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romancingromanoff · 8 months

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Hi there, your stories are amazing, I really love them, I was wondering if you could do a margaery tyrell x F targaryen reader, where the reader is the sister of daenerys, and she also has a personality like her badass ancestor visenya instead of being ladylike

Sorry this took so long but I had a lot of fun with this request. It made me realize how much I miss writing for GoT and Margaery. I made our reader similar to Visenya in the sense that they share a love for combat and have tenacious spirits, but she isn't a complete carbon copy of her ancestor and lacks more of the diplomatic skill/finesse she was also known for. I hope you enjoy and thank you!

Daenerys was finally on the throne. You had already left Essos with a massive force the world had not seen in centuries with the Dothraki, the Unsullied, and three full grown dragons at your sister’s command. With the additional support from the Tyrells, the Dornish, and the Greyjoys, Cersei Lannister stood absolutely no chance. As Dany rode on Drogon and you rode Viserion, the sky over King’s Landing and the Red Keep instantly darkened.

The smallfolk and many of Cersei’s supporters had already begun to turn on her after the destruction of the Great Sept of Baelor. Luckily, Margaery Tyrell and a few others had been able to escape thanks to her sharp wits and quick thinking, while the High Sparrow and the majority of his followers had perished in the explosion. Poor King Tommen, who was under the impression that his wife had been killed, had taken his own life soon after by jumping from the Red Keep. As your army surrounded King’s Landing, the City Watch peacefully surrendered before any blood needed to be shed and your forces quickly closed in on the queen. There were a few loyal members of the Kingsguard that were willing to put down their lives for their queen, the most notable among them being the Kingslayer himself, however, they could only delay the inevitable.

Your father’s murderer was swiftly stabbed in the back by Grey Worm, killed the exact same way he had betrayed his king. Every part of you envied your friend for being the one to end the Kingslayer’s life. You were told that Cersei broke down upon watching her brother and lover die protecting her. She had poison on hand which she planned to use on herself but wasn’t quick enough to evade capture. No, she would not get a swift death. Dany had her presented to the entire city and lit her up with Drogon’s dragon fire in the tradition of your ancestors. She died screaming for mercy while the crowds cheered, the tyrant queen was finally gone.

Unfortunately, there had been very little time to celebrate your victory before a convoy from the North traveled down with news of an ancient threat that sought to wipe out all of humanity.

Neither you or Dany believed that the White Walkers actually existed until you flew north of the wall yourselves to witness the army of the dead with your own eyes. You immediately summoned dragon fire to try and destroy whatever portions of the army you could, but then Viserion and you had nearly been killed in the attack when an unimaginably deadly spear made of ice had been launched in your direction by the Night King himself. Viserion dove quickly and turned his body so that you wouldn’t be hit but part of his left wing was snagged and soon the two of you were falling out of the sky. Your dragon was able to soften the landing for you as best as he could but the impact was still extremely damaging on your body.

Being more of a fighter, you had suffered your fair share of injuries in the past. Around your sixth nameday, a special sling had to be made for your arm. You had broken it while wielding a large stick you found in the gardens of one of the many sponsors in Essos you lived with before moving onto the next. In your mind, you imagined it was the Valyrian steel sword Dark Sister that had once belonged to your great ancestor Visenya Targaryen. One jump off of the roof with your imaginary dragon had led to a nasty fall and started a series of mostly self-induced, reckless wounds.

Scars covered your body, telling the stories of every horse you’d fallen off of and time you’d wrestled a Dothraki warrior that was easily twice your size. Daenerys hated how eager you were to pick up any sword or bow you could get your hands on but understood that trying to stop you only fueled the fire in your veins. When she had entered the funeral pyre and given birth to her three dragons, the only thing you could talk about from then on out was when they’d be large enough to ride. Not once did you worry about the possibility of falling out of the sky.

It took an entire week before you finally awoke, your first action trying to scramble out of bed despite the maesterscolding you for breaking several of your stitches. You had to know if your sister and friends were safe. Dany soon informed you that you were back in King’s Landing where Viserion was also healing. It was truly a relief to find out that he would be okay. Then your sister informed you of her plan to return to the north and aid in the fight against the dead at Winterfell while you were ordered to stay and rest in the capital.

“Dany, please!” You protested with every ounce of energy you had, causing a sharp pain to rip through your shoulder. “Let me go with you. I won’t let you do this alone!”

“You are in no shape to fight, sister, and neither is your dragon. As your queen, I order you to stay here. I still have not been crowned and I need someone I can trust to guard the iron throne.”

It was a fight you knew you could not win, yet you dreaded being left alone in this strange city. “We have no allies here. I have no friends. Please, let me at least go with you to Winterfell and I won’t fight, I give you my word.” The thought of not being able to participate in the battle pained you but you at least wanted to be there for support.

Your sister adamantly shook her head. “No, I will not gamble with your life. You are my heir and the only other person I trust to enact our mission. That is my final decision. Missandei and a few of the Unsullied will stay here with you. You should take the opportunity to get to know the people here, learn about the culture and make more allies. Many in Westeros still view us as foreigners and I need to know who I can truly trust to fully support my reign.”

“Dany, you know I’m hopeless when it comes to this stuff,” you sighed and could already tell your head would be hurting for weeks if you were forced to sit and make pleasantries with strangers. Between you and your sister, she had always been more naturally gifted in the ways of diplomacy and charming others to listen to her words. You, on the other hand, were more inclined to laugh at the absolute worst moment of a conversation or trip over your own words and accidentally curse in a way completely unfit for a highborn lady. “If it’s seven kingdoms you wish to rule then you’ll ensure I’m not able to make a fool of myself in front of the most powerful families in Westeros.”

There was no convincing her. Your eyes stung stung for hours when your sister left you behind. In the following days, more agonizing than your wounds was the dreadful feeling of not knowing whether or not your friends were alive or dead. Being bedridden you felt completely helpless as the days came and went with no ravens delivering news of any sort of outcome yet. After a few days, you were finally given permission to try and walk again and took every opportunity to explore the castle. Missandei eventually tried to force you to rest and it took a great deal of effort to ditch her. Trying to shuffle as quickly as you could through several smaller corridors resulted in you being completely lost.

That was where you first met Margaery Tyrell. Somehow, she managed to sneak up on you the third time you realized you had walked past the same statue. “Your grace,” she performed a small curtsy in front of you. “I’m glad to see you have progressed tremendously from your injuries. I’m Margaery of the House Tyrell, truly, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“I…“ Oh gods, you weren’t prepared for this at all. It was like you instantly had forgotten how to speak. Many had said that Margaery was the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros. And although you had seen very little of the seven kingdoms thus far, you were inclined to agree. She was utterly breathtaking, with honeyed hair and hypnotic eyes. You cursed at yourself for leaving Missandei, the only person that might have been able to save you in this current situation. You needed her to say absolutely anything else in literally any of the several languages she spoke. Even gibberish would have been better than you just standing there gaping at the poor lady.

She went ahead and continued speaking after you failed to respond with anything more than a wordless stare. “May I assist you in any way? I know how daunting finding your way around the castle can be. During my first two weeks of living here I got lost on my way to the Great Hall and found myself in a sunken courtyard where two men conversed with one another in a foreign language I didn’t recognize and ignored my presence when I tried to ask for help in Common Tongue. I had to wait for a cook to come rescue me and that was only because he was chasing a pigeon that had stolen his spoon from the kitchen!”

It was unclear whether or not you were meant to laugh at her anecdote and you didn’t want to risk doing the wrong thing. But then Margaery herself began chuckling at her previous misfortune and you felt relaxed enough to lift your lips into a small smile. Her energy was contagious and frankly, so was the sound of her laughter. You immediately wished to hear more of it.

“Yes, well… It’s, uh, strange never having been here myself but knowing my family has walked these halls for generations. I asked a servant if the rumors that dead Targaryens haunt the corridors were true and she nearly fainted. I suppose that answered my question. Honestly, it would be nice if their ghosts could offer me any directions.”

You worried that you might have overshared, although you had only been trying to follow Margaery’s lead. But the charming woman in front of you suddenly burst into the most melodic laughter you’d ever heard and a strange warmth rushed into your face.

“That would be helpful, wouldn’t it, if those from the past could offer their wisdom to us before we make the exact same mistakes they did?”

“Yes, exactly!” The fact that the two of you are on the same page has you giggling with complete elation. “Do you ever think about your dead family?”

As soon as the words left your mouth you only realized what you just said. Oh gods, why did you have to phrase it like that? How foolish did you have to be to forget that her own brother, Loras Tyrell, had been unable to escape the Great Sept not even two moons ago?

Margaery blinked twice, staring at you mildly stunned. It was the same look you see on your sister’s face whenever tries to hold in a cringe and realizes she’ll have to offer up an explanation for your infantile behavior.

“I-I must apologize, my lady, I didn’t mean to say it like that.” You took several steps back from the woman, unsure if she wanted to turn and leave so you were prepared to excuse yourself first. “I understand if you want me to leave.”

“It’s alright. Please, stay.” You felt her hand reach for your wrist and although her touch was nothing but gentle it startled you. Your eyebrows immediately shot up like she had frozen you by some strange magic. “You’ve done nothing to offend me. I suppose I was simply surprised by your choice of words.”

You released a breath you’d been holding. “That tends to be a regular occurrence I’m afraid. My lady, I truly am sorry about the loss of your brother. My own was rather cruel and I feared him since I was a small child, yet his death unsettled me greatly even though he deserved it. I understand you were very close with yours and no one deserves that sort of fate. You and your family have my deepest condolences.”

“Thank you,” Margaery spoke more softly before with a new contemplative look in her eyes. “Loras was deeply misunderstood and unfortunately people weren’t very accepting of his differences. I wish he had been able to freely live as himself without judgment.”

It sounded all too familiar. Recently, people you knew had spoken about the youngest Tyrell son’s… sexual preferences… But you always tried to avert your attention from such conversations when you came across them, even if the participants didn’t seem hostile with their judgment. You were no longer in Essos where people like yourself were generally more accepted in society. And although the High Sparrow and his fanatics were gone, members of the Faith of the Seven continued to persecute others like you.

“I understand the feeling. My sister and I hope to build a new Westeros where everyone is free to make their own decisions. A place that’s free of judgment and everyone can decide their own future, so long as it is done fairly. The weak and the poor will no longer break their backs for greedy men that would abuse them for a few coins.”

“I should be quite fortunate to witness it,” she gave you a bright smile and offered you her arm, which you hesitated to take at first. A part of you knew even the slightest bit of her touch would be addicting for you, which turned out to be correct. She guided you throughout the rest of the castle and you decided that you’d let her lead you anywhere.

You found it strange when only a fortnight had passed and surprisingly you felt as if you’d been friends with MargaeryTyrell much longer. Whether you were struggling to find the proper words to use or going off on one of your many animated tangents, the southern lady never judged nor criticized you. It quickly became evident that she was a master at socializing and had no problem carrying the conversation on her own when you internally fussed over what to say. However, she was also eager to listen when you finally let one of your passionate ramblings pour from your heart. Even subjects that were positively unladylike, which you had first assumed would be of no interest to your new companion, became effortlessly easy to talk about with her.

“Valyrian steel is objectively the best material to use if you ever needed an amputation. It cuts clean through skin, flesh, and bone, unlike more blunt blades which would be more likely to cause even greater injury. I’ve seen some medics have to practically saw their tools back and forth through limbs in order to get them to detach. It’s completely gruesome!”

“And Dark Sister, that was the one you used to pretend to have?” Margaery’s eyes shimmered like she was completely enthralled in your story. Never once did you think she’d call you a freak or too violent to be considered a lady.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. It was Visenya’s during Aegon’s conquests. I’ve always wanted to be a warrior like her for as long as I can remember. Of course Viserys only ever saw me and Daenerys as pawns easy enough to use, as was his right he said, to help take back his throne.”

“What he did was cruel and how I wish you had been treated better. Had a better childhood surrounded by your loved ones and a proper place to call home. I’m sure we would have met sooner, perhaps here at court. Except then you’d be the one showing me around and rescuing me from becoming lost!”

There’s nothing you could do to stop the blush from filling your cheeks as you imagined this rewritten version of history and who you might have been had things been different. The past wasn’t something you liked to dwell on too often as you knew there was no point in trying to change things, but one other thing had become incredibly clear about your future. You couldn’t imagine it without Margaery in your life.

