Suddenly Bronn found himself pushed backwards. (Y/n) gasping for breath as she scowled at him.

"I..........." (Y/n) gasped again, as she almost fell back against the pillar behind her. The doe's heart beating violently as she tried to collect herself.

"Belong to no man........... especially not you." She managed to say, as she straightened herself. Standing defiantly in front of the sellsword.

Not for one moment would she have ever believed that Bronn would have kissed her. Would have placed his hands so lustfully on her body. And not for one moment would she have believed that she would have enjoyed it so much. Finding herself almost begging him not to stop. Yet, it was Bronn. And she knew that this could all just be another little joke on his part. That this could be some sick and twisted way of him trying to stop her from taking part in her brother's tourney. And even though at this moment, she wanted nothing more than to throw herself back into his arms and find the nearest room so that they could do exactly what she had been thinking about Oberyn doing to her. She still couldn't fight off the notion that at any moment he would just turn around and laugh.

"And I can assure you. That if you ever think about doing that again. You will regret it." (Y/n) told him. Trying to sound as angry as she could. Despite knowing that she was more shocked and needy, than angry.

"Now, if you will excuse me. I am going back to the celebration." (Y/n) continued. Pushing her way past the sellsword, only to find arm caught by his hand.

"Ya have ta be tha most stubborn, bloody woman I have ever met. Don't ya understand? I........I.......I have feelins for ya. I lov........."

"Feelings? What, like you have "feelings" for all those whores in Baelish' brothels? And were you going to say you love me? Now I know that this is one of your jokes. That this is all some ridiculous way of trying to persuade me that I shouldn't fight. Well, it's not going to work. Now, if you don't mind, I am going back to spend a pleasant evening with a real man. A gentleman!" (Y/n) interrupted, as she peeled the sellsword's hand way from her arm, and made her way back to the festivities.

"A Gentleman? Your gentleman has fucked half of Westeros." Bronn called out, as he angrily hit his fist against the pillar. Watching as (Y/n) made her way down the corridor.

"So have you. The only difference is, I don't hate him. And I can assure you that if the Red Viper is so inclined, he might just get another conquest tonight." (Y/n) replied, turning back to glare at Bronn briefly, before storming back through the castle.

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"Well?" Tyrion asked, as Bronn came to sit next to him. The sellsword reaching for two glasses of wine and downing both in quick succession. The two men looking at the doe as she took a seat at the great table between her brother and Oberyn.

"Bloody woman. Thinks it's a joke. Bloody woman. So, she hates me, does she. Well, I'll show her." Bronn muttered in reply, as he grabbed for another glass. Tyrion noticing the stranger than normal looks between the sellsword and (Y/n).

"My apologies, prince Oberyn for what happened. I am afraid that Tyrion's sellsword has completely lost his mind." (Y/n) said apologetically, as she took a seat between the Dornishman and her brother. The doe not quite sure whether her heart was pounding violently, due to what had just happened with Bronn, or the fact that the beautiful prince had moved closer. His deep brown eyes gazing seductively into hers.

"Think nothing of it, my lady. I assure you, that in the presence of such beauty, I had completely forgotten about it myself." Oberyn assured, as he took (Y/n)'s hand and kissed it.

"Though I do hope that he did nothing to upset you. You seem a little flustered." Oberyn continued, as he placed his free hand on her forehead, seemingly to check her heated skin. (Y/n) doing her best to ignore the glares of both her brother and Bronn. It more than obvious that Oberyn didn't give a damn about what anyone thought.

"You know. Maybe I should take you somewhere to get some fresh air. You are rather heated. Maybe a walk in the gardens in the cool night breezes. Or......my room has the most wonderful balcony. Perhaps I can show you it?" Oberyn cooed. A small smile creeping across his lips as out of the corner of his eye, the Dornish prince spying Tyrion Lannister pull his man back down into his seat. It obvious from the fire in the sellsword's eyes, that he did not like seeing what Oberyn was doing.

"That would be a little difficult at the moment, my lord. My brother, you see. But later, when Robert is a little more, er....... preoccupied. I think that I would very much like to see this wonderful balcony of yours." (Y/n) replied. The doe gasping as she felt Oberyn's hand slip slowly up under her gown. His warm palm resting gently on her thigh.

"It will be my pleasure to show you anything you like, my dear lady Baratheon." Oberyn assured. The prince licking his lips as his fingers danced deftly across the doe's heated skin.

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(Y/n) was finding it hard to concentrate. Finding that every other moment she was looking over at her brother, in hopes that he was finally drunk enough to not notice, or care that she had left the gathering. But she had also been looking at Bronn. His eyes watching intently her every move. Her every blush and shudder.

She had to admit that Oberyn's continued attention was driving her wild in the most wonderful way. That his whispered desires, and his fingers that had touched parts of her that no man should be touching, at least in front of a crowd. Had been having their intended affect. Yet the warmth in her belly. The dampness between her thighs was because of the images that were filling her mind. Images not of Oberyn doing all those wonderfully sinful things to her body. But of Bronn doing them to her. Thoughts of his head between her legs, as she gripped at his hair. Lewd moans filling the air as he licked and kissed. The sounds of her begging him not to stop, as his fingers nipped and pinched at her breasts. The doe suddenly realising that there was only thing she wanted.

Without warning, (Y/n) stood. Oberyn looking up at her as she steadied herself against the table.

"If you......if you would excuse me for a moment, my lord. I just.......I have desperate need of something." (Y/n) managed to say, as she quickly left the table. Leaving behind a confused prince.

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"Er.....Bronn." Tyrion said. Nudging the sellsword as (Y/n) made her way towards them. Bronn removing his feet from the table and sitting up straight as (Y/n) stood before him.

"You. You're coming with me, now." (Y/n) announced. Giving a small hesitant smile to Tyrion.

"What? Had enough a ya gentleman? I thought ya hated me." Bronn huffed, as he downed the contents of his glass.

"I......don't. I don't hate.....Will you just come with me now, you insufferable, bloody man. I .....I want......I need to talk to you for a moment. Please." (Y/n) continued quietly. Her legs feeling weak as she looked at him. Her body begging for his touch.

"Nah. I'm good ere. I......."

"Bronn. I think that you should go with lady Baratheon. It is obvious that she needs you." Tyrion interrupted. (Y/n) trying not to blush as the little lion winked at her. The sellsword rolling his eyes as he reluctantly got to his feet and followed the doe out of the great hall.

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Suddenly, Bronn found himself pushed up again a pillar. (Y/n)'s body pressed up against his. Her fingers pulling at the drawstring of his breeches, as her lips crashed into his.

"What ya doin, (Y/n)?" Bronn asked between kisses. His cock hardening as (Y/n) reached inside his pants. Her fingers gently caressing the hard member.

"All evening I have been waiting. All evening I have wanted a man. But it turns out that its not Oberyn that I want. No, its you. The gods help me. It's you that I want to feel inside me. To do all the wonderfully wicked things that Oberyn has been talking about all this time. So, if you really want me. If I am really yours, and only yours. Then prove it. Because if you don't, I will go right back to the Viper. (Y/n) explained. The doe squealing as Bronn suddenly picked her up and marched through the Keep.

"It'll be my pleasure."