The Last Day On Earth

„Tyrion awaits you in his tent, m'lady. You can change here first." Bronn said, trying to be nice to the girl. Even a cold sellsword like him felt respect and sorrow for the young woman. She had spent almost the hole day digging her brother's grave alone. Although he certainly didn't expect the soldiers' reaction.

They all bowed to the lady, which was an odd behaviour for common men. Bronn suspected it was her beauty, her name and the way she treated her brother in combination. He couldn't decide if the fact the men noticed her like this was good or bad for her safety.

-„There's even clothing for you. I should warn you, it wasn't made for a lady." He said, watching her face. She wasn't crying anymore and hid her feelings rather well. Rebekah nodded and took the dress from him. Bronn had fetched a whore earlier and additionally paid her for her best dress. The whore had raised a brow and said „This is by far my prettiest, but it doesn't get me much work. Covers so much up." So Bronn had decided it was decent enough for the lady, since there wasn't anything better in the camp.

Rebekah didn't protest as she unfolded the dress. „Turn around, please." She muttered and Bronn laughed to himself. Of course he wanted to be nice, but still, this was an opportunity he would not miss.

-„Tyrion commanded me to have an eye on you." He said to the astonished girl. For a moment, she searched for words.

-„Very well, then I'll turn around."

With that, she turned her back to him. She opened the top of her blouse and let it fall to the ground. Bronn didn't know if he should savor the view of her slender, womanly figure or look away. Colored bruises and bloody scratches covered her back, even worse than he had imagined.

„Good thing I've killed Vardis Egen." He said casually as Rebekah pulled on the dress. It didn't completely cover the traces of the knights treatment. She put off the leather pants, but there was nothing more to see since her dress reached her ankles.

„Not every knight is true to his oath. The idea of honor can be stretched." Rebekah's cheeks were slightly pink, Bronn noticed with delight. The whore's dress wasn't that revealing, yet it accentuated her figure and let see glimpses of skin trough the fabric. Rebekah's hair fell in waves to her waist. She cleaned her face with the water provided for her, and Bronn could see the high cheekbones, the big eyes and the full lips without the dirt.

-„You look very nice, m'lady"

-„Where did you get that dress from?" she asked, smiling. The sadness didn't leave her eyes, though.

-„You don't want to know, my lady."

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A few minutes later, Bronn and Rebekah entered Tyrion's tent. He was in company of a beautiful brunette with a foreign look.

„You have found yourself a pretty whore at this time." She said with a thick accent and a mischievous smile. Rebekah blushed and Tyrion cleared his throat, visibly ashamed. „Shae, this is Lady Rebekah Waldorf, the daughter one of my father's bannermen."

Shae's brown eyes sparkled and she did a quick curtsy. „Forgive me my lady."

Rebekah smiled weakly „There's no reason to apologize. You called me pretty after all and I surely don't look like a lady." With those words, the tension vanished, and Tyrion chuckled in relief. Shae's smile became genuine. She gracefully sunk down on one of the large pillows next to Tyrion.

-„I should have known. The whole camp talks about the golden-eyed beauty. Your actions have caused many to admire you." Shae told Rebekah while she and Bronn joined them on the pillows.

-„I did nothing else than everyone would in Shadow Castle." Rebekah explained, looking down to her hands.

-„How many noble ladies do you think dig graves themselves for hours, without whining like babies?" Tyrion looked shocked at the blunt words of his companion. Shae ignored him and poured a cup of wine. „Here, my lady. Drink this, you'll feel better." She offered to Rebekah, who took it hesitantly.

Bronn missed the fire in the girl's amber eyes, he hoped she hadn't lost it because of her grief.

She only took a sip and watched Tyrion and Shae play various games. Rebekah laughed quietly as Tyrion lost to Shae.

„Are you women immune to pain?" he asked incredibely. „Just used to it." Shae replied.

„Let's play another game. One that doesn't include pain." Tyrion said rubbing his hurt skin.

-„I know a Bravosii knife game." Bronn stated.

-„Does it include losing fingers?" Tyrion asked.

-„Not if you win."

Rebekah and Shae chuckled until Tyrion glanced at them in played anger.

„How about reading people? I'm good at reading people."

Rebekah noticed Shae shifting uncomfortably.

„I tell you something, if it's true, you drink, if not, I drink." Tyrion proposed and filled everyone's wine goblet.

„That doesn't sound like a fun game." Shae said dryly and Rebekah had to agree.

Rebekah watched them silently, and Tyrion tried his luck by guessing Bronn's past. The sellsword hat passed time behind the wall and had been hit by his parent, which wasn't so hard to guess. As he revealed he killed his first women before twelve, he looked towards Shae and Rebekah, apologizing „She swung an axe at me!". Rebekah wasn't sure if it was funny or just sad a woman would attack a boy. Shae on the other hand just smiled cooly, and Rebekah realized the woman had lived under far worse conditions than she had. Shae was used to violence and death, unlike Rebekah, who was only learning to deal with them.

She felt Bronn's eyes on her, a expression showing a weird mixture of despise and compassion. It made her feel like she and Tyrion didn't belong to the same world as Shae and Bronn and thus had no right to judge others or to complain about their own fates.

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