Daenerys was finally due to come back tomorrow and while you were certainly eager to see her and have her introduced to Margaery, many other mixed emotions came with the letter she had most recently sent you. She’d mentioned several losses over the series of battles that had taken place up north. You knew victory would never have been easily won, but feared finding out which friends’ faces had been permanently taken from your life. Thankfully, Margaery was there to listen to you express your anxieties.

“I have this horrible feeling that Jorah is dead. As complicated as his past was, I never doubted that he would lay down his own life to save me or my sister. He once promised me that he would never leave us and yet somehow, I know he’s gone and done just that.”

“I will be here for you every step of the way,” Margaery assured you, grabbing your hands and softly rubbing her thumbs upon the tops of them. “You don’t have to go through this alone. I may not know any of your friends but I will not leave you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Do you promise?” You squeezed her hands tighter, gazing up into her wide eyes and looking for any sign of uncertainty. There were so few people in this world that you’d let get to know the real you, and even fewer that had stayed and accepted it.

Her eyes softened, and in a way of almost sealing her promise she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of you. You were a princess as your sister was the queen and people were regularly brought to bow before you just the same. Still, the way Margaery executed it without ever breaking eye contact made her particular act feel incredibly intimate, like she was pledging her loyalty not only to your blood or titles, but simply because it was you.

“I promise, my little dragon. Where you go, I go.” It was whenever she made statements like this that you almost believed she might have felt the same way as you did about her.

A snarky smile crept across your face. “Does that mean you’ll finally ride Viserion with me?” You’d recently been begging the woman you were infatuated with for a chance to impress her with the one experience you knew she would not have had. Or could find anywhere else.

She let out a nervous laugh. “You forget, my dear, that I am a rose and am meant to be firmly planted into the ground. And while I’m sure Viserion has no qualms with you riding him, he’s surely to be mistrustful of a stranger like me. There are no dragon riders in my family’s history, I’m afraid.”

“Maybe you’re a stranger to him as of now but we can remedy that! I am bonded to him more deeply than humans can be with normal animals, which means he should inherently trust you as much as I do. He’s going to love you, I know it. Margaery, you must know I would never put you into danger like that.”

There was a substantial amount of hesitance which began to fade from her eyes. You tried to show her what you believed was your most empathetic look and you watched as your words caused the last few threads of doubt to come undone.

“I trust you as well. But I shall have to ask for something small in return, if you’d agree to it.”

She could’ve asked you for the world and you knew you would give it to her. The two of you then struck a deal and made your way to dragon pit.

Viserion was already in protective mode as you approached him, making sure he had at least one eye on Margeary at all times. You started to speak to him in High Valyrian, explaining that you had brought a special friend and your comfort around her appeared to ease him. The golden rose tried to remain calm throughout the whole ordeal as well, though you sensed that she was dealing with a reasonable amount of nerves deep down. Her hand timidly reached out for yours, in a way that was surprisingly bashful for the normally confident woman, and you immediately accepted her touch.

Three circles around King’s Landing was all it took to change Margaery’s mind about flying. A perfectly blue and cloudless sky made for the perfect views. The few screams she attempted to stifle had turned into pure uninhibited laughter by the second lap, and you only landed shortly after to be certain you weren’t overworking Viserion so soon after his injury.

As much joy spending time with Margaery brought you, there was a voice from your past softly whispering in your ear, telling you not to get too attached. You were a dragon but you had been burned before. Dany was the only other person that truly knew how complicated your relationship with Doreah had been. Completely smitten with her from the start, it was easy enough for her to win over your innocent heart with a few stolen kisses and flirtatious words. She made you believe you were her favorite and even more special than your sister. It eventually drew a wedge between you and Danythat gave Doreah the opportunity to betray the both of you. Worst of all, you couldn’t prove it but you knew she had killed Irri too.

“Now do you see why I told you not to trust her?” Both your sister’s embrace and her words were firm as she had turned from the vault where Doreah and Xaro Xhoan Daxos were sealed inside. Your body was still shaking but Daenerys was determined for you to remember every detail of that exact moment. “As Targaryens, people will always envy our power and try not only to take it but to have us give it to them if they can.”

“I won’t ever let us feel like that again, sister, I swear it,” you had promised with the utmost sincerity.

You never let yourself fall for another again until you invited Margaery Targaryen to accompany you on Viserion and it made you feel alive again. The realization began to set in when your feet landed back on the ground, with a heaviness in both your heart and your knees suddenly overtaking you. Margaery naturally caught sight of the grimace on your face and asked if everything was alright. Honestly, you didn’t even know what the truth was.

“Margaery,” the gravity in your voice made even Viserion shift uncomfortably. You knew you had to be honest to receive honesty in return. “I will grant whatever favor you request of me as I am a woman and princess of my word. I only ask that you be sincere with me. Getting to know you recently has felt like a breath of fresh air, but I have been used and toyed with for my name and my power since I was born. You are a woman of noble birth with the duty of uplifting your family and house. I can respect that. It is also evident that you are more than capable of securing your own means of influence. You have been wed to three men that have called themselves ‘King’. It would be foolish of you not to try and befriend me, but I must know, what is it that you really want?”

Margaery sighed and momentarily averted her gaze from you. You’d never seen her that reserved before. Having her be the one too nervous to open up to you was a strange switch in the roles you’d mostly settled in over the past few weeks. It made you eager to demonstrate the lack of judgment you held on your part. You ached to be someone she could trust and every second of silence that passed had you sitting in bitter anticipation.

When she finally spoke, it was with a solemn sense of conviction. “I have wanted to be Queen for so long. You’re not wrong to assume it has completely consumed my life. These past few years have been especially driven by my obsession, which might have started as a seed planted by my family but became fully grown and sustained by my own ambition a long time ago.”

She paused after that, clearly unaccustomed to the position she had found herself in. There was also something else about her demeanor that you couldn’t clearly define. Shame, regret, possibly even indignation? You slowly leaned in closer, careful to make sure you weren’t overstepping, but wanting to show that you were there for her.

“I was always maintaining a specific persona, trying to play the role of a voice for the poor when I only cared about how the publicity could serve my own interests. I was not like you or your sister. Truthfully, I made very little effort to help anyone aside from myself and my family and never sacrificed more than a few comforts or dresses I dirtied. Even when I was officially the queen, all the power that came with the crown wasn’t enough to save my brother from the animosity and unfairness which runs so deeply in the establishments that uphold our society. Things that I didn’t spare a second thought for until they came to hurt the ones I love and it was too late to do anything.

“Margaery,” you shook your head and bravely reached for her hands. “None of what happened is your fault. You’re only one person and shouldn’t put the pressure to change history and customs by yourself. We’re all human.”

She squeezed your hands tightly, pulling you closer to her so that only a few inches separated your faces. Gods, being near her affected you like a powerful drug. She smelled of roses and fresh morning dew in the early spring as you expected from a lady of Highgarden. There was something in her presence that seemed to transport you there. And though you had never actually been, it strangely felt like home.

“Yes, you are human, dragon rider, and more,” she smiled and came to run the back of her fingers softly down your cheek. Your legs would have given out had you not been so determined to keep looking up into her enchanting eyes. “And yet when all odds were against you, you and your sister freed thousands and bettered the lives of countless others with nothing expected in return. That is true selflessness and deserves the right to rule, as I am certain you shall do fairly as these kingdoms desperately need. You will bring forth the future where people like me and Loras could have lived freely. A place I never even imagined until I met you.”

Nothing in her words or demeanor felt dishonest but something told you the request she had yet to make would reveal the ultimate truth. If she believed in you and your sister’s mission then would it be so outlandish to think she’d ask for your friendship above additional power? Your heart was beating frantically and you strained your voice to get out your next few words.

“Margaery, what is it that you want from me?” Despite knowing that she had the power to end you right then and there, you chose to cling onto hope and held onto her one hand and lean into the touch of the other which now rested on the opposite side of your face. Doreah had been gentle with you at times but not in a way quite like this. Her affections had always been calculated and she gave you just enough to leave you wanting more. Teasing and playing games with you where you were only awarded by granting her favors. Margaery held you like she never wanted to let you go, even if it burned her skin in the process.

“If you wouldn’t be opposed to it, I’d like to kiss you, little dragon.”

Your heart must’ve stopped and all you could do was nod. Then as soon as Margaery’s lips met your own it began to beat once more, complete with new life she breathed into you. Her kiss was soft at first, careful to ensure the continued contact was alright with you before you deepened it. She tasted of vanilla and sweets and you eagerly chased to explore into her mouth further with her tongue. Your enthusiasm must’ve surprised the other woman, though she gave off a pleased chuckle before shortly taking back the lead and her other hand found your waist.

“Kostilus,” you moaned as she pressed your bodies even closer together. Everything else you wanted to say you put into your movements. Margaery smiled once again and her chest vibrated when you went to wrap your arms around her neck and continued to interrupt your dance with brief pronunciations of Valyrian words. She didn’t need to speak the language to understand what you were pleading for, and it pleased her greatly in many ways.

The two of you instantly separated when Viserion let out a deep cry that vibrated the ground around you. He twisted his neck up towards the sky where a dark mass grew faster and faster in its descent. Drogon answered his brother’s call and you realized Dany must be home. You grabbed Margaery’s hand, the biggest grin painted across your face. Getting to kiss Margaery and reunite with your sister had you so giddy that it didn’t occur to you how Margaery had never met Drogonbefore, who was much larger and intimidating than your sweet Viserion.

But all you could think about was how relieved you were to see your sister and her dragon both safe and unharmed. You raced to Dany when she began to dismount and dragged Margaery along with you. You felt as if you could burst with joy in that very moment, although your sister’s face did not show the same excitement or relief as you would have expected. No, this wasn’t Dany excited to greet you after an easy victory. This was Queen Daenerys already fueled on anger and glaring daggers at the woman next to you.

To her credit, Margaery stood firmly next to you in the face of the Mother of Dragons and her fiercest son.

“Who is she?”

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 2 years

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Ruined Hallelujah

Pairing(s): Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon!Reader, Renly Baratheon x Loras Tyrell

Warnings: platonic affair, arranged marriage, femalexfemale, malexmale

Words: 2374

Summary: You had expected such a move from Robert, maybe even Stannis, but never from your brother Renly. He was well aware of your affair with Margaery, even supported it. Yet he had married you off to Robb Stark, King in the North.

The four of you had come to an agreement of sorts. An odd type of arrangement if anyone else were to find out, but you were happy with it. You were in love with the beautiful Margaery Tyrell of Highgarden ever since you met her months ago. It was hard not to love someone like her. She was enigmatic and vibrant and oh so lovely. And somehow she returned all of your affections genuinely. The first time the two of you shared a secret kiss you knew your heart was a goner to the fair maiden.

Then everything changed when you found out that she was to wed your older brother Renly.

Of course your brother knew of your love for Margaery and tried to console you. Tried telling you that it was a marriage of pure convenience. He loved you dearly, his one and only little sister, and the last thing he wanted to do was take part in your heartbreak. It was then that he broke down and told you of his own affair with Loras, Margaery’s brother. The two of you had shared a laugh about the whole situation. Renly vowed that he would make things work between the four of you. There was no reason for anyone to suffer.

That’s how it came about that the four of you discussed with one another how this would work.

Indeed there was no need for anyone to suffer. There was enough suffering on the battlefield.

The War of the Four Kings was raging on in all corners of Westeros. You and Margaery worried constantly about your brothers when they left for battle. That’s when more than ever you found comfort in her arms.

Even worse was the fact that one of the other supposed kings was your now eldest brother Stannis. It had been a difficult choice to make when Stannis demanded that you choose a side to base your loyalty. How could you though when you loved both of your brothers. In the end you chose Renly. Thinking about it you knew that between the two, Renly would be a far better king than Stannis. It had been Renly after all who took care of you most of your young life. While you did stay at Dragonstone for some time with Stannis and his court you didn’t find any joy in such a dreary place. It seemed that you always chose Renly.

On the night of Margaery and Renly’s wedding, it was you who slept with Margaery in their supposed marital bed; naked and sated.

Her fingers carded through your slightly tangled hair as you nuzzle your face between the warmth of her breasts. Giving the delicate skin small kisses every so often. Her sweet perfume still clung to her making your head swim deliciously.

“What’s wrong my love? You were less enthusiastic than usual.” Margaery whispers. Her free hand danced down your arm and briefly brushed against the side of your breast making you shiver.

It was true that you couldn’t even enjoy in the merriment of the festivities. You couldn’t bring yourself to be happy when there was a war going on.

“Should I be offended?” You hear the teasing in the question.

