Thrones doesn't have to be over with season 8! 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.
Three terrified-looking women in skimpy dresses cowered against the wall, but sympathetically watched the man on the floor. Across the table from the small man, who had now at least managed to right himself, stood a lumbering figure with his fist still raised. When the large man spoke, anger clung to his words as he boomed, "You stunted, sorry excuse for a man! Did you think I wouldn't find you? Did you think I wouldn't kill you for what you did?"
The large man stepped forward and swung his fist out across the table again, reaching for his prey, who had ducked behind one of the upturned chairs. Growling, he shoved the table out of his way, sending it clattering against wall. The women screamed and jumped out of the way as the large man wound up for another swing.
Bronn placed one hand securely on the hilt of his sword as the other hand shot out and caught the large man's arm in mid-swing. Bronn wasn't entirely sure why he had done this, but he had now apparently chosen a side...
===> A perfect addition to your GOT collection, including Hodor's Autobiography, Thoughts In My Head by Ned Stark, and Things Jon Snow Knows!
