"Are you sure she's coming?" Bronn asked Tyrion, as he looked at the door of the brothel.

"If that is what (Y/n) said in her message, then she will be here." Tyrion assured Bronn, taking another drink from his goblet.

He couldn't help but chuckle at his anxious looking friend, it had been some time since they had seen the woman they were waiting for, and underneath his calm exterior, Tyrion was as anxious as Bronn.

As the young sister of King Robert, their meetings with (Y/n) had always had to be secret, their relationship would have been frowned on if she was not the kings sister, but as she was, the fact that she was not only the lover of a sellsword, but also the Lannister imp would most certainly have caused quite a stir.

It had all begun when Robert had thrown a celebration for his sister's arrival in the capital, as his only sister Robert was proud of his youngest sibling, who was the only one of his kin that he actually cared for. Whereas the three Baratheon brothers never had any real love for one another, their love for their sister was beyond doubt, all three men doting on the dark haired beauty, even the usually severe and stoic Stannis would come alive around the youngest Baratheon.

As the youngest child, (Y/n) seemed to have inherited the best characteristics of each of her brothers; like Renly she was youthful and playful, skilled in politics and had a mastery of words that could rival any bard or poet.

From Stannis she had her strong code of honour, and her sense of justice; and from Robert she had her charisma and her good heart, and like her two older siblings she had proven herself on the battlefield as not only a great fighter but also an excellent strategist.

Her beauty, charm, intelligence, and the fact that she was a Baratheon, had led to many proposals of marriage over the years, yet each had been turned down by one brother or another, always judging that the suitor was not good enough for their beloved sister. Despite this fact, (Y/n) had never let this get in her way of her love for the opposite sex, her liking for the pleasures of the flesh said to rival even those of Oberyn Martell, who himself had been one of her many lovers.

Her upcoming appearance in the capital had led to a lot of talk, especially from the men of court, and that included Tyrion and Bronn.

"Do you believe everything that they are saying about the king's sister?" Bronn asked Tyrion as they sat drinking wine in Tyrion's chambers.

Tyrion looked over the top of his goblet at his friend. "The only things I believe are my own eyes and ears, the rest is merely rumour and conjecture, although I have heard the king speak very highly of her." Tyrion said, as he refilled his glass.

"I'm more interested in er other proclivities." Bronn said with a smirk.

"I've heard that she could even give Varys a hard on." Bronn joked, as Tyrion spat out his wine, gasping for air in between his spluttering laughter.

"There's a lot of talk that she will take a new lover while she is here. Er sexual exploits are legendary in certain circles." Bronn told Tyrion, who couldn't help but chuckle.

"And are you hoping that she might pick you Bronn?" Tyrion asked, smirking at the confident looking sellsword.

"Who wouldn't? If the rumours about er beauty and er abilities between the sheets are true, then I would be stupid not to be interested. Plus, if the woman has eyes, she wouldn't look any further than me." Bronn said smugly, as he took another gulp of wine.

"What about you? Ya can't pretend ya ain't just the slightest bit interested." Bronn asked, looking over at Tyrion who had just become quiet.

"I doubt that the lady Baratheon would be interested in the likes of me, she sounds like the type that would be more interested in Jaime." Tyrion said sadly, dipping his finger into the dark red liquid in his glass.

Bronn couldn't help but feel sympathy from the man in front of him. Tyrion had not had the easiest life; he was hated by his father, belittled and degraded by others because he was a dwarf, and women seemed to be more interested in the gold in his purse than in him as a man.

"Don't say that. I've heard that as long as it has a cock, she's interested." Bronn laughed, trying to cheer up his friend.

"Anyway, all of these rumours could be rubbish, and she's probably a little mousy maid, that wouldn't know a cock if she fell over one." Bronn said, as both men broke into loud laughter.

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"The celebrations are about to start, so where's the guest of honour?" Bronn said, looking around the hall, noticing that the king was not present.