You laugh softly, kissing her nipple before you lift yourself up on your elbows. No matter how many times you saw her naked it was still such a divine sight everytime. You always felt like your body could never compare to her splendor. “I’m sorry. My mind is elsewhere when it should be here with you. I fear that the war has a hold on me though. Brother fighting brother. . . It’s not right yet it seems poetically justified. Isn’t that what history consists of? Brothers waging war against each other.”

“Have faith in Renly that he will make amends with Stannis. Eventually Stannis will see that he’s not fit to be king.”

You snort. “Dear Margaery, you don’t know Stannis. He thinks it’s his birthright to be king. After Robert he is the oldest. I think he may be even more stubborn than Robert was.”

She giggles and squirms underneath you. “Seems that’s a trait for all Baratheons!”

“Am I stubborn?”

“Very much so.” Margaery leans forward to press her lips on your’s and perfectly meld them together. You complied, as you always did, parting your lips to let your tongue dart out and beg for entrance.

“That’s what I love most about you though.” She admits against the kiss “Stubborn and tenacious. Like the warrior Nymeria.”

“Then I shall take it as a compliment.”

With Margaery, your worries were always forgotten.

At least for the time being.

“You shouldn’t be having a tourney! We’re in the middle of a war!” You have to stop yourself from shrieking as Renly put on his armor.

“Careful there sweet sister. You’re starting to act like Stannis.” He chuckles. Renly always loved to tease you. Especially when you were angry.

Trying to prevent your cheeks from puffing out as they so often did when you were upset, you cross your arms in front of you. “I’m serious Renly. You should concentrate more on what’s going on.”

“I am. I’m concentrated on what’s going on with you.” He replies more softly.

Perplexed you wait for him to explain.

Renly walks up to you, his armor clanking as he moved, and took your hands. “Margaery is worried about you (y/n). I’m worried about you too. This tourney is supposed to be for you. To get your mind off of all of this. Believe it or not your worry is worrying Margaery.”

You hadn’t thought about it like that. Feeling terrible for unknowingly putting Margaery through that you sink down to sit on top of one of Renly’s trunks. “It’s just so hard to enjoy things now. . .”

“I know. But you’re missing out on enjoying the small things. Leave the worrying to me (y/n). At least for a little while. I want you to enjoy this tourney with your lady love. You know how much she adores you.”

“Yes. You’re right. I’ll go apologize to her and enjoy the days ahead.” With a kiss to Renly’s cheek you pick up your skirts and rush out of his tent to go find the queen of your heart.

Lady Catelyn Stark looks over the whole affair with judgemental blue eyes that she had inherited from her father. Ned had always commented that they were their own, unique shade; Tully blue.

Renly wasn’t taking the situation seriously. Here he was throwing a tourney while good men died. He was treating it like a childish game.

A slight flare of anger flickered inside of her as she was walked through the grounds. The crisp air was filled with jovial laughs and the sound of hooves hitting the earth. All while her son struggled to form a bigger army, while her bannermen died at the hands of the Lannisters.

In the background were the clanging sounds of the tourney in full swing. The nearly thunderous cheers that were carried by the wind to Cat’s ears. Her guards lead her in the direction of the merriment knowing full well that King Renly would be there.

Indeed, there King Renly was with his loyal sister between him and a beautiful young lady that Cat could only assume was Renly’s new bride. It was a little odd seeing (y/n) Baratheon in the middle of the royal couple. She didn’t look to be disturbing the picture, in fact her presence seemed to bring together a vision of unification. Both Renly and his queen had hold of both of her hands as she watched with excitement. Cat noticed how the chestnut haired queen would look at the king’s sister. The Lady of Winterfell averted her eyes, feeling as if she had witnessed something she was not supposed to.

After the tourney where a large woman by the name of Brienne of Tarth bested Loras Tyrell, Catelyn was presented to Renly. The young king was all smiles and friendliness as he welcomed her. His young sister however appeared pensive and dare say a little wary of her presence.

“I don’t think you’ve had the honor yet of meeting these two lovely women.” Renly beams and brings his sister’s hand up to his lips for a quick kiss. “This here is my darling sister (y/n). And next to her , that great vision of beauty is my queen Margaery Tyrell of Highgarden.”

“An honor Lady Stark. I’m so sorry about your husband.” The Tyrell girls seemed to be a good diplomat as she puts on a pretty smile and eyes that were filled with genuine condolences. She was indeed a pretty thing suited well for the title of queen. Such a softer appearance than the Baratheon girl beside her. (y/n) still looked uncertain at Cat’s presence. As if she were expecting an ambush from Robb’s army. Smart and cautious she was; something Renly should’ve been. Those rich Baratheon blue eyes drill into Catelyn.

“The Lannisters will pay dearly for what they have done.” Renly releases (y/n)’s hand. “When I take King’s Landing, I’ll take Joffrey’s head.”

“It will be enough to know that justice was done, my lord.”

(y/n), who had been quiet so far, finally speaks. “Your grace, Lady Stark. My brother is a king.”

Even Brienne of Tarth snaps at Catelyn for that slip of the tongue. Renly is quick to calm both ladies down. Margaery squeezes (y/n)’s hand and leans her lips to her ear. Whatever was said calmed the youngest Baratheon. That brief fire in her voice had painfully reminded Cat of her own youngest daughter. They both shared the same spirit.

Renly stands from his throne, ignoring the worried stare of his sister as he makes his way down from his dais and up to Catelyn. “Let us take a walk, Lady Stark.”

You tried, oh how you tried to contain your Baratheon anger. Margaery attempted to soothe you with her soft hands on your arms but you were having none of it.

“How could you do this to me Renly?!” You brushed away Margaery’s touch and advanced toward your brother. “You’re marrying me off to Robb Stark?!”

“My love,” Margaery warned you “your temper.”

Turning on her you snap “How can you be so calm? Do you not love me at all?!”

She bristles at the accusation, her sweet face becoming expressionless as her eyes waver. You knew you had hurt her.

“Ladies, calm down.” Renly beckons the both of you back to him. He had been seated at his desk, the colors of his tent dancing off of him. Loras was in attendance as well, keeping quiet though it was clear that he disagreed with the engagement as well. “This is the only way to truly secure an alliance with this King in the North. It is clear that Catelyn doesn’t really respect my position. Now she’ll have to. I’m sorry (y/n). This is the most beneficial outcome.”

“I would’ve expected such a move from Robert or Stannis, but you Renly? You’ll be sending me away from Margaery.”

“Not forever.” Renly holds a finger up, indicating that you wait for him to explain. “Do your duties. Marry him, bed him until you produce a child, then return to us.”

The very thought of bedding Robb Stark so casually was unbelievable as you gawked at your brother. “You make it sound so easy. Damn you Renly. Not wanting to continue to hear whatever your brother had in store, you barge out of his tent. Margaery was quick to chase after your tail.

“(y/n)!” She calls after you.

Soldiers turned their heads as you made it to a secluded place, far away from the camps and hidden in the shelter of trees. “How can you be so calm about this? You should be just as mad Margaery!”

Even when her own temper was rising to the surface Margaery always played it off calm and collected. You admired and hated it all at the same time. “Of course I’m upset. This is just how the world works, my dear. Women are bartered over like prized cattle. It was the very same for me yet look at us. We’ve made it work.”

Scoffing you fold your arms. “I don’t think my husband will be as generous about the situation s Renly has.”

“He doesn’t have to.” You felt her voluptuous breasts press against your back as she winds her arms around you so that they latched across your stomach. Nose nuzzling against your neck as she places soft butterfly kisses on the bit of your shoulder that was exposed. Her fingers sneakily twist around the ties that crossed at the front of your gown. “Just think of me when he takes you. The sooner you have his child the sooner we’ll be reunited. My heart belongs to you (y/n). I trust you completely.”

Inhaling her sweet perfume you close your eyes already envisioning Robb bedding you on your wedding night. He wouldn’t know your body as well as Margaery did. All your sweet and tender spots that sent you spasming. How you loved it when she kissed the skin under your breast, leaving dark marks all over them. Margaery’s fingers curling into your hair, undoing the curls and pins, as you lapped at her womanhood. How could you possibly lay with anyone else? No one would know your body as Margaery did.

“I don’t want anyone to touch me but you.”

Her forehead presses against the nape of your neck. “I know. Do you think I want that wolf touching you? But I cannot fight him for you (y/n). Maybe if I were a man. I am but a woman. A married woman at that. The both of us must play our roles and enjoy the moments we have with one another. You’ll be back in my arms soon.”

“Will you still love me even if I carry the Stark king’s child?”

Margaery turns you around in her embrace to cup your warm cheeks. “Of course I will. Nothing will change (y/n).”

You hold onto her hands and prayed her words would be true.

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Tears Of Gold | The Return of The Flames

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by shre_ru

The oncoming doom to the Lannister family has left their Great Lion exposed. With claims of bastards on the throne and sins committed by his children.

Tywin finds a new wife to mould into a Lioness, for once and for all solidifying his dynasty.

Doriya Maerilys whose blood runs the same as the Martell's, now donned in red will either burn in the fire of King's Landing or emerge from the ashes.

"I have always loved your mother, but Doriya is the wife I cloaked!" Tywin bellowed at Cersei.

"Since when was Tywin Lannister a romantic?"

"I am not, my wife however is." He shrugged at Doriya.

Words: 4208, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Westerosverse

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Sansa Stark, Doran Martell, Cersei Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Olenna Tyrell, Margaery Tyrell, lord varys

Relationships: Tywin Lannister/Original Female Character(s), Tyrion Lannister/Sansa Stark, Cersei Lannister/Jaime Lannister, Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand, Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Joffrey Baratheon/Margaery Tyrell

Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Blood Magic, Age Difference, Birth, Pregnancy, Breeding, Royalty, Betrayal, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Violence, Angst, Series, Alternate Universe - Game of Thrones Fusion, War, Dom/sub, Politics, tywin is grand daddy, reader insert turned OC

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Title: The End of Us

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Characters: Margaery Tyrell x Reader [featuring Loras Tyrell, Petyr Baelish, Olenna Tyrell, and Mace Tyrell]

Word Count: 2,065

Warnings: None

Notes: Request from anon for “Margaery x female reader with the prompts ‘have you lost your mind?’ And ‘please don’t go’ ?”

You could only describe the atmosphere within the tent where Renly Baratheon’s body laid as the calm before the storm. The prospective king you had all been fighting for was now dead. His men remained in limbo in the yard, presently between kings as they awaited Stannis’s arrival, knowing that the moment he arrived, they would flock to him. Meanwhile, your husband kneeled beside the corpse of his lover, and your lover – his sister – paced nervously about the tent.

You had wed Loras, to be closer to Margaery. Being that Loras was always nearby Renly, Margaery had wed Renly, to be closer to you. The setup was absolutely perfect for the four of you, although it would have seemed very peculiar to most – had you four not adamantly protected the joint secret. Renly and Loras did a piss poor job of concealing their affair, as everyone in the kingdom knew of it. But you and Margaery were much smarter about it. No one suspected a thing of the time you spent in one another’s tents, brushing it off as a close bond between sisters in law. If they only knew….

“We need to go home,” Margaery stated, finally stopping her pacing to face Loras, and sufficiently breaking you free from your misguided train of thought. When he didn’t respond, she called his name, but Petyr Baelish entered the tent before she could continue persuading her brother.

Lord Baelish warned you all of the fact that Stannis would be arriving at the camp in an hour – far too soon for anyone’s liking. He also pointed out that Renly’s bannermen would join Stannis upon his arrival, throwing the present Tyrells into further danger. You and Margaery were both momentarily dumbfounded when Loras drew his sword to Baelish, before telling the pair of you to return to Highgarden. Instinctively, Margaery attempted to calm Loras, but you knew it was no use. You could only imagine how distraught you’d be if, gods forbid, anything happened to Margaery.

Much to your surprise, it was Baelish who managed to talk sense into Loras, advising him to be smart about how he goes about seeking revenge on Stannis. Margaery further encouraged him to leave, pleading with him to bring the horses so you all could flee. Finally, Loras gave one last longing look to Renly, before stomping out of the tent.

“I should go assist my husband in preparing our departure,” you stated, standing from your seat in the corner and moving to leave, but not before resting your hand on Margaery’s shoulder and giving it a comforting, gentle squeeze. The two of you had always been remarkably skilled in communicating without the use of words, and she knew that your gesture was done with the intent of reassuring her that everything would be alright. Upon seeing her small smile in response, you took your leave.

