For MikyMouse84

Once again, it had been proved that gold could get you anything. Tyrion, with the right amount of monetary persuasion, had been able to find a man with a horse and cart, that would be willing to drag Bronn's inebriated carcass into the back of his wagon, before they made their way back to the keep. The little lord amazed when the sellsword had begun to sing something about a court jester and a rather accommodating barmaid, given the fact that it appeared that he would be unconscious until the next afternoon. Though Tyrion realised that he should have known better; the sellsword's capacity for alcohol, very much rivalling his own. Not that the youngest Lannister had really been drinking; it obvious that Bronn had not needed a drinking partner, but a listening ear. And that was what Tyrion had done......listened. Listened and truly really come to believe that Bronn not only loved (Y/n); but that (Y/n) also loved Bronn. The only things keeping them apart.......sheer bloody mindedness, the sellsword's rather less than stellar reputation with women, and (Y/n)'s deep need to find love and not to have her heart broken.

Love had always been a difficult thing for the Lannisters; neither Tyrion nor (Y/n) had had the chance to know the love of a mother. (Y/n) too young when he had been born, to remember anything about Joanna. And after her death, their father had gone to Kings Landing, leaving all of his children with servants at Casterly Rock; not that Tywin would probably have been a loving father if he had remained in the ancestral home. The only thing that the old man was good at, showing his disappointment in them. And then there had been Cersei and Robert; a more loveless marriage you would probably struggle to find. Jaime had seemingly thought so little of the notion of possibly finding someone to love, that he had become a Kingsguard. As for him, well, there had been Tysha; not that he was about to go into that. A part of Tyrion having to think that the whole damn lot of them, had been cursed. Yet another little part of him did hope that perhaps a normal, happy life was not out of (Y/n)'s grasp. That given she already had two beautiful children, all she needed was for either she or Bronn to take that last real step and admit that there had been something more between them than just sex, for some time, even before the twins were born. And that all they had to do was trust one another and try.

"Milord........." The sound of the wagon driver's voice making Tyrion realise that they had already arrived at the castle; and that Bronn was now sat on the cobblestones of the courtyard singing at the top of his lungs, this time about a lord, his lady, a stable hand and a chambermaid. Tyrion sure that he would have found the whole thing much more amusing, if he had also consumed his own body weight in wine. Bleary-eyed, half-dressed servants and bannermen coming from inside the keep to see what all the noise was, as Tyrion passed the driver his coins, before struggling to climb down from the cart.

"Bronn.........."

"No.....I'm Bronn. You........you are.......an annoying little shit.........." The sellsword replied. Tyrion rolling his eyes as he came to stand next to Bronn.

"Yes. Thank you so much for that astute observation. Now, why don't we get you inside, before you not only wake the whole of the castle up, but quite possibly the whole of Lannisport, too." The little man replied, gesturing to two men to help get Bronn up from the floor. Both of them moving back as the sellsword produced a dagger, waving it at them, before he somehow managed to get to his own feet.

"Touch me, and I'll gut ya like frogs........."

"Fish........gut them like fish.........." Tyrion corrected, Bronn turning to look at his for a moment, before his attention went back to the bannermen.

"Frogs, fish, who gives a fuck. Either way, both these cunts die......" Bronn warned. A smile gracing his weathered features, as the two men stepped back.

"I am not leaving here until I see (Y/n)..........not until she lets me see my children, again. Not until she agrees ta fuckin marry me......." The sellsword explained, before dropping back to his backside on the floor.

"(Y/N)! I KNOW YA CAN HEAR ME...........I WANT TA SEE YA.......TA SEE OUR CHILDREN............" Bronn bellowed. Tyrion looking around and seeing the servant and soldier's looking at one another. He well aware of some of the talk that had been heard in Kings Landing, talk that had obviously made its way there. The suppositions about why she had been sent away from the capital; and then about who the father of her child might be, still rife before he and Bronn had even left to journey to Casterly Rock. Yet now, Bronn had just put an end to the rumours; all that had not known, or not thought that the sellsword might be the sire of the twins, now were well aware of whom the lady had given herself to; whom she had lost her virtue to. Tyrion sure that the new information would make its way with all haste to Kings Landing; sure, that their father would be less than happy with the revelation.

Suddenly, everything went quiet. Tyrion turning as a broad smile came to Bronn's lips. The little lord only able to imagine what his sister was feeling, as she appeared in the courtyard in nothing more than her nightgown. The fire in her eyes, the fiercest that Tyrion had ever seen.

"There she is........have ya ever seen anything more beautiful? I've fucked that, ya know......on more than one occasion, ain't that right, luv? She can do things ta a man, that would make even a whore jealous. No gag reflex either, so she can take ya all tha way down inta her throat. Fuck......ya want ta feel it........." Bronn announced to everyone present, as (Y/n) made her way across the courtyard. Tyrion looking up at her, as she came to his side.

"Where has he been............?"

"He woke me after speaking to you. We went into town, and he has been drinking in tavern and brothel we............" Tyrion's eyes widening, as his sister suddenly stepped forward and punched Bronn on the jaw; knocking him backwards and into unconsciousness.

"(Y/n).....what..........?"

"Fucking wasn't the only thing we did when we were together........" The lioness explained, before turning to the servants.

"You will leave this man where he is.......where he deserves to be......in the shit on this floor.........." She told them, before turning to her brother.

"I would appreciate it if this man were escorted from the castle when he wakes up. I no longer want him anywhere near me, or my children........" (Y/n) added. Tyrion nodding in agreement, before his sister left him. Holding herself with all the dignity she could muster, as she made her way back inside the castle.