Tales of Thrones

Fanfiction Short Reads

De: Hodor

Narrado por: Teovanth

Thrones doesn't have to be over with season eight! Here are six short stories about the characters you love:

• How Bronn met Tyrion
• Jamie becomes the greatest swordsman
• The back story of Varys
• Can Arya kill the Hound?
• Samwell Tarly's story
• Dragons aren't just for show

The scent of the building was almost as powerful as the sounds that crashed over Bronn as he pulled the door open. The large room was packed nearly to the brim, and it appeared that most of the inn’s patrons were already in varying stages of intoxication. Bronn pushed gruffly past a young man who burped in his face as he passed, and made his way up to the shoddy wooden bar. He dropped his fist to the bar with a thud, causing the eyes of the disheveled bar wench to snap over to him. Sliding a dripping mug of ale to a patron at the other end of the bar, she crossed to Bronn and asked, "What’ll it be?"

"Ale is fine," he replied, letting a few small coins clatter against the bar. "You have any rooms free for tonight?"

With a quick, practiced motion, the bartender scooped up the coins and slipped them into a small pocket against her ample bosom. As she filled another mug with ale, she nodded.

"Aye, there’s still a few free. How long will you be staying with us?"

The bartender slid the mug into Bronn’s waiting hands. He tossed out a few more coins. "Just staying for tonight, love...unless you figure out a way to keep me here," he offered with a sly smile.

She ignored him and returned to her other customers.

With a shrug, Bronn picked up his mug and was just tasting his first sip of frothy ale, when a particularly loud wave of yelling drifted over from the far corner of the room. He glanced over to see what was happening, but the corner was too full and too shadowy to make out anything with certainty.

With nothing better to do, and his curiosity piqued, Bronn pushed off the bar and weaved his way through the gathering crowd towards the back corner. Two chairs had been knocked over, and at least a few mugs worth of ale were running unhindered from the table to the floor. A small man with bright blond hair was scrambling to pick himself up off the floor, grabbing futilely at the wall behind him. Given both the darkness of the corner and the crowd of onlookers that was beginning to form, it took Bronn a second to see that the little man’s nose was broken, dripping heavy drops of dark blood across his face.

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A perfect addition to your GOT collection, including Hodor's Autobiography, Thoughts in My Head by Ned Stark, and Things Jon Snow Knows!

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A truly enlightened and enjoyable offering..

Definitely a worth while compilation of insights on many GoT fans favs and a wonderful way to spend a couple of hours waiting for a flight!