Before Tyrion could reply, the doors to the hall flew open as King Robert strode in, proudly holding the arm of a young woman so beautiful that both Bronn and Tyrion forgot to breath.

The lady stood by her older brother, surveying the mass of people, all of whom had stopped speaking as the two Baratheon's had walked into the room. All eyes fell on the woman that smiled as she seemed to glide gracefully through the crowd. The blue gown she wore hugged every dip and curve of her voluptuous body, and perfectly complimented her startlingly bright blue eyes, that stood out all the more against her pale skin and night black hair. Her lips smiled innocently, but behind her perfect eyes both Tyrion and Bronn could see something slightly wicked.

"Your Highness, it is always a pleasure to see our beautiful queen." (Y/n) said, as she curtsied before Cersei.

Tyrion had to hold back a laugh as he heard the insincerity in her voice, as she spoke to his sister; he could already tell he was going to like this Baratheon.

As the festivities began in earnest, Tyrion and Bronn watched as the men present made a beeline towards the young lady, all offering her wine, and their hands for the next dance; though she seemed strangely disinterested by their fawning, as she continued to glance around the room, until her eyes fell on the youngest Lannister and his sellsword, a seductive smile forming on her lips as she looked the two up and down.

Both men watched curiously as she moved to speak to her brother, her eyes never leaving them as she gestured towards them, the king looking over at the pair as he spoke. With a smile, and a kiss to her brother's cheek, (Y/n) made her way over to the two men that had been staring at her since she walked in.

"I believe that we are yet to be introduced, an oversight on my dear brothers' behalf. I am (Y/n) Baratheon, it is a pleasure to meet you." She said, curtsying before Tyrion and Bronn.

After a moment of shock, Tyrion shook himself from his disbelief. "My lady (Y/n) it is a pleasure to meet you, I am Tyrion Lannister, and this is my man Bronn." Tyrion said, taking the young woman's hand and gently kissing her knuckles.

"Yes, my brother told me who you were, you two most certainly make the most interesting pair here." (Y/n) purred, as Bronn took her hand from Tyrion, and kissed it.

"You two do come as a pair, don't you? I mean, it would be a shame to break the set up, and I always find that a pair is better than one, don't you? There's always so much more fun to be had with two, and I do like my fun." (Y/n) said, as she gauged the reactions of the two men in front of her, smiling as she saw the looks of realisation on their faces.

Before either man could say anything, the king's voice boomed out, calling for his sister.

"What a shame, and things were just getting interesting too. Maybe we could continue this conversation in my chambers later? I'm sure that once my brother is suitably drunk, he won't notice our absence. Until later then." (Y/n) said, with a smile as she left the two men behind to re-join her brother.

The rest of the evening seemed to drag as Tyrion and Bronn watched Robert getting drunker and drunker; finally, they saw (Y/n) discreetly leave the hall, as the revelry continued.

Waiting a few moments so as to not look suspicious the two made their way to (Y/n)'s chamber; as they finally arrived, Bronn knocked loudly on the door, before they heard her voice bid them enter.

As they pushed their way in their eyes widened as they saw (Y/n) laid out on the bed naked, seemingly waiting for them.

"I was starting to get a little disappointed, I didn't think you were coming. And it is so nice that you came as a pair. Well! Come in, you don't want to keep a lady waiting do you." (Y/n) said, chuckling as the two men rushed into the room.

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A sudden rush of cold air brought both men back from the memory of their first night with (Y/n) Baratheon, a night that was to become the first of many.

The two smiled as they saw a familiar figure come through the door, that glided towards them, past the patrons of the brothel.

"My, my, fancy seeing you two here." (Y/n) said, discreetly pulling down the hood that covered her features.

As both men rose and embraced her, (Y/n) took their hands and began to pull them towards a room in the back.

"Let's not waste time with mere embraces, you pair and I have some catching up to do." (Y/n) said, pushing the two into the room, and locking the door behind her.