willing to deflower me." (Y/n) told him as she poured the contents of her purse onto the table in front of her, the dragon gold glinting and chinking as it hit the wooden surface.

Petyr shook his head as (Y/n) picked up a coin and threw it at him, the golden circle landing at his feet.

"Normally that is all you seem to care about, Master of Coin, so what makes my money different from everyone else's?" (Y/n) asked, as she swallowed the last of the wine, banging her glass on the table.

"More wine!" (Y/n) demanded, as she threw yet another coin at Petyr's feet.

Reluctantly Petyr nodded to the young woman who placed a full jug on the table, scurrying away as the normally placid lioness seemed to growl. Grabbing the young woman's arm, Petyr pulled her into the shadows, out of the way of (Y/n)'s prying ears.

"Send someone to the Keep, I need to get her out of here before Tywin finds out. Get her brother, Bronn, I don't care who it is, I just want someone to take her home before something happens." Petyr hissed, pushing the girl away, his eyes falling on (Y/n), wondering what could possibly have happened to make the sweet woman turn into a drunken demon.

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"What do ya mean, Lady Lannister is at the brothel?" Bronn asked, as he and Tyrion looked at one another in disbelief, neither of them sure how (Y/n) had managed to get out of the Keep, and not sure why she would have gone to one of the many brothels on the Street of Silk.

"I only knows what I was told, Sers. Lady Lannister is drunk and at the brothel; Lord Baelish wants someone to come and get er." The man replied, relieved that he had so easily found the two men he had been sent to find.

Bronn rushed through the dark streets with Tyrion in tow.

"How in tha name of tha Seven Hells did (Y/n) get outta the Keep?" Bronn grumbled absentmindedly, not even aware that he had actually asked the question out loud.

"Well you know how resourceful she is, and with all of fathers talk about marriage to Loras Tyrell she has begun to grow more and more unhappy. I am sure that she already has her eye on someone, but no matter how many times I have asked, she still refuses to tell me anything." Tyrion said, nearly falling over his own feet as Bronn came to an abrupt stop.

"Yah sister has er eyes on someone?" Bronn enquired, concern instantly filling his mind at the idea that his beautiful bird was interested in another man.

Bronn was worried, he had loved (Y/n) from the first moment he had seen her standing to her father's side in the Lannister camp in the Riverlands, her soft sweet smile ensuring, that despite what he had told Tyrion about him only working for him for the money, he would have worked for Tyrion for free for the rest of his life as long as he knew that he could remain by her side.

He would be the first to admit that he had spent many a night with many a woman since he had met (Y/n), but he knew that the chances of actually calling her, his, were non-existent, instead being forced to watch his bird in a gilded cage from afar, only getting the chance to speak with her when she was able to spend time with Tyrion.

"My sister may be a prisoner, but she has eyes and her own mind, whether my father likes it or not; she is surrounded by men at the Red Keep, and I am more than sure that a number of them have their eyes firmly set on her." Tyrion chuckled, as he began to walk towards the brothel, the young man trying to hasten the two along their way.

"But why is she in a brothel getting drunk?" Bronn asked, as he rushed up to Tyrion's side.

"Of that I am not sure; but father has been mentioning the match to Loras more and more." Tyrion told him, both men's eyes growing wide in disbelief as they walked through the door of the brothel to see (Y/n) slumped at a table a glass in her hand.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?" Tyrion asked, as he pulled up a chair next to her, concern evident in his voice as he looked at (Y/n)'s tear soaked face.

"What does it look like? I'm getting drunk, and there is nothing that you can do about it." (Y/n) indignantly slurred, not seeming to notice that Bronn was stood behind her, doing his best to stop her from toppling over.

"That's all very well and good, but why are you getting drunk." Tyrion asked, trying not to laugh as (Y/n) dropped her chin onto the table.

"Because." (Y/n) began, looking up at her brother as he placed his hand over hers.

"Because, why?" Tyrion enquired, watching as the tears slowly began to fall from (Y/n)'s eyes.

"Because I don't want to marry Loras Tyrell, I don't want to leave Kings Landing, and most of all because I can't be with him." (Y/n) sniffed, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. 

"Him? Him who?" Tyrion asked, his eyes lighting up at the knowledge his assumptions were correct.

"Bronn." (Y/n) declared with a sigh, both men staring at one another, unable to believe what they had just heard.

"Did you just say Bronn?" Tyrion enquired, a little part of him hoping that he had heard wrong.

"Are you drunk, or are am I speaking another language? Yes Bronn, beautiful, sarcastic, funny, wonderful Bronn." (Y/n) declared, a sad smile crossing her lips as she thought about the man, she had no idea was listening to her confession.

Tyrion shook his head, slowly rubbing his forehead; he knew deep down that (Y/n) cared for the sellsword, he knew that despite all his warnings about Bronn's reputation, when (Y/n) had set her mind on something, it didn't matter how much anyone tried to talk her out of it, she would have what she wanted.

