Hey my lovelies, back with another headcanon! I saw the trailer last week and it inspired me to write this!
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❀Duncan doesn’t know how to act around you, especially in the beginning. You make him nervous. Egg finds it humorous. How can Duncan suddenly bumble his words around you? Why does he keep fidgeting? Duncan denies these statements, yet it's clear that they’re true.
❀This is why Egg invites you to travel with them. Egg is curious about your travels; he’s also keen to witness how Duncan reacts to you. Duncan immediately attempts to find an excuse; you’ll probably go in the opposite direction. Perhaps you are in haste. However, you smile and accept Egg’s proposition, Duncan growls at the boy.
❀In the first few days, Duncan remains awkward around you. Meanwhile, Egg is asking questions. He wants to get to know you. Where you’ve been, what you’ve done, the experiences you’ve had. Duncan appears to be disinterested; however, he’s listening to every word. He’s as curious about you as Egg is.
❀Egg asking you questions about how the world works. He wants to know about where you were born, what it was like to grow up where you did. Duncan suggesting perhaps you don’t want to answer anymore questions, but you always allow it.
❀Duncan finds it’s easier to talk when Egg has fallen asleep. Hushed voices over a campfire, close enough to keep warm. He finds you fascinating; he’s taken with you, although if Egg attempts to force him into submission, he’ll deny it.
❀Your nightly conversations become Duncan’s favourite part of his day. He looks forward to settling down besides you and talking until you both fall asleep.
❀Whenever Duncan can’t sleep, he watches over you and Egg. You two grow more important to him by the day. He doesn’t understand how you’ve both wormed your way into his life, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
❀Duncan becoming protective of you. Stepping in the way of any danger you face. He’ll cut down any man who posses a threat to you.
Summary: You’ve been quiet for as long as Cersei has known you. The other maids gossip about you. Cersei wants to get to the bottom of what keeps you so silent.
Word Count: 1,265
Warnings: Slight angst
Cersei Lannister had known you for what felt like a lifetime, yet she couldn’t remember the first time you crossed her path. It didn’t matter, really. What did matter was how you had remained a quiet, elusive figure in her castle. You were a maid, just one among many, but there was something about you that intrigued her. Something she couldn’t quite place, nor could the other maids. They whispered behind your back, calling you the “mute” as if that title alone could explain your silence.
She often heard them gossiping in the halls, their voices full of curiosity and disdain, but she never paid them much mind. Cersei wasn’t interested in the gossip of common women. But you…you were different. Even in the midst of their idle chatter, you always remained stoic and unmoved, your lips barely parting for the briefest words when required, your eyes only ever meeting the ground as you went about your work.
There was something about that quiet that gnawed at her, something compelling. It was as if you were hiding something, something from the world, from her. It wasn’t just a simple shyness or a preference for silence; no, it was something deeper. And Cersei wanted to know what it was.
It took her a while, but she eventually found a way to get closer to you. You worked usually just out of sight from the rest of the servants, far from prying eyes. And so, Cersei found herself wandering the Red Keep more often in search of you, her eyes scanning every room until they found you. When she found you, you were always the same, eyes lowered as you worked silently, never speaking to anyone unless absolutely necessary.
It was subtle at first. Cersei would linger for a few moments, watching you, observing your movements as you went about your chores. At times, she would offer small pleasantries, casual words that never seemed to elicit any response. And yet, you never ignored her. You never appeared startled by her presence. Instead, you merely acknowledged her with a brief nod or a soft glance before returning to your work.
She couldn’t help but notice that you never flinched when she spoke to you, never showed any fear of her, though many did. Your indifference, your calmness, intrigued her more than anything else. Most of the women in King’s Landing feared her, even admired her to some degree, but you seemed almost entirely unfazed by her presence.
One evening, when the light of the setting sun filtered through the tall windows, painting the room in hues of gold and amber, Cersei made her move. You were in the kitchen, kneading dough at the counter, the soft thud of your hands on the flour covered surface the only sound in the room. You didn’t notice her standing there until she spoke, her voice low and commanding.
“Why do you never speak?”
It wasn’t an accusation, nor was it meant to be a challenge. She simply wanted to understand. She knew you weren’t deaf, and you weren’t mute. You had spoken to the other servants when necessary. Yet, when it came to her, you remained silent, a stone wall of quietness.
You paused for a moment, hands still, as if considering her question. You didn’t look up, didn’t meet her gaze. And yet, she could feel your discomfort rising, the briefest flicker of something behind your eyes before it was gone again. Cersei waited, her gaze unwavering, watching you, studying you with a patience that surprised even herself.
Finally, you spoke, your voice soft and barely audible. “I don’t have anything worth saying.”
Your words were simple, but they carried a weight, a vulnerability that Cersei hadn’t expected. You weren’t a mute; you simply chose silence because you didn’t think your words mattered. Cersei felt a strange tug in her chest. It was a feeling she didn’t often allow herself to acknowledge.
