Black and Gold

Bronn admired Tyrion's talent to return peace into the dinner, surely his skills would be useful at court. Tyrion's statement was something Bronn had already thought about.

The Lady neither ignored him nor talked to him like he was some scum. She wasn't afraid of him, although he clearly felt her insecurities. Anyways, Rebekah Waldorf wasn't like the women he usually knew: tired mothers in flea bottoms, hard working peasants and many whores. No noble Ladies, no great beauties.

All this made it exciting to be around the legendary golden huntress.

He almost laughed loudly at her puzzled face when Tyrion ordered him to walk her to her chambers. Bronn couldn't understand Tyrion's trust in him when it came to Lady Waldorf. Rebekah's jaw dropped slightly, but this time she didn't protest. Gracefully, she stood up and left the room, wishing Tyrion cooly a good night.

The corridors of the tower were dark, only lit up by a few torches, but Rebekah walked confidently. After sleeping under the stars and in the sky cells, the girl was probably not frightened so easily.

She stopped in front of the door. "Good night. You may go now." Instead as obeying, Bronn took a step forward, closing the space between them. Rebakah backed against the door, surprised by the gesture. He decided to try his luck and softly pushed a strand of red hair behind her ears, fully aware of her small shiver. „You have still a debt to pay, Lady Rebekah. I won't forget that." He said with a low voice without letting his trademark cynic smile drop.

The girl blinked confusedly. „I'll take care of the payment tomorrow, Bronn."

-„It's not money I want. I will collect my favor." He said, observing how threatened Rebekah suddenly looked. She was beginning to learn what men wanted from her, he thought. And it was certainly good for her in this city.

Rebekeh breathed heavily. The sellsword managed to take her off guard again and again. When he raised his hand to – she didn't know if she loved his light touch or feared it, but she certainly despised her body's reaction to it. He was close to her, his posture casual and his expression almost bored, but there was an intensity in his blue eyes that made clear who was the one in charge. The famous Waldorf huntress was a clumsy, clueless girl around this man.

Tyrion was right, she was a Lady after all, so a commoner should not be worth her time, yet Bronn didn't seem to care at all. The closeness between them was almost scandalous, his gestures forbidden and wrong. She left out another breath, then pulled herself together. A true shadowcat wouldn't be defeated by some bold man.

-„It's my decision to make, not yours, Bronn. You forget yourself. This is not flea bottom or some decayed village, this is the Red Keep, where the walls have ears. It's not wise to make threats or demand favors from a Lady." She hissed, trying to sound as confident as possible. To her unpleasant surprise, Bonn began to laugh roughly and short.

-„You live up to your legend, Lady Waldorf. It's a pleasure to work with you and the Lord Hand." he was mocking her. He wasn't a bit affected by her words, and it made Rebekah boil with anger.

The fire started to heat up those eyes again, making them shine like melted gold. Bronn could hardly hide his fascination for the girl. Tyrion was very protective of his friend, but apparently he didn't see Bronn as a danger. An obvious mistake, yet he needed a smart approach if he wanted to succeed, Bronn mused. Rebekah would be his toy, he would make sure of that.

He left the maiden infront of her door, simply turning around and walking away.

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Dreams of open cells and dark-haired man made it impossible to sleep, eventough the sheets were soft and warm, doing wonders to Rebekah's bruised body. Ser Gregor Clegane, Lord Tywin, Mycah Kenning, Roran with his chest bloody and pierced by arrows – the encounters in her dreams weren't pleasant.

When she woke, one thought dominated her mind. Rebekah Waldorf had to become stronger, unaffected by the people who wanted to harm her. The Shadowcat of her House had claws, and she would have to use them in order to survive.

Next chapter: Rebekah meets Lord Varys, Tyrion and Bronn rise in power and a raven arrives.
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