It wasn’t long before you, Loras, and Margaery were heading to Highgarden, a handful of House Tyrell soldiers in tow. Travels with your husband and your lover were usually very upbeat, filled with lighthearted conversation and laughter, but this trip was far from buoyant. Loras stared straight ahead, his normally warm blue eyes appearing cold as they struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill at any given moment. You knew that he was heartbroken, but trying desperately to pour all of that heartbreak into his rage. When your horse neared his enough, you’d place your hand over his, thankfully seeing his grip on the reigns relax enough that his knuckles were no longer white. He’d give you a forlorn smile, attempting to show gratitude for the kind gesture, then return his attention to the road.

Margaery was a bit more difficult to read. You knew what she was feeling, simply by knowing her well. You knew that she was upset to have lost her potential to become Queen, and also upset for her brother’s sake. You also knew that she was sorrowful that Renly died, for a variety of reasons, none of them being because she loved her husband. Primarily because it put a significant dent in the setup the four of you had established, although there was much more to her expression than just that. To the naked eye, she simply looked like a grieving widow, who was still in shock from the newness of her husband’s death. However, you knew that her look was more of deep thought than grief or shock, and you brushed it off as simply wondering who she may be wed to next. In contrast, that was a thought you were actively trying to keep far, far away from your own mind.

When you all returned to Highgarden, finally safe within its walls, Margaery wasted no time in declaring, “I need to speak with my family in private.” She nodded at you to follow her, then guided Loras by the arm to the meeting room, where she knew the remainder of her family awaited you all.

“I propose that House Tyrell fight alongside King Joffrey in the next battle, allowing him to win against whatever odds he may face. To show his gratitude, he will offer House Tyrell a favor in recompense for our aid. At which point, we will request that I marry King Joffrey, securing House Tyrell to the crown and assuring our prosperity.”

You were certain that your heart skipped several beats upon hearing Margaery’s words. Before her grandmother, her father, or her brother had the chance to weigh in, you blurted out, “Have you lost your mind?”

Your voice came out far more broken and distraught than the incredulous tone you had been aiming for, and Margaery’s confident expression turned to one of sadness when she looked to you. She knew that her proposal would not be well received by you, and that the prospect of her marrying anyone else – especially someone as vile as King Joffrey – would wrench your heart. But she knew that this was her family’s best chance, and her best chance at becoming the Queen.

“It’s not a bad plan,” Lady Olenna declared, breaking the poignant silence between the two lovers with a shrug. “Margaery certainly has the looks to win that little prick over, and she’s not the child of that Stark traitor, so I’m sure it would be easy to convince Joffrey to marry her. Regardless of how legitimate or not his claim is on the throne, it’s best for us to side ourselves with whoever’s ass is currently seated upon that iron monstrosity.”

“This is true,” Mace agreed – although he was essentially mindless, and quick to agree with whatever his mother suggested.

You then looked to Loras, hoping that your husband would talk sense into Margaery, and tell her that there’s another way to provide House Tyrell security. But he just sat there, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. You suspected that he had barely heard a word of the conversation, and you were certain that he didn’t care what happened next. He was still too immersed in his grief.

Before you even realized it, you were standing and storming out of the room. You couldn’t bear to hear another word of their plan to marry your sweet Margaery to some blond buffoon, who would only bring her pain. The last thing you heard was Margaery calling after you, “Please, don’t go!” But you ignored her, slamming the large wooden door to the meeting room shut behind you.

The sun had long since set before you heard the familiar sound of a gentle knock on your door. You knew that it would be Margaery. You’d been expecting her since you left the meeting.

“Come in,” you called, but she was already opening the door. The two of you had never had much care for privacy when it came to one another. In fact, it was rare that either of you knocked when arriving at the other’s quarters. You guessed that she only did so because she knew that you were upset.

Margaery found you leaning against the large window in your room, which looked out over the vast, prosperous fields of Highgarden. She joined you, although her gaze fell upon you instead.

“Talk to me,” she pleaded softly, and you couldn’t help but sigh.

“You shouldn’t marry someone like Joffrey. Out of all of the whispers I’ve heard of him, not a single one has been good. Some of them are simply appalling. He’ll only cause you pain, likely mental and emotional in addition to physical. I do not doubt your strength, and your ability to handle even the most horrid of men, but you deserve more than to suffer for the rest of your life, Margaery.”

“I know that Joffrey is horrible, and I know that I deserve someone better. In a perfect world, I’d just marry you, and we’d live happily ever after,” Margaery said with a smile, although you did not return it. “But he is a man, and any man can be manipulated. From what I’ve been told, he isn’t invariably evil; he’s tolerable, so long as everyone is doing what he wants. So, I’ll just do everything in my power to make him happy, and he’ll be bearable.”

“You’re willing to bet your happiness for the rest of your life on that theory?” you snapped, shooting her a stern glance before exhaling slowly and returning your eyes to the field.

Margaery was silent for a few moments, before adding, “Highgarden isn’t far from King’s Landing. You’ll be able to come visit me often, and I’ll come whenever I can.”

“We won’t be able to be together, Margaery! Don’t you get it?” you cried out, pushing off from the windowsill to begin angrily pacing around your room. “I don’t care how often we’ll see each other, it won’t be the same! I won’t be able to see your face every day. I won’t be able to kiss you whenever I want. I’ll see you once – maybe twice a year, if I’m lucky. This… this is the end of us.”

Margaery stopped you with a pair of delicate hands on your arms, and she stared at you for a long time. Her eyes seemed to look right into your soul, and her hands slowly slid down your arms to intertwine her fingers with yours. After what seemed like a brief eternity, she finally spoke.

“I won’t deny that you’re right – this is the end of us. But we’ve both known it was coming since the day we first kissed…. Do you remember it? You’d been in Highgarden for less than a month, and you’d been stealing glances at me constantly. You had no idea that I had been doing the same. So, the moment we were alone in the gardens together, I took a chance, and I kissed you. I still remember how you smiled at me afterwards, and I knew right then that I was already falling for you,” Margaery recalled, a warm smile on her lips. This time, you returned the smile. You couldn’t help but grin every time you remembered that day. Margaery’s smile slowly faded, and she grew serious once again. “I love you more than anything else in this world, but the hard truth is that love isn’t enough to keep us together. All we can do is make the most of our time together – now, and whenever we see each other in the future.”

You could only nod, not trusting your voice to remain steady if you were to speak.

Margaery kissed you then, tenderly cupping your face in her hands as she did so. The kiss was brief, as she then pulled away to murmur, “Let’s start making the most of it right now, yes?” The smirk on her lips was enough to ease your mind instantly, and your hands fell to their familiar place on her hips, allowing you to pull her closer. You kissed her again, this time much deeper, before breaking the kiss just enough to respond to her previous question.

“Yes.”

Love may not be enough to keep the two of you together, but you knew that enjoying whatever time you had with her, whenever you were lucky enough to have it, was worth whatever distance may be forced between the two of you.

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agent-whiskeys-sweetheart · 2 years

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Hello Beautiful! I hope you are very well 🤗 I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write something about the GOT characters how they would react in love with the reader and they go to bed and all that (I mean they are the lovers of the reader) and she is married to another Lord And although she assures that she loves them (and doesn't feel anything for her husband) she doesn't want to divorce her husband? sorry if it's weird :") I love you take care ❤

Not too weird at all! Here you go lovely!

Jaime - Jaime being your secret lover would be very playful. Jaime would be extremely cocky about being your secret lover. He would want to mess around all the time, never wanting to leave your side. He would make jokes about how much better he is than your husband but you both know that you can’t divorce him due to the laws of the land. However there are times when Jaime would get a bit more solemn, asking when the two of you can properly be together in public even though he knows the answer is never. He would want to be with you, whatever that looks like. However, more often than not the two of you just like to have a lot of fun with one another.

Sandor - Sandor being your secret lover would be very scandalous. Sandor is not the kind of man that many people think about having affairs with. That is until you meet him. The two of you start seeing each other in secret and he is almost immediately wary of what might happen if the two of you were caught. If he is found with the wife of a prominent lord, he could lose his head. However he knows that he wants you and that he doesn’t give a damn about some high up lord. Sandor isn’t scared of many things but he is scared of losing you. If people were to find out that you were together he wouldn’t get to be with you anymore so he chooses to be incredibly cautious.

Petyr - Petyr being your secret lover would be very controlling. Petyr wants to be in control of every aspect in his life. That includes his affair with you. He wants to be with you in public, not in private. He hates being a secret. However the only thing he hates more is the idea of not being with you at all so he endures the torture. However he is very possessive of you. Keeping you away for longer and longer periods of time just so you can’t be with your husband. Marking you in hard to see places so that you always feel his claim on you. Sneaking you into the brothel at late hours of the night since it’s the last place your husband would look for you. He wants you to himself.

Jon - Jon being your secret lover would be very distressing. Coming from a world of lords, he knows what would happen if he was found with you. He is nervous to lose his title as a member of the Night’s Watch. He is nervous to get caught and killed. However, he is terrified to lose you above all else. If someone were to find out you would be split up forever and he would be lost. So while the times that you share together are nice and loving and sweet, there is always just a bit of guilt for Jon. Sometimes he says that he wants to break things off but he never does. He loves you too much not to be with you.

Robb - Robb being your secret lover would be very passionate. There isn’t much about that man that isn’t passionate and over the top. An affair with you would be no different. He would make threats to your husband, swearing to take him down if that is what it means to be with you but you both know that without your permission he wouldn’t lift a finger. The nights you spend together are warm and full of fiery carnality. He would want all of you all the time. Anytime that he has to be away from you is absolute torture. He loves you and the fact that he can’t be with you all the time tears him up inside.

Tywin - Tywin being your secret lover would be very hush hush. Tywin is a very prominent and powerful man. As much as he likes you, he is not going to give up an ounce of his power by being associated with you. Sleeping with another lord’s wife could get him killed or have his reputation ruined. So he wouldn’t take a single risk that might cause him to lose something. However he does enjoy the time you spend together. The two of you are very compatible in bed as well as intellectually. He would enjoy your company and would have you over as often as secrecy would allow. However if there’s any risk of you getting caught, he wouldn’t want to take any bad chances.

Bronn - Bronn being your secret lover would be very stress relieving. Bronn is the kind of man who floats through life and lets whatever is going to happen, happen. An affair with you would be the same way for him. He doesn’t really give a damn about your husband finding out about the two of you. It’s only because you asked him to keep it a secret that he doesn’t say anything. However, when you’re with him he would want to relieve all of your stress. After spending the night with Bronn, you always leave more relaxed then when you came in. That’s part of what made you fall for him in the first place.

Jorah - Jorah being your secret lover would be very romantic. With Jorah being such a romantic at heart, he would want every moment with you to be as special as possible. The idea of not being your one and only does make him sad sometimes but for the most part, he just really enjoys your company and he would do anything to be with you. Even if that means waiting in the shadows until the coast is clear just to be able to kiss you. He would always prepare his tent with flowers and wine and candles just so that you know how special you are to him. He always wants you to feel like a queen because you are to him.

Ramsay - Ramsay being your secret lover would be very dangerous. Not necessarily dangerous for you but most definitely dangerous for your husband. When the two of you get together for the first time, it is full of lust and passion. Every time after that is the exact same however, over time he becomes a little more serious when he makes jokes about killing your husband so he can have you all to himself. Ramsay doesn’t particularly fear the law or your husband for that matter. All he wants is you and he’ll do whatever it takes to have you, even if that means killing your husband to get him out of the way.

Stannis - Stannis being your secret lover would be very intimate. Stannis is the kind of man who honors vows, who respects the words of honorable men. However he doesn’t find your husband to be particularly honorable or worth respect. He would want you to have a better life with someone who really loves you. The both of you know that man is Stannis. He adores you with all of his heart and he would do anything he could to remind you of that and to make your life a little happier and more comfortable. He just wants you to be with someone who is going to treat you like the queen you are to him.

Oberyn - Oberyn being your secret lover would be very open. Honestly, Oberyn doesn’t care in the slightest that you’re married. If he wants you he is going to have you, vows be damned. He would on many occasions threaten to tell your husband or kill him so that he can have you all to himself. The killing comment is always a joke but Oberyn is not above telling your husband. He doesn’t fear the Western laws or what anyone might do to him. Your love is worth it for him to say something and have you. However, because you beg him not to Oberyn keeps his mouth shut much to his own chagrin.

Sansa - Sansa being your secret lover would be very guilt inducing. Sansa didn’t grow up in an environment where she viewed cheating as something that was acceptable. She saw the way that her mother treated Jon, who was the product of infidelity. She didn’t want the same to happen to her and you. However, she knows that she loves you more than your husband ever could. That is what keeps her sane, what reminds her that it’s not such an evil act. The fact that she loves you as much as she does. However, that wouldn’t keep her from being ridden with guilt anytime she thinks about your cheating.

