Tyrion and Bronn could get along well again, if they are reunited. Tyrion told Bronn that he'd always pay more than anyone trying to buy Bronn away... but Tyrion did not anticipate his father buying Bronn.
Bronn is ambitious and Tyrion respects that. Tyrion knows Bronn's strenths and Bronn respects that. Both of them understand each other's appetites fairly well.
It'll be interesting to see Bronn's future. Do you think we'll see it in a POV?
Bronn
Damn the dwarf! Damn him straight to hell.
Bronn was in a foul mood. He had no desire to lose everything so quickly. The land, the power, and the title were all in jeopardy.
To hell with his wife, too... well not yet, three sons would be enough to ensure his title.
Why couldn't Tyrion just disappear like any other dwarf in a mummer's troupe? Why did he have to show up now? Why did he have to show up here?
He remembered just yesterday he'd been on top of the world. Cersei had been behind the attempt on his life... she ordered his stupid kinsman to challenge him to a duel. Bronn had loved every second of it. He was born to fight, to scrap. Dueling put every sense on edge and he never felt more alive than when his life was in danger. But Bronn had never lost. Victory was sweet because he was alive and his enemy was not.
Yesterday he enjoyed a new thrill, personally slaying an enemy in front of his sworn men. He'd killed in front of friends, but never vassals. His vassals had roared their approval at his skill and style... and they accepted him as their leader in their hearts now, Bronn could feel it.
Yesterday life was grand. Today the dwarf had returned. Now Bronn was in a duel he did not understand. This Game of Thrones had attacks and ambushes that he was unaware of... Bronn felt his neck exposed to his enemies.
The choices seemed limited to three. Send Tyrion on his way and pretend that he'd never seen the Imp... but, surely the story would get back to the crown and then the bounty hunters arrive. No, sending Tyrion away would not do at all.
Bronn could also turn Tyrion over to Cersei. The Queen would forgive Bronn of all his crimes and would deliver the Lordship that she'd promised for the Imp. But what stories would Tyrion tell as they tortured him? Undoubtedly, he'd confess to ordering Bronn commit murder and other sins. The damned dwarf would probably name him as accomplice in Lord Tywin's death. No, the dwarf was too dangerous to be turned over alive.
On the other hand a dead Tyrion, might not give the Queen Bitch as much pleasure as a live Tyrion, but he would not spread any malicious tales about his former bodyguard either. Hmmmm. What to do?
Bronn climed down to the Stokeworth dungeons.
Smells like hell. Well, he'd been in worse places.
"What shall I do with you, dwarf" said Bronn.
The answer floated from behind the black cell door, "Free me and I'll pay..."
"All the gold in Casterly Rock," replied Bronn. "I've heard that one before."
He heard jangling of chains in the cell. So his gaoler put Tyrion in chains... good man. "No, you upjumped son of a whore! I'm talking about..."
"You always said your tongue would be the death of you. Just so happens that'd make your sister happy."
"Look, I understand your reticence to belive that gold will fix everything. But I'm not offering gold."
Bronn chuckled to himself, "Are you gonna offer me one of your whores?" And to his amusement he heard the Imp's muttered curses from within the cell. To further his enjoyment, he opened the door and let the torchlight wash over Tyrion's hideous face.
"Imp, you'd better get serious real quick. Make sense and make it before this torch goes out, because your slut of a sister is gonna make me rich and powerful."
Tyrion's mismatched eyes seemed mesmerizing as they bored into Bronn. "I can get you on the Small Council."
"I know nothing of ships, coins, whispers, or maesters," snorted Bronn.
"Ah, but you do know something of being a bodyguard, no?"
Bronn smiled, "I'd have to renounce my lands." The torch burned lower.
"So what? Your son can keep them, on second thought I'll give him better ones. Your half-wit wife can stay here with him... you'll get a couple of the finest courtesans in King's Landing."
The torch flickered. "Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, huh?"
"Queensguard, actually. You'll be the first... a legend."
Respect from vassals felt good to Bronn... admiration and loyalty from the best knights in that land would be grand.
"You want me to crown your sister? Bitch tried to kill both of us."
"Not Cersei Lannister, nor Sansa Stark and not even Margaery Tyrell. I mean to crown a
Targaryen."
"You're almost out of time, dwarf. What secret do you have that's gonna make this all come true?"
Bronn's torch fluttered and went out. From the black he heard one word...
Dragons.