You are MINE -Joffrey Baratheon Imagine
“What are you doing?” Joffrey hissed, as he rushed towards us. Loras gave his king an odd look, but didn’t say a thing.
“Your Grace, I-” I said, before he shut me off with an annoyed arm gesture. His green eyes seemed to turn red and smoke started streaming out of his ears. He turned to Loras, pointing his finger at him, saying; “You are a knight of the King’s Guard, you have no right to flirt with any of the girls at or outside of court!”
“Your Grace.” Loras started, looking at me from the corner of his eye, before standing up straight, looking at the tiny king.
“She’s my cousin on my mother’s side. Y/N was a Hightower before she was married off to Filip Oakheart, she lived at Highgarden the most of her life. She’s like a sister to me, Sire.” He explained, and for some terrible seconds, I thought that Joffrey might hurt him.
“I swear, Your Grace, Loras is nothing more than family.” I said, trying to make my voice sound more steady, but it was hard to do when he looked at you that way.
he looked at us in silence for a few seconds, before opening his mouth, and said in a careful voice: “I hope you’re right, Lady Oakheart.”
Something about the way he said my new family name, made a cold shiver run down my spine, causing me to shake lightly. He gave me an unreadable look, before turning around and going away.
I tucked at Loras’s arm, who in return padded my hand lightly.
“Is he always that frightning?” I whispered, as he walked me back to my chambers.
“No,” he replied quietly. “Sometimes he’s even worse.”
***
“Lady Oakheart.” a voice said behind me, and cold spread all through my body. I turned around, and panicked as I saw the king and his trusted Hound walking towards us.
“What is he doing here?” my sister in law, Irene, hissed, as her grib around my arm tightened, as if she wanted to pull me away.
“He’s the king, technically he own this place.” I whispered back.
“Your Grace.” Irene said when Joffrey was only a few feet away, as she curtseyed and gave the Hound a worried look.
“To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?” she said with a tense smile.
“I was wondering if Y/N would take a walk in the rose gardens with me?”
“No,” I said shaking my head. “We have a lunchon to attend, I can’t. Not today, besides it would look improper for me to have a walk with you.”
“Improper?” He asked coldly, his arms crossing over his chest. “How?”
“I’m married, your grace.” I smiled. “And my husband is waiting for us.”
I turned Irene and I around, and started walking towards the Tyrell’s chambers.
“Do you think that was wise?” Irene hissed, this time sounding more panicked than ever.
“No, but I’ve got no choice. He terrifies me.” I hissed back and glanced back at him. Joffrey looked tense, and on the egde to explode.
“So your husband is more important than your king?” He nearly screamed the words, and I couldn’t get myself to turn around, so with my back still to him I said: “A wife has her duties, your Grace.”
***
At the night of a great ball, held in the honour of the new Hand, things took a turn for the stranger. I was stading with my husband, discussing something mildly uninteresting with Mace Tyrell (yes I love my uncle, but Gods he can be so boring.) when the King joined us.
At first we all thought he was there for Margery, my lovely cousin to whom he’s engaged, but the mood in our small group shifted dramatically when he asked me to dance with him. Filip’s hand tightened slightly around my arm, in a silent protest. Margery gave me a weird look, as if she was trying to figure out how to comb out the situation.
“She’d love to!” Mace exclaimed, before he blurt out a merry laughter, leaving me with no other choice than taking Joffrey’s hand and following him onto the dance floor.
“I don’t like the company you’re keeping.” He said as we started swirling about.
“Id like it very much if we send Sir Loras and your husband back home, so you can get some proper company.”
“Proper company, your Grace?”
“Yes, proper company. Well breed ladies and such.”
I gave him an odd look, and felt a small pit of anger opening within me.
“Isn’t my cousins proper ladies? My husband’s sister? Not even the Lady of Cider Hall?” I asked, my displeasure filling my voice. He grunted and flashed a crooked, unreadable smile.
“You should try to talk to some of the ladies who aren’t connected to your husband. ”
I stopped mid-dance and look directly into his cold, green eyes.
“What’s wrong with my husband?”
“He thinks he own you, but he doesn’t. I do.” He replied coldly, and his long fingers wrapped themselves around my arms. A few people around the room gave us curious looks, while the most of them ignore the little scene unfolding in front of them.
“Nobody own me, your Grace.” I replied in the most put together voice I could manage. His right hand let go of me, and snaked it’s way to my face, where it gently grabbed my chin.
“But don’t you understand my dear, dear Lady Hightower?” The weird mixture of his sugar-sweet voice, and the fact that he had used my maiden-name to address me, made a ice cold shiver run down my spine.
“I own you. You’re MINE!” In a flash, the hand touching my chin grabbed my hair and jerked my head downwards.
“You will always be mine, and I WILL have you for myself, do you understand?!” He screamed the words, and by now all attention was on us. I looked up, and saw a couple of guards looking uneasily at me and the king, not sure of what to do: should they help the woman being assaulted in front of them, or should they let their king be?
A terrified squeal escaped my lungs, as my hands went to the roots of my hair, which Joffrey was trying to pull out.
“Can’t you see you’re hurting her, your Grace?” Someone called from the mist of people, I couldn’t make out the person, and for their sake I hoped that nobody else could.
“Your Grace!” Someone called, and Tywin Lannister, tightly followed by his daughter made their way towards us.
“Maybe we should settle this matter in a more private setting?” The old man proposed. Joffrey looked down at me, and then let go of my hair, but grabbed my wrist in the moment Filip started moving towards us.
“Very well,” the king replied. “Let’s get on with it. Come with me, both of you.” He said as he began dragging me towards the door, the two elders following close behind.
***
“Everything is ready my love. Come, we have to leave before anyone notice what we’re doing.” Filip’s voice was quiet, but still loving despite everything that had happened.
“What will happen when he finds out we’re gone?” I asked and stood up stiffly. He gave me a frail smile, fetched my cape, and put it on me, with caring movements like those of a parent or caregiver.
“I don’t know.” He replied bluntly, and carefully pushed some loose strains of hair back behind my ear, brushing his fingertips across the bruise on my cheekbone I’d earned during the conversation with the Lannisters.
“But we’re under Highgarden’s protection, nothing can happen to us, I assure you.” I nodded and pulled the hood down, so it shadowed my face, before taking his warm hand, and disappearing into the night, away from the Red Keep and it’s king.