Dany - Dany being your secret lover would be very mischievous. Daenerys loves and respects you and she would never actually do anything to upset or harm you. However she does like to tease and joke about your husband. There isn’t a mean name under the sun that she hasn’t called your husband at some point. She also likes to joke about telling him about your affair, about how shocked he’d be. She also likes to tease you more publicly, doing certain things to get you riled up. She’d never actually do anything to get you in trouble but she loves seeing how worked up you can get when she teases you.

Brienne - Brienne being your secret lover would be very difficult. Much like Sansa, Brienne takes vows very seriously. Whenever she makes a vow she sticks by it no matter what and she thinks that others should too. However when she meets you her philosophy lightens just slightly. She knows that she is in love with you and she wants to be with you. To her, breaking a vow is worth it for the feeling of your skin. She just wishes she didn’t have to break any vows to be with you. She would encourage you to get a divorce so that your affair would be more lawful but she knows it’s not possible.

Margaery - Margaery being your secret lover would be very confidence building. Margaery ends up being your secret lover because she thinks that you are the most exquisite creature she has ever laid her eyes on. She would never want you to be insecure again as long as you’re with her. To her, the worst part about the whole affair is that she can’t take you out in public and show you off. She wants everyone to know exactly what she has and how lucky she is. She knows that your husband doesn’t appreciate you nearly as much as he should but she surely does. She thinks you are stunning.

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚

Chapter Three:

The time for (Y/n) to leave Highgarden and travel to Casterly Rock had arrived. She was all packed and ready to leave her homeland and family, wearing a smile full of sorrow. Though she didn’t want to leave, she wanted to stay at her home with her family. All she wanted was to stay and sit with her grandmother and drink tea and gossip. She wanted to stay and sew with her cousins and little sister. She wanted to stay and help the children of the many orphanages she and her family were involved in. She didn’t want to leave the summery breezes and sun in the Reach and trade it for the dry heat of the Westerlands.

“Oh, my little rose,” The Queen of Thorn’s placed her hand on her granddaughter’s cheeks, rubbing the smooth skin with her thumb. “I wish you well,” a sad smile found its way across her cheeks. “Take care of Margie, Grandmother.” (Y/n) shed a few tears and Olenna nodded. “I will. I promise, my love.” She pulled away from her grandmother and turned to look at her mother and father.

Mace and Alerie gave their daughter a willful smile. “Good luck, daughter,” said Mace, his voice gruff with emotion and strength. “Be safe and watchful, my dear,” Alerie kissed her daughter’s forehead. (Y/n) nodded her head. “I will mother, father, I promise.” She moved onto her siblings. Little Margaery stood in her pretty green gown holding Garlan’s hand as her bottom lip quivered.

“Oh, Margie,” (Y/n) hugged her sister tightly, as Margaery sniffled and cried into her shoulder. “I do not want you to go!!” she sobbed. (Y/n) pressed her lips together in a thin line and held her. “I know, dearest, I know. I too wish I did not have to leave, but I must.” She pulled back and gave her a small smile, wiping the six-year-old’s tears. “I promise to be back as soon as I can. We’ll have a garden party for my return and you and I can wear the matching dresses Beth made for us,”

“You promise?” Margaery sniffled and looked at her older sister with her doe eyes. “I promise, dearest,” (Y/n) brought her lips to her forehead and kissed her gently. Next to Margaery, Loras approached her, wearing his silks and his hair in golden curls.

“Oh Loras, my brave knight,” (Y/n) smiled at her little brother and brought him into her arms. Though Loras was not openly crying like his little sister, (Y/n) could see his bottom lip quiver and tremble as he was fighting the tears. Loras’s little arms wrapped around her neck and he buried his face in her shoulder. Loras was very fond of his older sister and loved her very much. She’d never been away from him so long before, and he did not wish to part with her. He wanted to hold her close and stay there until the end of his days. But alas, (Y/n) pulled away from their hug and she gave him her most charming smile.

“Chin up, little knight.” She placed her index finger under his chin and lifted it.

Next was Garlan — who stood tall, and put on his “manly” face, and gave (Y/n) a smile. “Farewell, sister! I wish you safe travels.” His older sister gave him a smile and brought him into her arms. Hugging his chubby body to hers as she said her goodbyes.

When she got to Willas, she was having a hard time keeping the tears from slipping from her eyes. Willas was her twin. He was always by her side. He knew her like the back of his hand. He was her best friend. And she was leaving him. Trading him for dry heat and a ball.

“Oh Willas,” Tears flowed freely as she ignored his outstretched hand and pulled him in for a hug, making him stumbled a bit before he regained his footing and hugged his twin closely. She buried her face in his velvet-clad shoulder, breathing in his scent, as tears dripped into the velvet.

“Farewell, sister,” he whispered into her ear. She pulled away and brushed a few tears away, smiling sadly. “Farewell, dear brother,” Willas brought her head towards his lips and kissed her hair. She closed her eyes and enjoyed her brother’s embrace before she pulled away.

“My Lady, it is time to go, the wheelhouse is ready,” (Y/n) took a deep breath before answering her driver. “Thank you, Victor,” The man nodded and stood waiting for her by the door of the wheelhouse her family prepared for her.

(Y/n) took one last look at Highgarden, memorizing the walls, the gardens, the guards and servants, her family, before she sighed and walked down the marble steps to the gravel. Victor lent her his hand and helped her up into the wheelhouse. Once she settled in, Victor closed the door and left her alone in the silence. Soon the wheelhouse started moving and (Y/n) looked out the window of where she sat and waved goodbye at her family. She continued to stare out the window until the wheelhouse road out of the gates of Highgarden and Highgarden itself became small and distant.

She exhaled and sighed before she looked around and smiled. The interior was white with green and gold accents with light blue carpet. A small table sat next to the long cushioned bench that had a fresh vase of flowers from the gardens. (Y/n) sighed and leaned back against the bench, closing her eyes as she sat deep in thought.

This is going to be an endless journey.

Tyrion glared at his father. His mismatched eyes were narrowed dangerously as he watched his Lord father eat his dinner. His fists were clenched and his upper lip twitched with every minute that passed by. His Aunt Genna sat across from Tyrion, and even she was looking nervous with her gaunt skeleton of a husband sitting next to her. His Uncle Gerion could also feel the tension in the room and for once did not try to make jests and kept quiet — something that was so unlike him and his outspoken character.

Finally, Tyrion had enough. He slammed his fist on the table, making the silver jump, drawing everyone’s attention, including his Lord father.

Lord Tywin raised a brow at his son’s outburst and narrowed his own cold green eyes at him.

“What’s the matter now? Need to complain or make another impropriety jest?”

“How could you have not told me? Why was I the last to know?” Tyrion snarled, his voice rising high. “How could you have not asked me if I even wished for a blasted name-day ball?!”

Tywin’s own upper lip twitched as he glared at Tyrion. “You are my son, --” Tyrion scoffed and leaned back in his chair. “And you are the heir to Casterly Rock, whether or not I want you to. It is the law, and so before I hand down my title as Warden of the West and Lord of Casterly Rock I wish to see you married to a High-born Lady who’ll give you the sons you need to pass down the family name. To ensure the legacy of House Lannister.” Tyrion tried to contain his anger and but it was overwhelming him in waves he admired and watched from a distance of the Sunset Sea.

“So you wish to subject me to torture and scrutinizing me by parading me around as if I was my brother Jamie. Do you not see its cruelty??” Genna spoke up, trying to clear the air between father and son.

“Tyrion, my dear, if a woman does not see you for who you are and only your stature as a dwarf, then she is not worthy of your hand or love,” she gave him a comforting smile, but Tyrion ignored it and laughed dryly.

“Oh, you are mistaken, beloved Aunt Genna, for no woman shall ever look upon me and see me without seeing me for who I truly am. A dwarf who’s cursed to be laughed at. A twisted demon monkey. Lord Tywin’s doom!” A humorless smirk spread across his face as Tywin stood up, fury in his eyes.

“If you wish to wallow in your own self-pity, I suggest you do it elsewhere. You are a Lannister--”

“Am I though? Am I truly a Lannister?” Tyrion cut in, his tongue sharp as a blade. Though he could not wield one as his brother Jamie can, Tyrion carried his own blade, his sharp tongue.

Lord Tywin simply stared at him, his calculating eyes studying Tyrion, from his mismatched eyes to his twisted limbs.

“Go,” Tywin nodded his head towards the doors to the Great Hall. “Leave my sight,” Tyrion pushed out from his chair and stormed out of the Hall, leaving his unfinished dinner behind.

He walked through the dim-lit corridors of Casterly Rock, passing paintings and portraits of the previous Lord Lannisters as he made his way to his room. He slammed the door hard once he arrived — throwing his shoes off and tossing his tunic to the floor in anger. He waddled to his bookshelf and pulled a book his Uncle Gerion got for him when he visited Essos.

Instead of focusing on the words before him, all Tyrion could focus on was the anger he felt towards his father, aunt, and mother.

He understood why his sister and father hated him so because, at that moment, he, too, hated himself. From the moment he drew breath in this world, his mother left it giving birth to a creature like him. He wished he could speak to her. Feel her warmth and love a mother always had for their children. He’d never felt in all his life, for not even his wet nurse loved him. Feeding him was a chore, and she did not wish to feed him. She would rather let him starve than have him suckle at her own breasts.

Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he cried. How could his father and aunt be so cruel? For even at ten and six name days, he knew, no woman would want him. The only women he could get were whores. No woman would care for him or love him. No woman would kiss him as if he was her knight or her Florian.

And so, Tyrion mourned the non-existence of love for himself. He wept for his doomed existence and for the ladies who’d have to endure him for a single night of torture. He cried and sobbed at the realization of his painful existence. For no one could ever love him. No one could love a twisted man like him. His sister was right, he was a little beast. And no woman in her right mind would ever love a beast.

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fandom-puff · 3 years

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Margaery Tyrell having a crush on you would include...

Pairing: Margaery Tyrell x female reader

Requested by: anon ‘I love my women of GOT, but they're sadly underrated! could you do headcanons of them having a crush on you, for whichever lady you fancy?’

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Margaery is a very romantic young woman

She tends to get on well with people anyway, but with you it’s different; she finds herself actually pining for you

It doesn’t bother her that you’re a woman; the Tyrells of Highgarden are open folk, and her brother Loras has both male and female lovers

It was Loras who made her aware of her feelings for you

“She dances wonderfully, doesn’t she?” He had said. “I believe Ser Tarrow is about to make his move on her, sister,”

Margaery had felt fury rise in her chest and frowned. “He most certainly is not,” she muttered, before sweeping away from her brother and approached you as you poured yourself some wine at the tables at edge of the room.

“YN,” she greeted you, smiling sweetly and touching your arm gently

You smiled softly at your friend and gestured to the wine, offering her a glass. “No thank you,” she said softly. “But may I have a sip of yours?”

You quirked your eyebrows up but offered her the goblet. She took a delicate sip, her eyes locked with yours before handing you the cup back, making sure to brush her fingers against yours.

You finish your wine, talking in hushed voices, people watching and giggling with one another. You set your goblet down once it’s empty and Margaery tucks her hand into your elbow.

“Shall we go for a stroll? The roses are just coming into bloom,”

“Alright then. But not through the briar labyrinth, I can never find my way out of that,” you say and she laughs.

“Don’t worry, we won’t go near the labyrinth. Come, before it gets too dark and all the Sers and lords get too drunk,”

Arm in arm, you walk out of the ballroom and into the beautiful gardens of Highgarden, walking slowly along the path

“Here,” Margaery says softly once you’ve neared a fountain, the trickling water the only real noise out in the gardens.

Margaery points you to sit at the edge of the fountain as she plucks a rose from one of the bushes. She plucks the thorns off carefully and casts them aside, before threading the delicate flower into your elaborately twisted hair.

Staring at her with wide eyes, you inhale sharply as she flicks her gaze briefly to your slightly parted lips, before leaning in and capturing them in a gentle, chaste kiss

When she pulls away you can barely look her in the eye, worrying your lip bashfully

She tips your chin up and kisses your forehead.

“There’s no need to worry, Petal,” she murmured, and you decide immediately that you like that pet name. “I’m rather in love with you...”

