Artemis

„I could just take your food and leave you here." Bronn said as he walked next to Tyrion and Rebekah. „What do you want, Bronn? Gold? Woman? Golden women? Bring me to King's Landing and it'll be all yours. You get you gold as long as I live and not a moment longer."

Rebekah rolled her eyes. Eventhough Tyrion didn't like his family, he was a true Lannister. Always trying to buy everyone and everything with gold. And of course the loyalty of the sell-sword depended on the payment. „Bronn, the day you're tempted to sell me out, remember I'll beat the price. I like living."

Rebekah was glad Tyrion was slow, so she wouldn't stay behind. Her leg was hurting and the bruises Vardis left were painful. But showing weakness in front of a man like Bronn was not the best thing to do, so Rebekah bit her teeth together and put one step after another. She had to find her brother after all.

„I want to stop here." Tyrion said as soon as the sun went down. Rebekah sighed of relief. She hadn't really slept since... actually, she didn't remember.

-„We can make a fire, there are no hilltribes so near to the Eyrie." He added. Crowrock was a clearance in the forest, named after the black rocks that surrounded it. It was almost like a natural border, showing the tribes how far they could go until the knights of the Vale were too close.

-„I'll go hunt something" Rebekah muttered but Bronn laughed raughly. He leaned against a tree while Tyrion and Rebekah tried to find a comfortable place to sleep.

-„The Lady wants to go hunting? You can do that back at home with your high-born friends but here you should leave it to a man."

The young woman glanced at him furiously .

-„Oh no." Tyrion sighed and knew exactly what was coming next.

-„Leave it to a man? I'm a Waldorf, I learned how to use bow and arrow when I learned walking. Don't you dare thinking that only because I'm a woman, I can't look out for myself." She snapped.

But Bronn just raised an eyebrow. „I've seen how well you can look out for yourself in the Eyrie, M'Lady." He said dryly. The girl blushed in anger and stared at him for a second before raising her bow and taking an arrow in one swift movement. Before Bronn could react, he felt a rush of air beneath his ear and as he turned around, an arrow was stuck in the tree, only leaving a small space between it and his face.

The sellsword grabbed something behind his back, and Tyrion yelled:

-„Stop it, both of you! Bronn, I'll pay you for protecting us, not killing us. Put your dagger away." Bronn sighed annoyed, but obeyed.

-„Lady Waldorf, he didn't want to offend you. I'm sure he knows what Waldorf Ladies are capable of."

-„I hope so." she said simply before leaving the two men. She needed to hunt something immediately.

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If she had been a man, he would have killed her for shooting that arrow. That woman was to brave for her own good. But Lady Rebekah was spirited enough to answer his mockery, and Bronn didn't know many people who dared the same.

It was actually hard to call her „Lady", since she didn't behave like one at all, the only Ladies Bronn had ever known were either weeping, arrogant, dull or everything at the same time. He had noticed the fire burning in those pretty golden eyes, even though the woman was tired and beaten. For a moment, Bronn was tempted to leave Tyrion Lannister and just take her. After all, a beauty like her could be more worth than gold. The imp would die alone and a few lies would make everyone else believe she was dead too.

On the other side, a woman with red hair, golden eyes and such a temper wouldn't stay hidden for long, and Bronn would hang for stealing her away. He decided Rebekah Waldorf would pay herself for his protection and his sword.

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Rebekah loved the forest. She loved the hunt, her bow, the scent of freedom and the noise of the wind rushing through the trees. Although she was tired and hungry, she felt alive again, after all she'd been through in the Eyrie. And she would prove this arrogant sellsword he was wrong. She hated his boldness, but Rebekah had to admit he was right. She had been unable to defend herself in the Eyrie and she was lucky to be alive. Rebekah of House Waldorf was not very strong, nor could she fight with a sword. But she was a huntress, even when this stupid Bronn couldn't accept that.

Nevertheless, she decided to travel with him and Tyrion, as the way was safer with them.

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-„You know, she's the best archer I've ever seen"

-„And still, she was a prisoner when I met her."

-„I was one as well."

-„But you don't pretend to be a tough warrior."

-„She doesn't either. Waldorfs are hunters, not warriors."

-„What do I care about your little Lady? If she wants to die in the forest, it's fine by me. After all, you'll pay me to protect you, but she didn't promise anything."
Tyrion said nothing but starred in the flames of the small fire.

They didn't hear her steps as she came back.

Rebekah laid the goat on the ground, and there was only a single arrow hole right trough the eye. Bronn smiled. „Consider me as impressed, m'lady."

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