####
In the coming months, Bronn continued to reside inside Oldtown. His name and fame were absolute by then. From morning till evening, lines stood outside his House of Seven Blessings. He also blessed more women.
At last, even noble women had started to knock on his door. Albeit they remained lesser nobles.
The Starry Stept never interfered with him again. The Stranger's fear ran deep. Bronn had free rein to do whatever he wanted to. And he did just that. He moved into a bigger building, big enough that it had its own massive courtyard. And inside that courtyard, he started to hold spiritual gatherings where he healed a few people, spoke about the Seven, told them made-up stories, or stories he read in the Citadel.
He used free food kitchens to spread the word.
From a hundred to a thousand. From a thousand to ten thousand.
Bronn had to seek Lord Leyton's permission to use the tourney grounds outside the city for his spiritual gatherings. He was the sole focus of these gatherings. He presented himself as the best medium to reach the Seven. He presented himself as if his words were messages of the Seven.
Donations, fame, name, crowds, women—Bronn lacked nothing.
Even Lynesse, over the months, he bedded her casually. After some time, they'd stopped bothering with all the rituals and prayers. They fucked for the sake of fucking. He claimed her rear as well, finishing his conquest for good. But he kept bedding her because she was just too beautiful to let go. His cock, his potions, he made his presence akin to an addiction for her. Her mind, her used cunt, her body belonged to him.
But still, she wasn't interested in becoming his septa. That was his one regret.
So, respecting her wish to be wed to a noble lord and live a comfortable, luxurious life, he focused on loosening her cunt to help whichever noble she'd marry. How magnanimous.
"I… I… will miss you."
Lynesse mumbled, cockfilled, Bronn's cum leaking out of her sore cunt as she stopped riding him and fell forward on his chest, her tits squeezed.
"Likewise," Bronn replied, savoring her satin soft ass on his palms. "By the grace of the Gods, our roads will meet again. I am a traveling septon, after all."
"Mmmh…" Lynesse sloppily kissed him.
Eventually, they removed their sweaty, slick bodies from each other and got dressed. Lynesse had to return to Hightower, and Bronn was to leave Oldtown. As Malora had given birth to a healthy, strong, red-haired boy just as Bronn had promised.
Lord Hightower was in awe, fanatically religious about him and his blessings. Even declared Bronn as House Hightower's Chief Septon for life. While that title meant nothing, it showed how much House Hightower valued him.
"Is everything loaded?" He walked downstairs to the entryway of his large mansion. He now owned it for life, a gift from Lord Leyton.
"It is, Lord Septon." Septa Unella reported.
Fine as ever. Bronn nodded. He hadn't made too much progress with her, but she no longer hesitated his pecks and would join the tongue action from time to time.
With a sigh, he stared at the dozen knights that Lord Leyton had prepared for his departure. They were to escort him all the way to Highgarden, where Bronn had been invited at last. It was for his own safety, as the people of Oldtown had indeed become fanatic. He could no longer walk the city's streets without getting mobbed by worshippers seeking his blessing.
While he had voluntarily cultivated such a reputation, it also cost him freedom. And now, he hoped not to face such issues after leaving the city.
"Let's move then."
He walked over to the large wheelhouse, another gift from Lord Leyton. He opened the door and, as expected, there she was, Malora Hightower, his new traveling septa, potions enthusiast, and a willing cocksleeve. She'd given birth to a boy just three months ago, and she'd already moved on, having left the child to her father's care.
Bronn didn't care. He enjoyed his solemn duty of draining Malora's tits every other day. There was quite the thrill in doing something so filthy to a highborn woman.
"Lord Septon." Malora pushed the book towards Bronn. "What is this ingredient?"
She was occupied by the book he'd given her.
Thud!
The wheelhouse door was shut and they started moving right away, escorted. As soon as they left the gates of his mansion, loud noises were audible. And when the straight road leading to the Kingsgate came, the noise became recognizable.
Not bad.
Bronn smiled while staring outside. The people of Oldtown had come out to wave him goodbye. Some threw petals from their balconies. It was a pure spectacle, as if a hero had returned home. Only in his case, he was a septon leaving.
"They adore you, Lord Septon," Unella murmured, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "A healer, a bringer of blessings. They whisper you cannot be killed."
Bronn didn't correct her and just enjoyed that loud goodbye. Oldtown had given him a lot. Likewise, he'd taken a lot: women, gold, connections.
Once they left through the Kingsgate, the road became clear, straight towards Highgarden. Yet, for many miles, whenever his carriage passed a village, town, or traveling group, the people stopped and bowed towards him. Understandably, as people from beyond Oldtown also came to him for healing.
"Lord Septon, which plant is this?"
Malora didn't give a damn, however. He sighed and helped her out, and then relaxed back in that comfortable stagecoach. Remembering his journey from King's Landing, he pondered about Elia.
My bastard on the throne. Laughable but… I wouldn't mind.
Elia had given birth to a silver-haired, violet-eyed boy many months ago, much to the realm's shock. Bronn imagined depression in the King's Hall and joy across those who sided with the Targaryens.