She took a step closer, her heels clicking sharply on the stone floor, a sound that seemed to resonate in the otherwise quiet room.
“That’s not true,” Cersei said, her tone more tender than she intended. “Everyone has something worth saying.” It was a true enough statement, even if it were the case that she didn’t much care for many things that were said by others, they still held a certain kind of importance to them.
You finally looked up at her, your eyes briefly meeting hers before dropping again, a silent apology in your gaze. Cersei couldn’t help but notice how your lips trembled, as if you were on the verge of saying more. But you didn’t. Instead, you returned to your dough, as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t just chipped away at the wall you’d built around yourself.
Cersei watched you for a moment longer before turning to leave, but then, she stopped herself. She couldn’t walk away just yet. She was too close now, and something within her urged her to push further, to know the full truth of your silence.
“I don’t believe you,” she said quietly, not wishing to frighten you, to scare you off from ever uttering a word again, at least not until she heard what she wanted from you. “You may not speak much, but that doesn’t mean you have nothing of value to say.”
You flinched slightly, and for the briefest moment, Cersei saw something in your eyes, something raw, something untamed. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced with the same guarded expression you always wore. You continued working, but Cersei could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy between the two of you.
“I…I don’t want to trouble anyone,” you whispered, so quietly she barely heard the words. “Some things are better left unsaid.”
Cersei’s heart stilled at the faint sadness in your voice. Something inside her shifted. She was accustomed to people hiding their emotions, but this felt different. This felt like something she could understand, something that resonated with her own unspoken pain.
She stepped closer to you, her hand gently resting on your arm. “You’re not troubling anyone, not me. If you want to speak, you can.”
For the first time in a long while, you met her gaze, your eyes wide, and in them, Cersei saw something she hadn’t expected. There was a softness there, an openness that had been buried beneath layers of silence and restraint.
And then, before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out.
“I…I care for you,” you whispered, your voice shaking with the weight of the confession. “I’ve always cared for you.”
The silence that followed felt deafening. You froze, your hands trembling as you realized what you had just said. Cersei, too, stood still, her heart thundering in her chest, but for reasons she couldn’t understand. She had expected many things, but not this. Never this.
Your face flushed a deep red, and you immediately lowered your gaze, ashamed of your confession. But Cersei didn’t look away. She didn’t retreat.
Instead, she gently cupped your chin, tilting your face so that your eyes met hers once more. There was something different in her gaze now, something softer.
“You need not be ashamed,” she murmured, her voice low and sincere. “You are not the only one who has hidden feelings.”
In that moment, with those words, you realized that your silence had held far more than just words. It had held everything you had been too afraid to speak aloud. And for the first time, Cersei Lannister listened.
Request: Wattpad- Before Robb Stark made his promise to the twins he capture Jaimie Lannister and Y/N Hill (Tywin Lannister bastard). She was chained up right beside her brother before Robb Command his m’en to unchain her and giver her a proper tent and let her be bath and have food. Robb starts to fall for her and decides to marry her so she can have a stark name and be a queen in the North since she not treated well by her siblings accept Tyrion of cours. Tywin Lannister agréés to it and give back his sisters and Robb give back Jamie to the Lannister
Word Count: 452
Author: Charlotte
It was a sad day when your closest bonding moment with your brother was being locked in a cage together. Both of you were handcuffed and chained by the neck to the support beams of the cage that you were to call home, only getting uncuffed momentarily to eat or to use the toilet- if they remembered that is. The Stark’s had only grabbed you because you were with Jaime, they knew as well as you did that, they weren’t going to get anything from having you as a bargaining chip, but they could get a lot to benefit them in exchange for your brother.
Tywin cared little for you, less than he did for Tyrion, at least he held the Lannister name. You could only thank that he let you somewhat spend time with your siblings growing up but the fact that he plastered the name Hill after Y/N, made it clear to them and everyone else that you were not their equal, barely even their sister, just the bastard. Tywin and Cersei made it clear every chance they got you were not like them, at least your brothers were kinder.
You fidgeted in the dirt patch that had become your home over the last few days, trying to test the chain of the handcuffs against the post, hoping that somehow you could break them. It hadn’t worked the last hundred times you had tried, but maybe it would work now. Even though you had been dressed far more modestly than Jaime, no need to flaunt who you were, but for once you seemed like equals, covered in mud and smelling worse than the horses tied up near the cage.
“You’re not going to break out,” Jaime stated.
“Maybe I could,” you frowned back.
He rolled his eyes at you. “We’ll be let go eventually, we’re too valuable to kill, father will trade anything to get our safe return.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes at him. You didn’t know if he was just stupid or if he really considered that you were equals, but it had never been lost on you that you were as good as the dirt below your boots in comparison to the true Lannister’s.
