Tyrion looked down at Bronn. The sun was already up and had been for some time, yet the sellsword still slumbered; his head seemingly resting quite comfortably on a pile of horse dung. Though his serene state, wouldn't be lasting much longer; a large bannerman standing next to the diminutive lord with a pale of extremely cold well water in his grasp.

After (Y/n) had returned to the keep, Tyrion had dismissed the servants and soldiers; not one of them daring to go against the lioness' orders, for even though she was not known for becoming angry, it was the coldness with which she had spoken that told all, that woe betide anyone that were to help the inebriated man. Not a one of them giving the sellsword an extra glance, before they made their way back to their beds in hopes of getting a little more sleep, before their duties started for the day. Tyrion just shaking his head at the now snoring Bronn, before making his own way back into the castle.

"Do it..........." Tyrion ordered. The bannerman nodding before throwing the water at Bronn. The sellsword gasping for air, as he sat bolt upright, spitting out water, as he glared up at the soldier.

"You fuckin silly cu.............."

"That will be all.........." Tyrion interrupted, dismissing the bannerman. The man nodding again, before leaving the lord and the sellsword alone.

"What was that for...........?" Bronn grumbled, as he slowly got to his feet; his hand on his head, as the pain suddenly hit him. It feeling as though there were a cavalry charge going on inside his skull, as he staggered over to the horse trough, taking a seat on the edge.

"You are to leave the castle........"

"What.....why.......?" Bronn retorted, as he looked at Tyrion. The little lord appearing unusually serious.

"In your drunken state, you thought it a good idea to not only call out my sister; but also, to tell most of the servants and soldiers that you were the father of the twins, along with a few interesting snippets about her prowess in bed. Which, if she had not been my sister, would have been interesting to know. Given that, (Y/n) has made it quite clear that she no longer wants you in the keep, nor does she wish you to see her or the children again...........I am sorry Bronn..........." Tyrion explained. Bronn sitting there for a moment, before his eyes drifted up to the window where he was sure that he had seen the lioness the day that he had arrived at the Rock.

The last thing that he could remember was being in the tavern and brothel, with Tyrion, doing his very best to drink away his feelings. He wasn't used to this.......none of it. He had never asked for it, nor believed that he would ever want it. Yet here he was, wet, stinking like shit, in love and a father.

The sellsword had always believed that love and marriage were for fools; why limit yourself to one woman, when you can have them all.......yet wasn't that part of what he wanted.......? A castle and a lady of his own. So, who better than (Y/n) to be that lady, for she was quite possibly the most perfect match for him that he could ever have asked for. His own heirs already nursing at her breast. But once again, it would appear that his big mouth had taken over, and he had undone any good will that she might have felt towards him. He having no memory of what he had said, though it must have been bad.

"Come, we will find you some suitable lodgings in the town......." Tyrion finally said, placing a hand on Bronn's arm. The sellsword nodding before getting to his feet.

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Days had passed since Bronn had had to leave the castle; Tyrion spending his days with his sister and the children, and his evenings with the sellsword. (Y/n) having been strangely quiet since Bronn's departure; and Bronn.......well, he had continued to try and drink his feelings away. The little lord having stopped telling him about the twins, given that it only seemed to make things worse. Tyrion having to admit that he felt a little guilty that it was he sat in his sister's rooms with Aranna cooing softly in his arms, when he knew that it really should be Bronn.

"My lady........" Both (Y/n) and Tyrion looking up to see Elna curtsying.

"Elna.......What.......?"

"Maestre Creylen has sent me with a missive for you, from Kings Landing, my lady..........." The older maid explained, taking Markas from his mother's arms, as the lioness took the note. The lady quickly taking a seat back in her chair, as she read the words.

"(Y/n)..........?" Tyrion asked, as he noticed the colour seemed the drain from her face.

"What is it..........?"

"It would appear that being exiled to Casterly Rock was not enough for our father. He has other plans......other punishments for me.........." (Y/n) sighed, as she leant back in her chair.

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

"It would appear that our father has found me a husband. An elderly lord that is not only willing to take me as his wife, but will also give the children his name, given that he has never had any children of his own. He seems to think that the old man will not ask anything from me, as far as wifely duties are concerned; and he suggests that I accept the offer given that it will allow me to take my place back in the court, and the twins will finally have a name and no longer bring shame to our House........" The lioness told him. Tyrion getting down from his chair as Elna also took Aranna from his arms; the youngest lion hesitantly taking the note from his sister's hand and reading it.

"The children and I are to make our way back to Kings Landing with all speed, so that the lord can meet us.........father wants the wedding to be sooner, rather than later............" She added, as her brother took her hand. Tyrion knowing that this had been the last thing that she had wanted; finding herself in a loveless marriage to a man that she didn't even know.

"You don't have to go. This is father............"

"Of course I have to go, for he knows that I am fully aware of what will happen if I don't. Banishment to the Rock is nothing for the disgrace I have brought to the Lannister name; I still live well, and the children are safe and cared for. I can still look to the family's gold to pay for all our needs. Yet I know that if I deny him this, daughter or not, grandchildren or not, he will strip of us everything. We will be cast out with nothing, and he will wash his hands of myself and the children, completely." (Y/n) retorted. Tyrion lowering his head, knowing that his sister was right and that their father would have no issue with doing such a thing. The little lord not wanting to think about his sister and niece and nephew being sent out into the world with nothing but the clothes on their backs. So, he wasn't about to let her face their father, to face all this, alone.

"Well then.......I will be returning to Kings Landing with you......."