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growingstrong-imagines · 4 years

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So this is my first ship request, I hope I'm doing this right. I'm pansexual asian woman. I'm 5'0, I have a long black hair and cat face. I'm usually the mom in my friend groups. I'm a good listener, and I can hold and argument on my own. I thrive well under pressure. I'm observant so I'm very attuned to my surrounding. I keep it to myself but I can be very persuasive and influential if I want to. I'm a law student and I adore all kinds of performing arts. That's all 😅

I ship you with Margaery Tyrell

Most badass girlfriends in Westeros.

Okay, firstly. Margaery would be so obsessed with your beautiful hair- she would love brushing in or playing with it half-asleep in bed which would also smooth you.

She would know she could share literally anything with you and you’d be all ears.

You would never judge her and neither would she judge you- you two would be completely honest with each other about everything.

Margaery would know not to ever get into an argument with you unless she wanted to get terribly defeated- but she loved listening to others slowly losing to your remarkable reasoning (with a proud smile on her face, of course).

She would also know when to leave you alone and give you space, this way making sure your relationship is as harmonious as it can be.

Margaery would love the fact that you can analyze your surroundings to the core and could easily manipulate them if you wanted to- your observation leaving her speechless at times.

She’s just as intelligent as you are, so you would have long conversations about serious topics for hours, neither of you getting bored.

You would love the fact how much you could learn from each other.

However, you’d still leave the castle every now and then to watch a performance on the streets with you always supporting the actors with some money you would find in your pockets.

And oh my lord, would Margaery love you to death...

a/n: hey! real sorry for taking so long to finish this up but i really hope it was worth the wait! have a great day/night wherever you might be xx

Feedback is greatly appreciated.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

I DON’T TAKE SHIP REQUESTS ANYMORE

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romancingromanoff · 5 years

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Trivia Nights With Natalie Dormer Would Include

skdjfdkfjdfd also make sure to follow my instagram fan page @nataliedormerdaily

You two on the same team makes an unstoppable duo

She absolutely kills European/English history

Anytime a question about Henry VIII comes up you just look at her cheekily and smile

you: “Hmmm what could Natalie Dormer possibly know about Henry VIII??”

On Game of Thrones night you actually surprise her with how much more you know about the series

Because you’ve been a reader of the books for years

Nat struggling a bit more in the science category and you usually covering those questions

Teams filled with all guys blatantly flirting and mansplaining things to you two only to get absolutely burnt by embarrassment

Nat giving anyone her iconic one raised eyebrow glare to any guy that calls you “sweetheart”

a few drinks actually make you a better player since you’re more confident with some alcohol running through you

which Nat notices and thinks is absolutely adorable

getting super frustrated whenever you can’t pin down a specific date or name

you: “Aw, shoot! I know this I just read about it last week!”

Nat comforting you and telling you it’s okay not to know everything

her: “I know you do sweetheart but we’re just having fun. No one expects you to know everything but we’re all certainly impressed by how close you come.”

she always knows what to say to calm you down

blowing all the other teams out of the water by a huge margin

celebrating your shared dorkiness for once

which is a total relief after years and years of being tormented for it in grade school

appreciating that your girlfriend always lifts you up and loving her endlessly for it

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 2 years

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For Whom the Bell Tolls

Pairing(s): Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon!Reader, Tommen Baratheon x Margaery Tyrell

Warnings: canon character death, cuckold

Words: 2202

Summary: A glance and a sassy comment. The more time you two spent alone together, the less of a sister you became to one another. It wasn’t your intention to fall in love with the wife of your brother. You had never really felt bad about it when Maragery was married to Joffrey, but now that she was wed to your sweet Tommen. . . You couldn’t do that to your sweet lion.

You caught her once again staring at you with such obvious flirtation in her glittering eyes that it took everything you had not to out right blush. She knew exactly what she was doing as Margaery’s smile expanded. Oh she was sweet, sure, but boy did she have a penchant for mischief. The more you got to know your twice good-sister, the more you saw. Margaery had her public personality and then her private one. Not even Tommen, her now husband, had gotten a peek of it. In the comforting silence of the gardens, you had been gifted that side of Margaery.

“Don’t even think about it.” Telling her, you can’t help but glance at the two patrolling guards. Even in your own home you were still subjected to being monitored. Especially after the death of your brother Joffrey. Your mother grew ever paranoid that someone would go after you or Tommen next. Myrcella, having been sent to Dorne, was not of concern since she was safe and sound under the protection of the Martells. Cersei kept you and your brother close to her; never were her eyes too far from you. In fact you wouldn’t doubt if she was gazing from her balcony upon the garden right now at you and Margaery. There was obvious dislike for her. Even when she was engaged to Joffrey, your mother never had much love for her. She always warned you to be careful because she had an inkling that Margaery was in fact trying to advance the Tyrell name by becoming queen.

Of course she was. Who else would want to marry Joffrey if it wasn’t for the prospect of becoming queen. Well, that is beside Sansa Stark. Poor girl had been utterly in love with him when she was a young girl. Sansa had to learn the hard way that Joffrey wasn’t the prince she thought he was. It took the execution of her father to figure that out.

The day was beautiful, even so that the guards would agree as they passed by your canopy every so often, grateful that it was just the queen and princess they had to guard. An easy day for them.

Margaery’s eyes flick back to her cards playfully. “What are you talking about?” Sunshine danced behind her, making her glow in its light. Many men had gone through the Red Keep, claiming that you and your mother were the great beauties in all of the Seven Kingdoms. They were all wrong. In actuality it was Margaery. No other woman could ever measure up to her.

Putting your cards down on the stone mosaic table that stood between the two of you, you place your elbows on your knees and lean forward. “That thing you do where you think I’m not paying attention. Your eyes scream how desperate you are to kiss me.”

A hand on her chest in a shocked fashion, she exclaims “My eyes? I’m most certain they do not scream that.” It was cute how she couldn’t even pretend to be shocked. Her real self bleeding out.

You shrug. “Hm. I guess I was wrong. You don’t want to kiss me.”

“Now hold on, I never said that.”

That’s how your relationship had blossomed. A glance and a sassy comment. The more time you two spent alone together, the less of a sister you became to one another. It wasn’t your intention to fall in love with the wife of your brother. You had never really felt bad about it when Maragery was married to Joffrey, but now that she was wed to your sweet Tommen. . . You couldn’t do that to your sweet lion. Tommen had a puppy love for Margaery. If he were to find out about the two of you, it would destroy his gentle heart. Not only that but you could potentially be imprisoned if anyone else were to find out.

The Tyrell Queen leans over to get closer to you. “Who wouldn’t want to partake in the delicacy that are your lips.” Her voice barely rose above the buzzing of the nearby bees. It was only meant for your ears. Margaery was always more bold than you. Her Queensguard was composed entirely of knights sworn to house Tyrell. She was always confident that none of them would tell a soul. Words were wind though and you never let your guard down, especially in front of her guards.

Anxiety makes you lean away from her advances. Heat creeps up your neck as you frantically check to see if there was anyone around. “Please Margaery. . .”

A little bit of her light dims, smile stalling before ever so slowly dipping down. “(y/n). You don’t have to worry.”

“I do though. I have a lot to worry about. I told you we should be more careful. Things are different now that you’re married to Tommen. He’s not Joffrey. Nothing like him.”

She closes her eyes. “I know. I’m sorry. I just. . . I forget. Having to see you after being apart. . . I just want to kiss you.”

You fell back into your chair, heart constricting. “I want to kiss you too. But I can’t.”

“I only married Tommen to stay close to you.” Margaery sits up, laughing a little despite her eyes becoming glossy. “I did this for us.”

Tommen was leagues better than Joffrey ever was, but it didn’t change the fact that the two of you loved each other deeply. All the things that had happened since you met was because of your love. Neither you or Olenna could ever allow Margaery to stay married to Joffrey. Something had to be done with the tyrant, even if Margaery was fully capable of taking care of herself. Joffrey was a monster. He needed to be dealt with.

You never questioned Olenna how she intended to get rid of your terrible brother. Even as you watched him suffocate to death, you forced yourself to watch without blinking an eye. Watched as his eyes bulged and face blooming purple. Deep down you felt shame for feeling no sorrow, no emotion, as Joffrey died. The only sadness you felt was for your mother. She had loved that beast fiercely despite how horrid he was. Cersei had always been blind to his atrocities.

“I know.” Chimes that had been hung on your canopy, imported from Tyrosh, tinkle with the passing breeze. “I’m sorry it’s just, this time it’s different. I love you, but I love Tommen more. He’s my sweet lion. It would kill me if he ever found out and it broke his heart.”

Your words pained Margaery as was clear with the flush to her cheeks and the tears that dripped from her eyes. Her full lips quiver. “I. . . I understand. . . He is a sweet boy. . . Can I get one last kiss?”

Heart sobbing in your chest, you stiffly nod.

Margaery gets up from her seat and drifts over to you like a ghost. She leans over you, beautiful chestnut hair kissing your face before her lips descended on you.

Fire blazed in her as Cersei found herself frozen on the spot. Rage consumed her as she stood witness to Margaery Tyrell kissing her eldest child, her daughter (y/n). Cersei wanted nothing more than to strangle the now Queen of Westeros.

Now the tart was moving in on her daughter. Cersei wouldn’t let that go unpunished.

Absentmindedly Cersei goes to touch her sheared blonde hair. Remembering the time she spent being tormented by Septa Unella. Betrayed by her own cousin Lancel.

King’s Landing was full of snakes. From the moment the Golden Rose of High Garden set foot into the city, Cersei knew immediately that she didn’t like the beautiful maid that was to wed her first born son. Her son that was King of all the Seven Kingdoms. To make matters worse was the fact that Margaery had previously been wed to Renly Baratheon, the man that crowned himself king. An imposter. The moment he was killed, Margaery fled, on to her next victim. She should have never listened to Tywin that the Tyrell girl was the best bride for Joffrey. Looking at her now, Cersei was aware of what Margaery was after. Not too long ago Cersei had been much like her: wanting to be queen and stopping at nothing until her goal was reached.

Sharply, Cersei turns on her heels and walked the other way; pretending that she had seen nothing. Margaery’s time was coming. She would regret the day she decided to meddle with Cersei’s family.

Unceremoniously you were thrown into your brother’s room, much to his own shock, by the Mountain. All you had tried to do was attend the trial of your mother and Margaery.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Tommen demands.

“This oaf won’t let me go to the trial.” You hiss and glare at Gregor Clegane. “It should be starting soon and people will notice if we are missing.”

Pale brows scrunch up as your brother attempts to size up Ser Gregor but it’s obvious that he wouldn’t stand a chance. “Who put you up to this?”

You pace over to the window that had a wonderful view of the city, including the Sept of Baelor. “Who do you think Tommen? There is no one else that he obeys but our mother.”

Confusion was still plaguing him as he steps away from Gregor’s blocking form. “Why would she make him do this though? Is she going without us?”

“I don’t know.” It confused you. Where was your mother?

Even though Tommen was king, that little to persuade Gregor to move. Those haunting blood red eyes of his just stared without any focus. You still didn’t understand exactly how Qyburn had brought the brute of a man back to life. Seeing him die with your own eyes you had been quite shocked when your mother had showed up with him one day. It wasn’t right. He wasn’t right. Unholy and damned, you hated being around Ser Gregor. Every inch of your skin crawled whenever he was around. You dared not mess with him.

Your little brother walks over to your side to look over the city. “I feel uneasy. . .”

“Me too. . .” What else could either of you do? The Mountain blocked the only door and you weren’t about to scale down the Red Keep. That would have been insane. Your body disagreed as it itched to get out by any means possible. Cersei had purposefully kept you and Tommen from the sept. Why else would she have Gregor put you in Tommen’s room and stand guard. Moments like that made you find similarities between your mother and your late grandfather. Tywin Lannister had a magnificent mind that was always scheming for the sake of his family. Before his untimely death you had overheard him talking to Cersei about your marriage. How it would guarantee further support and allies. Who they had been planning to marry you off to, you never found out. All talk of marriage was snuffed out with his death. Compared to your uncles, your mother took after Tywin more than they did. She had aspirations and drive. Unwilling to give up on something once she had her mind set on it. And unwilling to forgive if she deemed that someone had done her wrong. Much wrong had been done to her recently at the hands of the High Sparrow. After spending weeks under their torture, she had come back to the Keep filthy, naked, and her once beautiful hair cut close to her scalp. They had done a number on her. For the first time your mother had cried in your arms when she saw you.

Fear clicked as a thought entered. You knew your mother wasn’t the forgiving type. What if. . . what if she had plans for the High Sparrow and his ilk? And today was the day when she planned to play out her revenge?