But Bronn couldn't care less. He had only one side, his own. The royals, the nobles, there was no difference. They were mere tools, just as they saw him.
Roseroad from Oldtown to Highgarden was rather smooth. Connecting two of the richest houses and places in Westeros, the difference was noticeable. The ride wasn't long either. Still, it took three days.
Bronn slept in fine inns on the way. With Malora to warm his bed, it was pure joy. At last, he felt like the septon he strived to be.
"We'll arrive at Highgarden soon, Lord Septon," the captain of the escorts informed him.
Bronn fixed his hair and belt. The Tyrells were important. While Hightower was influential, it was the Tyrells who ruled all of Reach. Having them under his palm was having the entire Reach. But according to the information he'd gathered, Olenna Tyrell was going to be a thorn.
A spider? Snake?
Moving Olenna Tyrell out of the way was the best solution. Then he'd have Mace Tyrell to control, a rather easy-to-sway fool.
"It's beautiful," Unella exclaimed beside him.
Bronn looked out of the window and indeed, the distant Highgarden was stunning, and a behemoth of a castle. And just as they reached the turning point near the bridge that led to Ocean Road, the wheelhouse started to slow down.
In time, they halted entirely.
Bronn opened the door and walked out. Malora stayed inside, but Unella followed behind him. They hadn't arrived yet, but their path was blocked by dozens of beautifully armored men on horses, flying the Tyrell flag.
At the front was a fat man, struggling to get off the horse.
"Oh, Seven bless my eyes." Mace Tyrell was a man who loved praise and also knew when to reciprocate. With clasped hands, he approached Bronn and bowed his head, eyes closed. "Lord Septon, what a gift it is to receive you. My household has long spoken of your miracles, your mercies, your wisdom. Highgarden opens its gates and its heart to you."
Fat oaf indeed.
Bronn smiled and looked towards the castle in the distance. "By the Seven's mercy, the blessing is mine, to behold a castle so fine."
"Please, follow us, Lord Septon. The castle is yours."
It was a treatment akin to a King's visit. But of course, Bronn had no delusions. Mace was kissing his ass to get his eldest son's leg healed. The fat fuck was using him, as they all hoped to.
But it'll cost you greatly, my friend. Everything, perhaps.
From there, the escort sent by Lord Leyton was to be sent back. The Tyrells took over his security. Bronn didn't like that, but he was still looking for a decent sellsword company he could hire. It was hard to trust them, knowing they were blades sold for money. One had to pay them more than him to betray him.
Though the thought of making his own guard order crossed his mind. There were plenty of religious hedge knights out there. He just had to lure them.
Clop-Clop-Clop-Clop!
Right when Mace and Bronn were about to continue, they heard the noise of multiple horses running towards them. The Tyrell men moved aside as the incoming men flew the King's flag.
There were only three men, one in golden armor and a white cape, the other two wearing Baratheon colors.
"Lord Tyrell."
The man in golden armor halted his horse and jumped with a speed that was impressive. He took off his helmet, his hair white, beard long.
"Ah, Ser Barristan." Mace Tyrell exclaimed, but he was confused. "What brings you here in such a rush?"
The old Kingsguard turned to look at Bronn.
"Are you Bronn the Blessed?"
Keeping his expression solemn, Bronn nodded. "That is me."
Ser Barristan suddenly moved and clasped his hands like offering his prayer. It looked like a genuine prayer as the old knight closed his eyes for a moment.
"Lord Septon, I come bearing urgent tidings. Queen Cersei has given this realm a son, but the boy's strength falters, and the Grand Maester holds little hope for him. The King himself commanded me to seek your aid in preserving the Prince's life." Ser Barristan hastily explained. "I have relays prepared on the road. With hard riding, we may reach the city within a week."
Seven cunts! That's… What if the babe dies before I reach the damn city?
Bronn frowned.
What if I can't save him?
Bronn thought of everything. He didn't know the situation of the babe, so he couldn't say anything. It was risky business. While the Kingsguard called it 'seeking his aid', Bronn knew that if he refused, and the babe died, King Robert would blame him.
But if I go and he still dies, Stranger will have me.
He was stuck between cliffs.
So, Bronn looked at Mace Tyrell. Perhaps the man's urgency to heal his son's leg could save him.
"Ah! Then you must hurry, Lord Septon!" Mace exclaimed.
"..."
With a sigh, Bronn looked behind at Septa Unella. "Go back to Oldtown and live in the mansion."
He didn't trust the Tyrells one bit. Even more so with Malora around.
Finally, Bronn turned to the Kingsguard.
"Lead the way, Ser Barristan."
___________________
Check out Bronn X Elia & Bronn X Alerie Hightower NSFW ART, and advance chapters at [email protected]/MrPlotThickens or Subscribestar.adult/mrplotthickens
Advance chapters on [PATREON] are in long-form format. I have 4 long chapters of this story on Patreon. That's equal to 18-22 Webnovel chapters.
Old Free Art on Discord: https://discord.gg/W5FdB6WXaP