"I love him, Tyrion. I know I shouldn't, I know he doesn't care for me, I know he has so many women that he never gives me a second thought; but it hurts when I see him ogling some woman, when he's talking to them, when he's in here spending his nights with them. I want it to be me that he wants to spend time with, I want him to love me, but instead I am going to be sold to the Tyrell's as a breeding cow to a man that will be more interested in his stableboys than me." (Y/n) told him, as Tyrion moved the overflowing glass out of his sister's reach.

"Why don't you tell him?" Tyrion asked, looking between (Y/n) and the man that stood behind her.

"Because, because he's not the kind of man to want to settle down with one woman, especially if that woman is me, he has so many to choose from, and I am nothing special; and can you imagine what father would say if I told him that I don't want to marry Loras, that I don't want to be used as a pawn in his little game, that I want to marry a simple sellsword who has the manners of a billygoat, the reputation of a street cat, and the morals of a snake? No. I know I'll never be happy with Loras, that I'll probably never have children; but at least Bronn will never know how I feel, and I am sure he won't even notice when I have left for Highgarden." (Y/n) said sadly, as she tried to stand only to sit back down again quickly as her head began to spin.

"(Y/n), you are my sister and I love you a great deal but promise me that you will never drink again." Tyrion chuckled, as he tried to help (Y/n) to her feet, signalling for a shocked Bronn to stay in the background, as the young man that had brought  him and Bronn to the brothel helped steer the very drunk (Y/n) back to the Keep.

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(Y/n) groaned as the first rays of the new day appeared through the window softly lighting up her room, the pain in her head worse than anything she had ever felt. Quickly finding a pillow to cover his head, she shielded her eyes from the bright light, groaning loudly as her head throbbed and body ached.

Slowly (Y/n) removed the pillow, her eyes creeping open presuming that somehow, she had managed to find his way to the Keep and into her bed, struggling to actually remember anything she had done after the first jug of wine

"Good morning (Y/n), and how are we this morning?" Tyrion asked with a chuckle as he sat by her side.

"How do you do this; how do you wake up like this every morning? I swear to all the gods that I am never going to drink again." (Y/n) groaned, as she tried to sink further into the bed.

"Good, you make a terrible drunk, and you get used to it, believe me." Tyrion said, handing (Y/n) a glass of water.

"What happened last night? I can't remember anything?" (Y/n) enquired, rubbing her temples with her fingers, fighting for any relief from the pounding inside her skull.

"Well, we were called to the brothel as Baelish was afraid of what father would do if he found you there, and we made sure that you got back to the Keep safely." Tyrion informed her, grinning as (Y/n)'s head suddenly shot up, staring into her brother's eyes.

"I didn't say anything foolish, did I? I mean...... I didn't say anything I shouldn't have, did I?" She said, moaning loudly as he saw the look on Tyrion's face.

"Oh no, what did I say?" (Y/n) asked, her eyes falling to the floor, desperate not to meet her brother's gaze.

"Well, you confessed to Bronn that you loved him, you also told him that he had the manners of a billygoat, the reputation of a street cat, and the morals of a snake; but strangely enough I don't think he minded about that part." Tyrion chuckled, as (Y/n) fell back onto the mattress, pulling the covers over her head, hoping that the ground would swallow her whole.

"I think that someone might want to talk to you." Tyrion said, reaching up his hand and slowly pulling the covers from (Y/n)'s head, (Y/n) sighing as her eyes fell on Bronn.

After the two had watched Tyrion leave, Bronn turned to (Y/n).

"Did ya mean it, (Y/n)? Do ya really love me" Bronn asked, as he cautiously brushed some stray golden hair behind her ear. 

"I er....... well...... I ......." (Y/n) tried to explain, but as she seemed to have strangely lost the power of speech, she resorted to a simple nod.

"Good. Then I can do this." Bronn said, as he leaned in, placing his lips on hers.

As he pulled away, (Y/n) let out a soft moan, as the warmth of his rough lips left hers, and then a groan as her head reminded her of the thumping pain that was banging around on the inside of her skull. 

"You lass are tha most beautiful woman I ave ever met; ya perfect in every way, and too good fa a man like me. I don't deserve ya, I don't deserve ta be loved by a woman like you; but if ya love me, then I will go ta ya father and tell him that we want ta be together, that ya don't want ta marry Loras. I might not be tha best man, I might have nothin ta me name, but I promise that I'll never hurt ya, and that I'll always look afta ya." Bronn promised, smiling as (Y/n) took his face in her hands.

"We will face my father together, we will tell him together, and even if he never speaks to me again, even if he banishes me from Kings Landing, as long as I'm with you I don't care. Now come and lay beside me and tell me how to get rid of this terrible pain in my head." (Y/n) chuckled softly, as Bronn lay behind her, holding her in his arms, and telling her about all the times he had drunk far too much.

(Y/n) smiled as Bronn's breath fanned across her neck; it was true that he had the manners of a billygoat, the reputation of a street cat, and the morals of a snake, but he was hers and she would love him no matter what.