“Stokeworth?” Tyrion hopped from the bed. “And pray, what is there for you in Stokeworth?” “A bride.” Bronn smiled like a wolf contemplating a lost lamb. “I’m to wed Lollys the day after next.” “Lollys.” Perfect, bloody perfect. Lady Tanda’s lackwit daughter gets a knightly husband and a father of sorts for the bastard in her belly, and Ser Bronn of the Blackwater climbs another rung. It had Cersei’s stinking fingers all over it. “My bitch sister has sold you a lame horse. The girl’s dim-witted.” “If I wanted wits, I’d marry you.” “Lollys is big with another man’s child.” “And when she pops him out, I’ll get her big with mine.”
Book:A Storm of Swords