You found breathing to be difficult as panic settled into you and made your head warm and dizzy. It hurt. Vision grew blurry.

“(y/n)? Are you okay?” You hear Tommen’s soft voice, filled with concern.

“I don’t feel good.” You hold on to the windowsill, trying to steady yourself as you look away.

Even though he was scared of the Mountain, Tommen turns his face to him. “Please. Get someone to help my sister.”

Margaery.

Margaery was in the sept.

Waiting for you.

“Please! Do something!” His voice quivered. For being king he lacked the power, the authority. Everyone knew all the power belonged to Cersei.

Then you heard it. A far off deafening clash.

Tommen freezes, his neck stiffly turning toward the window to see the distant plume of dark clouds that had enveloped what had once been the illustrious Sept of Baelor. The sept itself was crumbling down, being enveloped by the smoke and green flames. Gentle green eyes widen in absolute horror as he helplessly stares at the havoc. The screams of those caught near the crossfire drilled into your head as you struggled to gain control over your own body.

The clanging of a broken bell echoed the breaking of your heart.

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welcometohellweofferimagines · 6 years

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A Song of Ice and Fire | Game of Thrones Margaery Tyrell

“[Queen/King] [Y/N],” she said with a giggle, setting the crown on your head. Her fingers brushed your skin ever so slightly. The smallest of her freckles could be seen from the proximity of her face. She lowered her voice, “I bow to no one, but you.”

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welldonebeca · 7 years

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Unexpected (Part 3)

Summary: Getting married to Willas Tyrell was never in your plans but a princess has to do what the people expect from her. It was also never in your plans that he would be a man so different from what you first imagined, or that would captivate you so easily. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing, after all. Pairing: Princess!Reader x Willas Tyrell Other Characters: Cersei Lannister; Unnamed Handmaiden Word Counting: 970 words Chapter: 3/? Warnings: This is set around season 3. Reader is barely 18 and Willas is on his late 20’s so that may be a bit weird to you guys. I kind of imagine Willas like Jared Padalecki but it’s just me.

(Unexpected - Masterlist)

You were not sure who had funded the wedding party, but it didn’t look cheap at all. The wine circulated in the throne room and a large table was filled with food. There were nobles from every single one of the seven kingdoms and musicians near the table of where you and Willas were sat, along with your families, ready to attend any request from any of you.

You didn't give them any attention, though, but was looking at your own skirt while twisting your fingers on your ivory dress, until he cleared his throat.

“So, Y/N.” He turned to you. “What’s your favourite colour?”

You arched your eyebrows at him, not understanding what he meant while locked in his honey eyes.

“Your favourite colour.” He repeated. “What’s your favourite colour?”

“Oh.” You felt your cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “It’s Y/F/C, my lord.”

He nodded, acknowledging the fact as someone poured wine on the large cup you two shared, his long hair brushing on his chin.

He cleared his throat for a moment when you didn’t say anything more and tried to continue the conversation.

“What about your favourite fruit?”

“I don’t have one, my lord. I like many of them.”

“Like…”

“Berries.” You finally affirmed, putting your head behind your ear. “Grapes, blackberries, strawberries, raspberries…”

“Cherries?’ He suggested with a small smile and your eyes grew wide.

“Oh, no, my lord. Cherries make my face swallow and my body to become itchy for days.” You confessed, embarrassed.

Willas looked at the tables around, and it finally hit him that there was no sign of cherries in the party, possibly to avoid you to come in contact with it.

“Would you excuse me, my lord?” You decided and he nodded softly.

“Take your time.”

Trying to look casual, you stood up and walked into a random direction, finding Margaery and quickly having her wrapped her arm around your and holding your hand.

“You’re cold.” She noticed. “Are you afraid?”

You took a deep breath before confirming. You could barely feel your toes, already absurdly cold inside your shoes. Still, you were smiling it out as a well-educated princess.

“Panicking.” You said finally, looking around.

Margaery laughed while caressing your hand.

“Don’t worry. My brother is a man of affection, he won’t hurt you.”

She nodded, though you didn’t completely believe in her words.

You wanted the party to go for hours and days long, but time wasn’t with you. Each wedding party had a huge pigeon pie, and you knew your evening was coming to an end very soon.

“Y/N.” Your husband stood up, his extremely tall figure creating a large shadow as he moved away from the table. “Come.”

You looked at Margaery for a moment and then walked into his direction quietly, standing by his side. He honestly made you feel extremely small, even though you were taller than most of the women you’ve come to know in your life.

“Help me, please.” He whispered and released his cane, and a squire quickly held it while other gave him a sword.

You didn’t know who owned the blade but wrapped your fingers around its handle while he wrapped his gigantic hands on yours. He was so close to you that you were completely covered by him, and you could easily rest your head on his chest, his warmth circling you. When you broke it, dozens of pigeons left it in a very dramatic way, which made you smile for a moment.

Your eyes were glued on the birds as they found their way out of the throne room and your attention only moved away from them when your husband touched your shoulder with his free hand, a gently smile on his face.

“Mother told me it is a fish pie.” He whispered as someone cut a piece for the two of you. “You don’t like pigeons?”

“Not really.” You looked away in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, you probably…”

“I don’t like it either.” He interrupted you, smiling to comfort you.

Under everyone’s eyes, he fed you a piece of the pie carefully, smiling when your lips curled in delight.

“Thank you.” You muttered and he reached out to clean your chin from crumbles. “Thank you.”

The ritual served to calm you down, and you even accepted when Garlan – Willas’ middle brother – when he asked you for a dance.

“Princess Y/N.” He smiled as you two started moving elegantly. “You look beautiful.”

You blushed, looking down at your feet for a moment and he chuckled. Garlan looked a lot like his brother but wasn’t enough tall.

“My brother is a very lucky man.” He affirmed, moving gently with you. “And you are a very lucky woman.”

“Am I?’ You muttered.

Garlan gave you small, sad smile.

“I know it is hard.” He affirmed. “You don’t know each other, but you will soon enough.”

You sighed and he stopped, caressing your hand.

“Willas fell for you when he saw a painting of you.” He affirmed. “And we all heard many good things about you. He’s willing to try, you need to be too.”

He moved his eyes to his side and you looked at the same direction, finding your husband waiting for you.

“I’ll leave you to be.” Your brother-in-law walked away, and Willas approached you, offering you a large hand.

“Come.”

You felt your heart racing. He had a gentle look on his face but it didn’t help your nerves.

“Where?” You questioned.

“To our chambers,” Willas said calmly.

You frowned, looking around and noticing how no one was paying attention to the two of you anymore.

“But the bedding ceremony…” You looked up to his face, your hand meeting his. “I don’t understand.”

“There will be no bedding ceremony.” He caressed the back of your hand with his thumb. “Just you and me. Come.”

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Title: The End of Us Fandom: Game of Thrones Characters: Margaery Tyrell x Reader [featuring Loras Tyrell, Petyr Baelish, Olenna Tyrell, and Mace Tyrell] Word Count: 2,065 Warnings: None Notes: Request from anon for “Margaery x female reader with the prompts ‘have you lost your mind?’ And ‘please don’t go’?”

You had wed Loras to be closer to Margaery. Being that Loras was always nearby Renly, Margaery had wed Renly, to be closer to you. The setup was absolutely perfect for the four of you, although it would have seemed very peculiar to most – had you four not adamantly protected the joint secret. Renly and Loras did a piss poor job of concealing their affair, as everyone in the kingdom knew of it. But you and Margaery were much smarter about it. No one suspected a thing of the time you spent in one another’s tents, brushing it off as a close bond between sisters in law. If they only knew….

“This is true,” Mace agreed – although he was essentially mindless, and quick to agree with whatever his mother suggested.

The sun had long since set before you heard the familiar sound of a gentle knock on your door. You knew that it would be Margaery. You’d been expecting her since you left the meeting.

Margaery found you leaning against the large window in your room, which looked out over the vast, prosperous fields of Highgarden. She joined you, although her gaze fell upon you instead.

“Talk to me,” she pleaded softly, and you couldn’t help but sigh.

“You’re willing to bet your happiness for the rest of your life on that theory?” you snapped, shooting her a stern glance before exhaling slowly and returning your eyes to the field.

Margaery was silent for a few moments, before adding, “Highgarden isn’t far from King’s Landing. You’ll be able to come visit me often, and I’ll come whenever I can.”

You could only nod, not trusting your voice to remain steady if you were to speak.

“Yes.”

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agent-whiskeys-sweetheart · 2 years

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hi!! God! I really fell in love with your writing :^ If your requests are open, could you please write to the GOT guys with a reader who is very beautiful and flirtatious but behind that she is a great manipulator and liar? thanks for your time :*. you are fantastic as well as your writing. <3

Thanks so much for the love! Here you are dearest!

Jaime - Jaime and a flirtatious but manipulative reader would get along really well. Once he sees your true nature he is even more infatuated with you, liking the mystery and surprise. He is never quite sure what he’s going to get but just as you can dish it so can he. He likes to throw it right back at you when you say something snarky.

Sandor - Sandor with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would be really untrustworthy. Sandor has dealt with manipulative people all of his life. In fact, he has often been the tool in the plots of manipulative people so he isn’t a huge fan of the lying. He would want to know he’s getting the truth with you or he wouldn’t be in it for real.

Petyr - Petyr with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would be very impressed. Petyr likes being with someone who can keep in stride with him intellectually. Therefore when he meets you and discovers your true nature he is more than pleased. He asks you to be his new right hand after seeing your true self. He would be pleased with you.

Jon - Jon with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would be surprisingly well adept at handling you. Believe it or not, Jon can dish it right back. He is not at all afraid to call you on your bullshit. If you’re trying to get away with something when you’re with him, he knows right away and he’ll make sure you know exactly how he feels.

Robb - Robb with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would be amused. When he sees how flirtatious you are, he is immediately into it. He flirts back and forth with you for a while, matching your energy. When he learns about your true nature he would be intrigued. He would want to prod and push just to see how far you go.

Tywin - Tywin with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would be the one to put you in your place. When he finally discovers your true nature and realizes that you are a liar, he would want to make sure that you never lie to him. He would do whatever to make sure you know that he doesn’t tolerate lying, especially in a relationship.

Bronn - Bronn with a flirtatious but manipulative reader wouldn’t mind much one way or the other. Bronn is the type of person that treats all people the same, no matter who they are or where they came from. You are no difference to him. He would treat you the way that he treats everyone else, despite the things he knows about you.

Jorah - Jorah with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would end up feeling really guilty. At first when he sees how flirtatious you are, he is a bit shy around you. He would enjoy your attention though. However when he learns of your true nature, he would feel guilty because it would remind him of his own lying. That makes him feel bad.

Ramsay - Ramsay with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would be in competition. Ramsay is the king of manipulation and lying so when he meets you he's doing the exact things to you that you're doing to him. Once he learns your true nature he feels like he has to compete to be on top with you. He doesn't want to be duped by anyone.

Stannis - Stannis with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would have little patience for your shenanigans. While he is unable to deny the fact that he likes you, he doesn’t have the time for someone who plays games. That doesn’t necessarily mean he doesn’t want to be with you. He just wants commitment and less lying from you.

Oberyn - Oberyn with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would have the time of his life. Oberyn is the same in a lot of ways so when he finds someone that is also similar to him in manners, he is really excited. He would egg you on relentlessly just to get some kind of reaction out of you. He would adore your back and forth banter.

Sansa - Sansa with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would be at a loss for words. She wouldn’t honestly know how to respond. At first she’s very shy when it comes to the flirtiness but once she sees your true nature she is just silently impressed. She also knows how to get what she wants but in a different way. She likes the attention though.

Dany - Dany with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would be excited. She loves a good chance to flirt with someone and when you show up in her life, an expert at flirting she’s really happy. She loves going back and forth with you. When she learns about your true nature she’s a little wary but it intrigues her more than anything.

Brienne - Brienne with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would be wary. She’s dealt with people before that are similar and her interactions with them haven’t ended so well so her guard would definitely be up around you. She would still fall for you though and it would be hard for her to stay away, as much as he may want to.

Margaery - Margaery with a flirtatious but manipulative reader would be in heaven. Margaery is much the same way. She is beautiful and flirtatious but she also knows how to get what she wants. Of course she does this in very lawful ways but she finds it so sexy how you can just flip the switch from upright and flirty to downright cunning.

