Bronn pressed his flat palms on the Queen's hands and felt her delicate, fair skin. It brought him a strange thrill. This was the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, after all. And with this, her corruption began, with the mere touch of his hands.
"Maiden of grace, look kindly now,
Ease his pain, smooth furrowed brow.
Guide him to grow, both strong and true,
A gift of love made whole by You."
He squeezed his hands while reciting and using that magic once again. It was just a spell that he had to mutter under his breath. The rest just… happened.
"Ummmh!" Cersei shook suddenly, her beautiful eyes wide open, somehow tearful. Her reaction sounded like a subtle moan.
Bronn felt that and opened his eyes to look at the woman. He smiled like the most harmless creature in the world. "The Gods press close, Your Grace… you feel it, aye?"
Cersei nodded and looked down. "It's… warm. From your hand to mine, and then… to my son."
Bronn just smiled and closed his eyes again, squeezing her soft hands a little more, making his touch linger, noticeable. He spoke a few more lines of prayers before finishing.
He moved his hands away from the Queen's. "He'll live, Seven be praised, but it'll take a week of continuous care, prayer, and healing, a few potions and ointments that I'll brew and deliver myself to fully mend him. But I'd wager you're keener on his tongue than my sermon now."
Bronn looked at the door, where Ser Barristan just entered, holding a few items. The hearth was already lit by maids.
"On time, Ser Barristan." Bronn received the items: a jar of water and a steel bowl. He wasted no time, poured a little bit of water into the bowl, and placed it on the fire. He waited for the boil to come. "My potions are only meant for matured bodies. When it comes to children, the potion must be diluted in clean water."
"But why boil it, Lord Septon?" asked Ser Barristan curiously.
"Because the Mother guided my tongue," Bronn bullshitted, all his knowledge was from his other memories. "Our eyes can't see, but vile miasma coats everything, worse in King's Landing, the stench itself tells. Leave that miasma to rot and bellies turn, babes like the Prince might not last a night. By boiling, you cleanse that miasma."
"Aye, true enough," Robert blurted, arms crossed, frowning, nodding. "Some of my men died during the rebellion from drinking filthy water. If we had boiled it too…"
"They'd still draw breath, perhaps. But the past's the Seven's plaything, and the morrow's ours to botch or bless." Bronn waited for the boiled water to return to room temperature. Then, he took the large vial he usually hung around his neck, opened it, and added just three drops to the water.
Finally, Bronn walked over to the cradle, dipped his finger in the diluted potion, and softly put it in the babe's mouth. He repeated that until all of that diluted potion was gone.
"His eyes," Cersei gasped, her cheeks flushing with an unsteady smile. "He… Gods, he's looking at me."
Quickly, Robert walked over as well.
"Waaaaa~"
And then came the strong wail of the babe. He moved his arms and legs as well. The wail felt so loud that for a long moment, nobody said anything. Even the breaths seemed hushed.
"The Prince will live," Bronn declared and stepped aside, allowing the King and the Queen to rejoice and hold their son. Of course, Robert grabbed the boy first, much to Cersei's visible dissatisfaction.
Soon after, Cersei took the babe, wrapped the cloth all over, and held him snug against her chest. Her tears flowed nonstop. Even if her hatred for Robert was noticeable, her love for the boy appeared even greater than that hate. Her eyes held true fondness for the babe.
How could she not after carrying him for nine months?
Seven cunts, I'm tired.
Bronn stretched his arms, the fatigue finally settling in. He was really nervous before, having ridden as fast as he could to reach before the babe died. Now, he felt how sore his ass was.
"Ser." He strolled nearer to Ser Barristan. "Mother's mercy calls me to Baelor's Sept this eve. Will you walk me past the castle gates?"
"Of…"
"You'll stay here, Septon. In this castle. My own chamber, if you'll have it! I owe you a debt, no, the crown owes you. You didn't just save my boy, you saved the realm's future itself." Robert turned, his words fierce and earnest. "Let me answer it in kind."
Bronn smiled and bowed his head slightly. "I accept your kind words, Your Grace. But a wealthy merchant from Oldtown has arranged my lodgings in the city, in a large mansion. There I'll preach and mend bodies as I did before. But locked inside your walls, the smallfolk can't come knocking. Best for your safety, Her Grace's, and the young Prince's too—Seven witness, common folk drag trouble behind them sometimes."
Before the King could speak again, Bronn continued.
"And there's the matter of a few uncommon items for the necessary medicines and ointments. Only I can see to it properly, for the Seven know their worth is not for careless fingers."
"Bah, nonsense! Give me the names and I'll see it on your table come the dawn," Robert roared.
While Bronn knew Robert would do it, but the special ingredient was something he really couldn't tell anyone. It was merely a word meant to linger there… for the Queen to hear.
"I do have a list. I'll give it to Ser Barristan and—" Bronn paused suddenly and rushed forward, startling everyone there. The Kingsguards feared he aimed to harm the King.
But Bronn ran past the King and reached for the Queen, who was still holding the babe. She was falling backwards, struggling to balance.
Woosh!
Bronn reached right on time and grabbed the Queen in his arms, sideways, one arm over her upper back, the other aiding the babe's weight so he wouldn't fall. Though he didn't shy away from taking a few liberties and feeling her full tits over the gown.
"Your Grace!" Bronn voiced. "Take the babe!"
Once the Prince was taken, Bronn opened his vial again and poured half of its contents into Cersei's mouth.
"This will rejuvenate you again. The Seven know worry robs the belly," Bronn said, seeing Cersei's eyes open again, bigger than before, flashing with curiosity.
"W-What was… that?"
"I brewed this in Oldtown. It rejuvenates one's body. Maesters swore by it, though they used it to wring more hours from the night to study." Bronn explained and extended the still half-full vial to the King. "Your Grace, finish it. Seven see you look starved of both rest and meat."
Without a second thought, Robert grabbed the vial and downed it. The Kingsguards tried to jump and stop him.
"Seven hells!" Robert roared the loudest he'd in days. "What is this magical thing, Lord Septon?! By the Gods, I've not felt so alive since I was a boy!"
Bronn smiled and helped Cersei stand up straight again. It was surprising that nobody came over to help her. Their trust in him was… welcomed.
Cersei, too, was all smiles and returned to watch her son, unbothered by how Bronn's hand traced down her back and slid over to her supple hips in the end.
Soon.
With that, Bronn moved away again, this time truly leaving the chamber. Robert accompanied him out, constantly rambling about how delighted he was, and how much he'd reward Bronn.
In truth, Bronn was more inclined to take the rewards on his own. In his eyes, Robert was no different from Aerys. Both were nobles and royals, born with a silver spoon. Furthermore, he'd heard about Robert's whoring. While Bronn himself was no better man, he didn't go around siring bastards nobody wanted.
Each seed he sowed had a mother and a father.
"I shall return in the morning to apply the healing and the ointments, Your Grace. May the Father watch till I do."
"Lord Septon, you need no invitation. My doors stand open for you always."
Bronn had felt the change. Robert had stopped calling him just 'septon' and now added 'lord' to it, just as other smallfolk and his followers did in Oldtown.
Finally, he bowed his head and left the Red Keep.
That night, he went straight to the Great Sept of Baelor to meet with the High Septon and pray.
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