A Man Without Honor
Bronn was leaning lazily against a column in the back, watching the scenery. The young maiden being captive by Ser Vardis was brave, he had to admit that. She was surrounded by enemies but she didn't look scared at all. As far as he knew, the girl was Lady Waldorf and her family was sworn to the Lannisters. He wondered how a Lady ended up alone in such a hostile place. He stared at her and noticed her obvious beauty. She was petite but curvy, her skin creamy white. Wavy red hair fell down to her waist and her face was probably pretty, too.
Surprisingly, she was wearing tight leather pants and very unladylike leather boots. A long, dirty, dark-green cape covered her shoulders.
The Waldorfs were well known for their excellent archery since the Lords of Shadowcastle used to be hunters before the time of Aegon the Conquerer. A small house with a great reputation, and the red-haired maiden was a legend among the common people of the Westerlands. Young, beautiful, unmarried and a talented huntress without match.
The imp on the other hand looked as ugly as always, and now he was searching his gaze. „A Lannister always pays his debts" his eyes said. And Bronn smiled.
„I fight for the dwarf."
A loud mumbling went through the Lords and Ladies. But Lady Arryn smiled.
The sell-sword was hardly armoured compared to Ser Vardis. The latter let the girl go, tossing her away.
„If my fighter wins, Lady Waldorf goes with me." Tyrion demanded and Lady Arryn laughed.
„Take the Lannister whore with you if you want to, I don't care." Rebekah narrowed her eyes at her and wanted to go a step forward, but was taken by another knight who pulled her back.
Rebekah was nervous as they started to fight. The black-haired sellsword was moving like a panther, quick and smooth, but Ser Vardis was full armored. She realized her life depended on the sellsword to win. Her heart beated faster and faster. Tyrion's fighter danced around Ser Vardis, he didn't fight properly, using everything in his way as weapon against Vardis. Rebekah held her breath for a second as it seemed like Ser Vardis gained the upper hand. Less than a second later, the mercenary had Ser Vardis on his knees and raised his sword. „Yes, Yes, Yes!" Tyrion exclaimed. Quick as a snake, Tyrion's fighter cut through Ser Vardis throat and pushed the bleeding man through the moondoor. Rebekah and Tyrion were free.
-„You don't fight with honor" Lysa Arryn cried.
-„ No. But he did." Bronn simply answered and pointed at the open moondoor.
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-„I believe you have something of me" Tyrion smiled as he talked to Rodrick Cassel. The Stark's man pressed his lips together and looked to his Lady. Catelyn nodded quickly,and Cassel threw a purse at Tyrion who grabbed it. „Thank you, my Lady." Bronn bowed mockingly to Lysa Arryn who looked shocked and angry at the same time.
-„Lady Waldorf." Tyrion walked to Rebekah. „I want my bow and my arrows back." She demanded and the knight behind her took a wooden bow from his shoulder and handed her the quiver, Rebekah took it and looked back to Lysa Arryn. „Since you were so eager to treat me like a Lannister, I will behave like a Lannister. And Lannisters always pay their debts." She hissed before she could hold the words back. As she walked behind Tyrion and the swellsword through the door, she swore she would pay her depts to Lysa Arryn. She would seek for revenge.
-„Well done, Bronn" Tyrion said happily.
-„He was no match for me. We should walk until sunset... to be as far as possible from the Eyrie."
-„He's right, Tyrion. We'll be safe from the hilltribes until Crowrock so we should reach it as soon as possible." The girl added. Tyrion noticed she looked more than exhausted. The violet undereye circles, the bruises over her neck and the small wounds on her face were alarming. In spite of all her face and clothes being dirty, Rebekah was prettier than many woman Tyrion knew. And he knew a lot, he thought smirking. The Lady of Shadowcastle was impossible to overlook with her bright, red hair and her delicate features. But her eyes were more outstanding: big, amber eyes framed by long, thick lashes.
Rebekah was limping a bit, but she didn't complain. The imp wondered if she had to sleep in one of those terrible cells. His eyes met hers but she quickly looked away. Lady Rebekah looked like a wounded animal and Tyrion worried about her condition.