For the Love of a Hedge Knight
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations written by G.R.R. Martin. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made. The plot of this fiction is all mine, however.
Summary: What might have been, if Myrcella 'Baratheon' had not died…
AU, Canon Divergence/ Set after Season 5 - on The beautiful Isle of Tarth
Prologue
"That's all I am – sweet little lioness –" he whispered sadly, brushing his knuckles across her cheek and the still angry red scar that reached from there half way around her ear shell, in a gesture of pure, desperate tenderness before he sat back on his heels, gesturing to the dim, green arbour of the age-old hedge surrounding them. "A non-landed knight as poor and venturous as they come. I can not even guarantee you the comfort of a bed to rest your pretty head upon each night. But however selfish and ruthless I may be – I love you – way too dearly to ever burden you with a life like that…"
"That's not all you are, or could be," she contradicted, pressing his hands in a gentle gesture of emphasise and confirmation.
"What else could I ever be to you?" he asked sadly, turning his head away, too upset to even look upon her.
Her soft, gentle hand cupping his cheek in return felt like nothing he had experienced ever before. His eyes fluttering shut, he leaned into the touch of the sweet, fair-haired maiden, who kneeled along with him, amid the dried leaves beneath the hedgegrow, where golden sunlight speckled the ground.
"You would be – mine –" she breathed, softly. Her voice no more than a whisper, but no less sincere, "as I'm – yours – entirely…"
"That – I already am…" he croaked out, a rather sad, slightly bitter laugh breaking from his lips.
"Then consider – Ser Bronn of the Blackwater – " she gently said, "consider that, as good brother to King Tommen of House Baratheon, first of his name, you would not remain a landless knight for sure. You could be – so many things – as my Lord Husband. This I pledge to you by the old gods and the new…"
"That's not what I love you for – Myrcella –" he murmured, awestruck, pressing his forehead against hers as he spoke.
"I know," she whispered, clasping his face with both of her hands as she kissed him ...
AN: This is the Prologue of a multi-chaptered story, I hope you'll enjoy.
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Serpentina