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Armor - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand - Part 1

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! So this is the first fic I’ve ever posted on tumblr, low key kinda scary😄 But this man and his paramour have been on my mind for the longest. This is a self insert fic, but I don’t really use “Y/N”. Hope you enjoy and any feedback would be great!

Summary: You are an assassin hired by Tyrion to act as extra security alongside Bronn. He brings you back to King’s Landing just as the boy king Jeoffry Baratheon plans to marry the cunning Margaery Tyrell. But with all the guests roaming around, you begin to wonder who is a friend and who is a foe. No one makes you wonder more than the famed prince from Dorne and his captivating paramour.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: mentions of murder, allusions to sex

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You never knew anything in the seven kingdoms could make you feel so small. It wasn’t as if you’d ever let it show. You held your head high, walking alongside Tyrion as both of you entered the great hall of the throne room, Bronn on the opposite side of your employer. The Red Keep was even bigger than you had imagined it to be. The throne room was the tallest room you had ever seen. Against the dark ceiling the columns looked as if they stretched up into the night sky.

Every eye in the palace was on the three of you, and you felt no one’s eyes more than Cersei’s. You held her gaze. A woman who lived in luxury her whole life did not frighten you. She may have influence, but you had experience, strength, freedom, and skill with your bow that you were now acutely aware was strapped to your back. Having the protection of Tyrion’s influence and connections and Bronn’s strength and skill with a sword brought a sense of comfort, allowing you to remain calm under such scrutinizing gaze.

“Brother.” Cersei greeted with a soft smile that failed to hide all the vileness in her heart. “You come with friends.”

“Oh no, more like bodyguards. We have so many enemies now a days sister, I like to know I’m protected.” Tyrion smirked, leaving Bronn chuckling. You, on the other hand, would not let your intimidating demeanor fade, remaining as stoic and unyielding as the stone columns that held up the palace you wished to see fall. “May I introduce Bronn, Lord of Highgarden and-“

“Yes, I know all about the Silver Hawk from the North. I wonder if you are half as good as they say you are.” She mocked, her tone anything but genuinely curious. “I am told that you can hit your target 200 meters away and steal their breath before they even know what hit them.” If you didn’t know any better you’d think she was impressed, even if she did look at you as if you were the lowest creature she ever beheld.

“Perhaps I will have an opportunity to display my skills while I am here, your grace.” You’ll see first hand when my arrow is aimed just above your crooked neck.

“Perhaps.” She replied, feigning as much sweetness as a ferrel cat.

The both of you narrowed your eyes at each other. There was no outright exchange of harsh words or petty language, but the furious tension between the two of you was enough to fill the entire hall with uncomfortable silence. You hoped your unyielding gaze scared her. You wondered how many people actually defied her, you wondered how long it would take to get under her skin.

“Yes, well.” Tyrion interrupted, knowing you were bubbling with anger. Cersei was too, and although you allowed her to see your own emotions, it please you a bit to know you could anger her just as easy. You hated Lannisters almost more than anything, but you also knew Cersei’s time would come. She would pay for her crimes, fate would decide her end. You knew that fate had not brought you here to slay the queen regent, as much as you despised her. “As much as I love chatting with you sister, I simply wanted our arrival to be known. We have much unpacking to do and much to discuss.”

“Be careful, little brother.” She warned. “Your guard has little reserve and it seems your little silver hawk has a silver tongue as well. You would be wise to remember that people have been killed for that and less.”

“I’ll be sure to keep very close watch over them.” Tyrion retorted sarcastically before turning on his heal and exiting the great hall. You and Bronn followed, the later unable to contain his amusement.

“I’d say that went well!” He quipped, smiling at both you and your employer.

“She didn’t call to chop off our heads, that is some relief.” Tyrion noted. “But you both must be careful, especially you.” His scrutinizing gaze met yours.

“What? You expected me to just let her try and hold some dominate power over me? Just because she is draped in finest jewels in the seven realms and hides behind the her father’s influence does not mean I will tremble like a child before her.”

Tyrion sighed. “You must, for now, hold your tongue. Your wit does you credit, that’s why I like you, but you must check yourself. My sister is more dangerous than you can imagine. Don’t tremble, but don’t overstep either.” You remembered that Tyrion had been playing the game his whole life, he was basically born into it. He knew his sister better than anyone, and that meant he knew how to get around her better than anyone. You made a note to observe exactly what made Cersei tick, what made her preen under her usually reserved demeanor.

Despite the warm tones of the palace, you felt as though you were walking on ice. One wrong step and you were dead under a frozen tundra. You didn’t like this at all. Tyrion promised your freedom would not be at risk, yet you felt the freedom to speak your mind, the freedom to do as you pleased slip from you more and more. You were being watched here, you weren’t stupid. Every move had to be calculated, every word like honey laced with poison. The faster the boy king could marry, the less people there were for you to worry about. It made you uncomfortable not knowing who was an ally and who was a foe. The one thing you could appreciate about Cersei was that you always knew where you stood with her.

“I will try to remain civil if she approaches me, otherwise I will avoid your sister to the best of my abilities. But she would be wise not to challenge my reserve.” I huffed, earning a laugh from Bronn.

“Your reserve, little hawk, will be undone, whether it be from your words or your arrows.” He teased. You gave him a shove and he stumbled a bit, but not much. The last thing you needed was the oaf calling you “little”.

“The sooner we are out of this horrid place the better.” You huffed.

“I agree,” Tyrion agreed, nodding in understanding, “but don’t hold your breath. There is so much to be done before my nephew’s wedding and I will be relying on both of you to help me. While I am arranging more intimate details with my family, you two will be protecting me, but also doing some side tasks that I will not have time for. Bronn, for the most part you will be either at my side or Shae’s. If the palace discovers her they will use her against me. She can’t be found.”

Shae, Tyrion’s lover of sorts. You had grown close to her on your travels. You were wary at first. Your job was to protect Tyrion, naturally, you were cautious of anyone who might try to hurt him, to get close to him only for information or power. But it was a tough business, out spying a spy, and all your instincts told you to trust Shae. She had not left any of you astray thus far, and though the couple had not named their relationship, you could tell Tyrion and Shae cared immensely for each other. But Tyrion was right, she could be used as a pawn against him, especially if Cersei found out.

There was a sort of kinship between you and Shae. You were both strong, clever women, and she had tended to the few wounds you found yourself with on your travels. She seemed like a sister, and you were grateful for the company and friendship she provided.

“As for our favorite archer, you will be assisting some guests, getting information. I want to know the people attending this wedding, I want to ensure that this wedding goes smoothly. The Tyrell’s are a powerful ally, we cannot lose them.”

You nodded in understanding. Tyrion hired you to protect him, yes, but archery was not your only strength. You could be quiet, and you could listen as well as you could speak. You knew he would ask that of you with all the guests roaming around. You were curious to know what King’s Landing was really like, and even more interested in knowing the people who came here. “Ask it of me and it will be done.”

“Aye.” Bronn agreed.

“You are the most trusted of friends.” Tyrion gave the smallest of smiles. You were hesitant to even be in his service when the lord found you and offered you a job, afraid of losing your freedom. You knew the Lannisters, you knew their foul and power-hungry disposition. Being in their service seemed to you signing your life away. You were surprised to find he did not wish to take such things from you. He hired both you and Bronn to protect him, yes, but he would do the same for you both. You were an odd sort of family, but a family nonetheless. “Get settled and rested for the evening, we’ve had a long journey. We will reconvene later to discuss further plans.”

You nodded and left to your new chamber, one just across from Bronn and down the hall from Tyrion.

The trio was still not aware of the Red Viper slithering about the halls.

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Days passed with little to do. You hadn’t seen much of Tyrion. Since your arrival at King’s Landing your employer had become hand to his nephew king and married the pretty Stark girl you later learned was named Sansa. Still, you found ways to spend your time, keeping eyes and ears open for any useful information. You were particularly interested in Joffrey. It was astounding how a little boy could hold so much power, so much evil. You figured he inherited his terror from his mother.

Sansa was an interesting girl as well. Your heart broke for her. She was nothing if not resilient, staying loyal to her betrothed if only to keep herself alive. She was smart, you learned, but not useful when attempting to gather information. She did not deny her loyalty to Joffrey, even to those she liked. You were grateful that Tyrion stepped in to propose to the poor girl, if only to save her from the tyrant king. Both you and Shae kept close eyes on her. She was as smart and clever as Shae and yourself. You had a sneaking suspicion that she could be a close ally, if only your little family could get her away from the palace.

But today was different. Today you left your quarters to explore the palace a bit. You wanted to know what sort of battleground you were working with. It seemed surprising that a palace that was so heavily targeted was so...open. It seemed like light could illuminate any room. Even the gloomy and foreboding throne room could not escape a few beams of sunlight. If you didn’t despise every Lannister crawling about the palace, you had a mind to stay. The palace was only under the allusion of being warm and charming, the people who inhabited it ruined any chance of it being a lovely place. You noticed that the open windows and balconies made perfect outlooks should you need to eliminate a threat with one of your silver arrows.

But for now, the open windows became your place of peace as you ate a bowl of berries, just watching the rest of the sunrise. You saw the sun just barely grace the city with its light before you were called into Tyrion’s chambers. You arrived promptly, Bronn stumbling in a few minutes after you. You rolled your eyes at his lack of punctuality, which only earned you a playful nudge from the Lord of Highgarden.

“Behave you two. I swear I am dealing with children.” Shae huffed, but you could tell behind her sharp features was an air of mischief. Still, you straightened up and diverted your full attention to Tyrion.

“Well, much has happened. Prince Oberyn has arrived in The Capital. I visited him yesterday morning and he made it very clear that he wants to kill any Lannister that he sets his sights on. My father apparently ordered the death of his sister and her children. Our goal, for now, is to keep him happy, to keep him entertained. Bronn, your job will be to appear inconspicuous as you keep a watchful eye over my quarters, make sure no one goes in or out.” He ordered.

Shae huffed. “I’m perfectly capable of handling myself thank you.” She huffed.

“No one disputes that my dear.” Tyrion chuckled. You remember watching Shae stab a man she did not want for laying a finger on her. “I’m not worried about you. But my sister and my king nephew are very powerful. They will know how to use you against me.” He explained. Shae still was not pleased with the idea, but she relented.

“As for our hawk,” he turned to you and gave you a list with names you did not recognize, “you will present these girls to Prince Oberyn in my place. You will tell him that royal duties as the king’s new hand have prevented me from revisiting him, but you hope he enjoys the whores as a welcoming gift to King’s Landing.”

“Excuse me?!” You snapped your eyes narrowing in on your employer. “I am not a squire whose job is to bring in girls for spoiled princes!”

“Do not think of it as that.” Tyrion poured himself a glass of wine, knowing that he should chose his next words very carefully. He could feel your eyes burning into him. “Consider it a diplomatic mission. Besides, the prince wishes to meet you. The legends of the Silver Hawk have reached so far as Dorne and he is eager to make your acquaintance. This is the perfect opportunity for the both of you.”

You still weren’t pleased. “So I am now to serve as entertainment for the prince of Dorne.” You sighed and shook your head. “I am only staying long enough to bring him the girls, then I’m leaving.”

“Fine,” Tyrion relented. “But you will be cordial to the prince. Don’t be deceived by his charming words, he stabbed one of my cousins for a few unkind, brutish remarks. I don’t want to know what he’ll do when he hears your fire-laced words.” If it weren’t such a serious situation, Tyrion might have been amused to hear you use your wit against a prince, but the prince’s history with the Lannisters was anything but a joke.

“I’m sure she can handle herself. Hawks have talons after all.” Shae teased, but squeezed your arm affectionately. You offered a kind smile, but you still loathed this plan.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Tyrion rubbed his temple like the very thought of you getting into trouble was enough to send him over the edge.

You relented and chuckled a little before placing a hand on your friend’s shoulder. “I will be on my best behavior, but only because you will worry yourself ill.” You teased. “It can’t be too bad if I just deliver your message and leave. I better get going though. Can’t leave a prince waiting.” You snorted. As if you cared what a prince thought.

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Oberyn Martell lied in his temporary bed at the brothel, Ellaria Sand at his right, a blond haired boy on his left. He was the picture of lustful bliss, his golden chest glistened as the small rays of light entered the sinful den. But the prince was quiet deep in thought as he started out into the empty space before them. All the pleasure the brothel had to offer could not break his focus.

“Your thoughts are too loud, my prince.” Ellaria chided as she placed a kiss to his chest. “Tell me.”

Even then, Oberyn still could not break his thoughts of you, but he ran a hand through his paramour’s raven curls in acknowledgment. “I think I found our third partner.”

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