Bronn woke up early, feeling the tension of an upcoming battle in the air. He stretched his body, then looked to the place the girl had curled herself into the blankets – and gasped. She wasn't there anymore. Bronn grabbed his sword and rushed out of the tent.

He catched the sight of a green cape and red hair and hurried to catch her by her shoulder.

-„Seven hells, how did you sneak past me? You should stay in the tent!" he growled. The girl had even her bow and quiver ready.

-„You were still sleeping." She explained guilty. They stood in the middle of soldiers, knights and squires preparing for battle, none of them paying attention to Bronn and Rebekah.

-„Tyrion won't let you fight, if that's what you were thinking." Bronn didn't bother to talk softly to her. He was too upset about Rebekah doing whatever she wanted, ignoring the fact he was paid to protect her. Bronn grabbed her arm violently, not listening to her complaints. Noble Ladies were exhausting, this one especially.

-„Tyrion. It's time to wake up." Bronn barked briefly, still dragging the girl behind him. The imp blinked a few times, still snuggled into Shae's arms.

-„The little Lady thinks just because she has a fine weapon she can be a warrior." He said scornfully.

-„I did not want to fight! I just wanted to arm myself. You said it yourself, it's dangerous. I do not want to be useless." Rebekah raised her voice, trying to wind her arm out of Bronn's grip.

-„Just let me tie her up in here. Can't let this wilding run around on a battlefield."

Tyrion sighed. After Bronn and Rebekah had gone to bed, there had been a last interruption by one of his father's men. Lord Tywin requested Rebekah's presence on the field, with the intention of making her a motivation for the soldiers. He wanted her to sit on a horse with her bow, all pretty and courageous. A few men would take from the battlefield as soon as it started, but the effect of her appearance would be enough.

It was typical for his father. First, he dismissed the girl without caring for her fate, then, as soon as she proved to be useful, he let her play the role he wanted her to. Tyrion had to admit it was a smart plan, an idea born out of the soldier's reaction yesterday. Rebekah was charismatic, and already known in the Westerlands and in the camp. Tywin only needed to use her as the legendary golden-eyed huntress, fighting for House Lannister.

He explained the plan with a few words, and watched Bronn frowning in disbelief and Rebekah smile in victory.

„I don't think that will work." Bronn said scornfully, but let go of Rebekah's arm.

An hour later, Rebekah sat high on a horse, dressed in her usual leather pants. The green cap emphasised the redness of her hair, braided tightly in her back, a few strands of hair framing her face.

Although she was happy to be useful, to serve a purpose in this war, she wasn't quite eager with the role Tywin Lannister wanted her to play. It based more on her appearance and Roran's burial than on her talents as huntress. And after all she went through, she didn't need any admirers because of her alledged beauty.

-„We're taking you out as soon as the battle starts." Bronn warned her, and she looked down to the man patting her horse.

-„I do not intent to fight. You misunderstand me, Bronn." Rebekah hoped to explain. „I just can't do nothing. Although this plan is not exactly what I wanted either." The woman sighed, trying to read those ice blue eyes. They were mostly cold, only showing signs of cynic amusement from time to time.

-„Just makes it harder to get my money, m'lady." He said raising an eyebrow. Rebekah chuckled lightly and answered „Don't worry, I'll make it out unharmed... Only so that you can have your reward." She added.

The sellsword was in a bad mood apparently, he grimaced and growled: „A Lady on the battlefield is danger to everyone."

Rebekah decided to not further argument and stayed quit. The men around were getting nervous, and Tyrion approached with the hilltribes in his trail.

The small Lannister hid his fear well, Rebekah noticed. Shagga and his men looked intimidating, up to the point where the other Lannister soldiers made a wide circle around the tribes. For a moment, Rebekah had to tell herself they were no danger to her, and that she had the role of Valla to play. She nodded respectfully to the crowd who started cheering.

„The halfman will give you your commands. I wish for you all to return safely." Rebekah started hesitantly, and Tyrion smiled approvingly up to her.

Before he could say anything else, the hilltribes started to ran in the direction of the battlefield, swinging their wooden weapons and the cheep steal Tyrion had provided for them. Rebekah's horse shied away as the large men brushed it. With fear, Rebekah realized the battle had started. Men screamed and steal clashed loudly, filling the girl's head. She turned her horse around, only to see Tyrion laying on the floor, while men ran all over her friend.

-„Stop!" she screamed, climbing off her horse only to be pushed to the bottom. Rebekah rallied herself up, clinging to her bow as it was the only weapon she had. Unluckily, the sheer force of the wildlings was too much for her to fight through. „Tyrion! TYRION!" she shouted, being separated only a few feet away from him.

Rebekah crawled towards him, being violently pushed around by soldiers. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed her arm and tore her up on her feet.

-„You were told to stay on the horse, kitten!" Bronn hissed in her ear and then pushed her in the other direction.

-„No, wait! Tyrion is hurt!" Rebekah's senses were overwhelmed by the noises, the heat and the fear for Tyrion. The slender woman tried to wriggle her arm out of Bronn's grip, but he didn't even seem to bother her fighting. „I take care of him later!" the dark haired man reasoned, but Rebekah just ignored him. „LET GO OF ME!" she demanded as they went farther away from the Lannister. Altough she struggled, Bronn was simply to strong.

-„Listen to me, kitten. I have a battle to fight, not a Lady and an imp to watch out for"

-„Stop calling me kitten! Tyrion needs to - "

-„Tyrion will be fine, we aren't even that close the real fighting, kitten." Bronn was impatient, pulling her inside a random tent, tucking out a piece of rope from the curtains and then pushing her on the bottom.
-„DON'T YOU DARE TO TIE ME UP! YOU HAVE TO LET ME HELP!" Rebekah cried out, but for Bronn she was quickly controlled.

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As soon as it started, Tyrion was overrun by the barbaric tribes. Bronn didn't really care, the imp was tough enough and better off sleeping trough the war. He was already after the other soldiers, feeling the power of excitement for impending bloodshed in his veins. A man would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the thrill of killing.

It was the moment the stupid Lady decided to get of her horse to help Tyrion. In a few seconds, Bronn had to make a decision: The Lannister imp was the guarantee of his reward; the safety of the Lady Waldorf was the condition attached to it. Then again, he wanted to fight. Bronn always did what he liked and he was in no mood to dance around for spoiled nobles.

-„Tyrion!" Lady Rebekah's voice was high, but stronger than expected.

A short sigh escaped Bronn before he rushed towards the girl and picked her up easily. How typical for women to play all confident and composed until someone got in danger.

Later, Bronn tied the girl up, ignoring Rebekah's struggling. He had to admit, she wasn't giving up easily, but it felt like a kitten scratching a wolf.

The look in the golden eyes was accusing and angry when she asked Bronn to unbound her. Apparently, she'd changed her strategy.

„Doe eyes don't work with me, m'lady." He muttered and grinned at her with the full intention to provoke her. The sellsword savoured the way her cheeks reddened, her chest rose up and down from indignation and her lips pouted. The look of her was almost worth missing the battle. But just almost, so Bronn left to fight against the Young Wolf's army.

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