Reyna Tyrell was someone who became bored very easily. Standing in the throne room and listening to endless speeches was not how she imagined spending a beautifully sunny day. She'd rather be walking in the gardens or out riding with her younger sister, Margery. Reyna's best friend, Tyrion Lannister, was standing beside her and they kept exchanging the same bored looks.

Bronn, Tyrion's sellsword, and Reyna's sometime lover was standing behind her shifting from foot to foot in annoyance. Reyna turned her head slightly and flashed him an amused smirk. He returned it and ran a finger along the back opening of her dress. Like Margery, Reyna wore some very revealing dresses. Today she was wearing a green satin gown that was sleeveless and had a large diamond shaped opening on her lower back. Her chestnut hair contrasted nicely with the color and made her grey eyes appear to be the color of storm clouds.

"Uncle," Joffrey directed towards Tyrion, forcing everyone out of their bored stupor. Tyrion approached his nephew and bowed, placing his hands neatly behind his back.

"You will greet Prince Doran tomorrow when he arrives to attend my wedding. I think you are capable of handling such a task," Joffrey explained with one of his annoyingly cocky smirks. Tyrion's face scrunched up in distaste but he nodded anyway. To refuse Joffrey was to risk your head.

"Your Grace, may I make a suggestion?" Margery asked as she stepped towards her fiancé. Margery was wearing a dress identical to her elder sister except hers was a bright blue color.

Reyna was very glad and very upset that Margery was the one to marry Joffrey. As the oldest daughter of Mace Tyrell, it would've been supposed that Reyna would marry the young king. Fortunately, Reyna had been betrothed to some high lord in Robb Stark's court at the time. The betrothal was immediately broken when her father bent the knee to Joffrey after the Battle of Blackwater Bay, but the young king had already chosen Margery by that time.

It was selfish to be happy for herself when her only sister was to be married to a monster. Reyna had persuaded Sansa Stark to tell her all about Joffrey and was shocked to hear about some of the horrible things he did to people. But, Reyna had to admit, Margery was slowly starting to change him and hopefully, it would all work out in her favor.

"What suggestion is that, my lady?" Joffrey asked, smirking down at his fiancé. Margery walked towards Reyna and grabbed ahold of her sister's hand. Reyna's face burst into flames as her sister dragged her in front of the king.

"My sister spent a few years with House Dayne when she visited Dorne. She could help welcome the Dornish and it would be nice for them to see a friendly face," Margery smiled. Reyna plastered a fake court smile on her face as well and pressed her nails into her sister's arm. Margery squeezed Reyna's wrist back and the two women waited to hear Joffrey's judgment.

"I don't see why not," the king replied in a dismissive tone. The court was released and Reyna took this opportunity to pull her sister aside. Margery looked at her sister with wide blue eyes but said nothing as Reyna dragged her out into the gardens.

"What on earth are you doing?" Reyna hissed. A small smile graced Margery's lips and she snaked her arm through Reyna's, guiding her into the beautiful garden maze. No one ever went through here so there would be no worry about being overheard.

"I thought you'd like to leave the court for a day and spend time with your old friends. I know how much court bores and exhausts you. And this way you could have some alone time with Bronn," Margery said with a sly smile. Reyna scoffed and raised her eyes to the sky. Her relationship with Bronn was purely physical and her sister knew that. But from time to time Reyna found herself wondering if Bronn felt something more for her. He was always going on about wanting a titled woman who could give him a castle and Reyna could surely do that.

While her brother Loras would be getting Highgarden, her father would surely give her a castle of her own when she married. That idea must have appealed to Bronn, but lately, it seemed his feelings may run deeper than lust. The way his gaze stayed on her for a moment longer, the way his kisses softened, the way he touched her. It was all different from when they first started. Maybe he was just more comfortable now, or maybe it was something more.

"I would appreciate a day away from the court," Reyna remarked. Margery nodded her head and the two continued their stroll. They happened across Tyrion and Bronn in the courtyard and Margery excused herself from their presence, saying she needed to attend to Joffrey.

"I'm so happy that your sister intervened. Now I won't be completely bored out of my mind," Tyrion joked as they strolled around the yard.

"And it never hurts to have a pretty woman when meeting Dornishmen," Reyna laughed. Something in the way Bronn tensed at her words confused Reyna. Normally when she joked about her beauty he'd laugh along, but lately, whenever she joked or flirted with someone else he would become defensive and cold.

"Do you know much about the Martell's?" Tyrion asked curiously.

"Only that they hate the Lannister's," Reyna responded shyly. Tyrion nodded, suddenly lost in thought. Bronn was walking beside Reyna and suddenly his hand brushed against her exposed skin, making goosebumps spread across her flesh. She turned her grey eyes to him and found his infamous knowing smirk on his lips.

It was a look he had given her hundreds of times before and it would always precede their frolics. Reyna felt her heart speed up at the idea and found her skin already burning for his touch. Bronn raised a suggestive eyebrow and glanced towards the garden maze. A smirk lifted the corner of Reyna's plump lips and she glanced down at Tyrion.

"If you'll excuse me Tyrion, I think I'll take a walk in the garden," she announced. She curtsied and began a slow walk through the maze, making sure her hips swung teasingly.

"I'll join ya," Bronn called after her. Reyna distinctly heard Tyrion chuckle at them but wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. Tyrion had known about them from the beginning and he was nothing if not helpful. He'd given them his rooms on several occasions and covered for them when they were in the middle of their fun.

Reyna stopped once she was deep in the maze and turned, surprised to find that Bronn was closer than she expected. Bronn's calloused and large hands gripped at her slim waist and pulled her into his firm chest. He parted his lips, a shaky breath of desire leaving his mouth.

"Been too long," he groaned as Reyna pressed her entire body against him. Reyna let out a tinkling laugh and ran a hand through his dark hair.

"I saw you just last night," she reminded him and moved her hair away from the right side of her neck. Bronn's pale blue eyes took in the sight of the bruises and bite marks that littered her creamy skin. A proud smile spread across his lips as he traced one of the marks with his finger.

"My best work yet," he remarked. Reyna giggled and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his head down until their lips met in a heated kiss. Bronn pulled their hips together and tangled one of his hands into her waist-length waves.

"You better make up for lost time. I'll probably be entertaining a lot of Dornishmen until Joffrey's wedding," Reyna explained breathlessly. Bronn's grip on her hip tightened and he pressed their lips together even harder. Something twisted in Reyna's stomach at his actions. Sure, she liked Bronn, but did she like him in the sense that she wanted to be with him in a serious way?

"Just don't let any of them touch ya like this," he growled as he slipped a hand underneath her skirts. His fingers skirted up her thigh until he found her womanhood. He slipped a careful finger inside and Reyna had to grip his shoulders to keep her knees from buckling.

"This is mine," he snarled right in her ear. Reyna let a shaky moan leave her throat as Bronn added another finger. His lips grazed the shell of her ear and he nipped at the delicate skin underneath the lobe. Reyna bit her bottom lip so hard that she thought she drew blood, but just as soon as she was about to reach her peak Bronn withdrew her hand. Reyna let out an annoyed sigh and fixed him with a disappointed gaze.

"To be continued," he smirked and raised his hand to his lips. Without taking his eyes off of her, Bronn drew his two fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. Reyna's breath sped up at the sight and as soon as his fingers were clean, he approached her again.

"See ya tomorrow," he smiled. As he walked away he gave her bottom a firm tap, making Reyna squeal. She watched him walk away, a plan for revenge already swirling in her mind. The sellsword was in for quite a night.