“There is no ‘we’, Jaime,” you corrected. “You are valuable, I could be killed any moment to send a message. Tywin would send an army to get you back, he likely wouldn’t even read the letter telling him I was captive.”
“He wouldn’t leave you as a prisoner of the north.”
“Wouldn’t he?” You questioned. “I am not a Lannister, I will never be a Lannister.”
Jaime went to argue but was cut short by the cage door being unlocked.
thinking of starting to write for house of the dragon after i stopped writing for got years ago... all thanks to my new obsession with daemon rhaenyra and aemond... in my targaryen era let's go
Summary: This was it. The final battle. The wolf against the lion. But what side would the stallion choose? And at what cost?
Warnings: Swearing, blood, death, violence, fluff
Series Masterlist
Clanging of armour and gruff shouts of soldiers filled Robb Stark’s ears, interrupting and stirring him from his surprisingly peaceful slumber. Usually the night before a battle Robb was restless and could barely get a wink of sleep.
But last night was different, and he knew exactly why.
Yawning, he rubbed his eyes as the light from outside crept in through the tent flaps. He became aware of the fur sheets rubbing against his bare chest as he turned lazily on his side to stare at the now vacant space beside him. Despite the impending events, Robb couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his features as memories of last night flashed across his mind.
The feeling of bare skin moving against his and the rustle of sheets caused Robb to stir, rubbing his eyes lazily as his eyes adjusted to the dim light emitted by the candles. He glanced over at the entrance of the tent to confirm that outside was still only lit by moonlight before turning over on his side.
“Mm, where are you off to ‘eh?” He rasped, sliding his arm across the sheet to wrap a hand around *yn*’s slender wrist.
The sound of his voice and the touch of his calloused palm made *yn* turn her head back to Robb. Instead of answering, she simply smiled softly as she leant down and pressed her lips against his.
“Don’t want anyone getting any ideas, do we?” She mumbled against his mouth.
“What sort of ideas would you be referring to eh?” He smirked as he ran a hand down her bare back.
“The idea of the King of the North in bed with a wildling savage, I’m sure your men would love that.” She drawled sarcastically.
“You’re not a savage. You’re a queen.” He reminded her which made a smile twitch up onto her lips.
“I’m both, and your people know that.” She whispered to him calmly.
“I don’t care.” He insisted as he sat up slightly in his bed to emphasise his point. An almost sympathetic smile spread across *yn*’s face as she leant up and caressed his cheek gently as her soft eyes locked with his.
“You should.”
With the imagine of *yn* smiling at him burned into the forefront of his mind, Robb pulled his shirt over his head, as the realisation that he was about to ride into the most important battle of the war hit him square in the chest. He sucked in one last nervous breath and squared his shoulders before pushing open the flap of the tent and into the chaotic mess that was his camp.
His men were swarming around the campsite like a colony of ants, but instead of being organised, they were moving around in a terrified daze with seemingly no sense of purpose or goal in mind. Some were seemingly doing whatever they could to try and take their minds of the impending bloodbath, others were muttering prayers to themselves in a hope that somehow the gods would grant them mercy today. There were a rare few that had a bloodthirsty gleam in their eyes, as if they were itching to join the massacre that was going to ensue, as they sharpened their weapons and stretched out their joints.
Robb could feel all of their eyes on him as he manoeuvred his way through the camp, praying that he could manage to avoid running into one of his advisors or generals. His eyes swept over his men, ensuring that he presented himself to be simply a king ensuring things were under control, where in reality he was desperately searching for one thing in particular.
One person, really.
Finally after what felt like an eternity, Robb reached the break in the trees that revealed the oval shaped dip in the earth’s surface which was currently home to the Vesiros army. From afar, it looked as if the ground was multicoloured and moving due to the thousands of horses that were all corralled together into the small space.
As he made his way down the small hill, he spotted *yn*’s tent and began to make a direct beeline towards it. As he neared it however, his eyes fell on an all too familiar snow white stallion tethered to a tree only a hundred metres or so away from him. And more importantly, an even more familiar figure was standing nearby.
The closer he got to her, the more he realised that she looked quite different. Her usually flowing hair was tightly braided down her back with gold twine entwined through it that shimmered in the light when she moved. Instead of her body being covered by her flowing dresses, she was instead wearing pants and a tunic, yet she still managed to look as enchanting as ever.
*yn* let herself exhale a small breath as she glided her fingers down Eclipse’s neck, letting them swirl in intricate patterns as she watched the bright red war paint contrast with his icy white coat. Eclipse stood patiently, munching on grass nonchalantly as *yn* continued to use his coat as a canvas.
“I’ve never seen a red that vivid before.”
The husky voice caused her heart to skip a beat as she glanced over her shoulder to see Robb Stark standing behind her. If he was shocked by the black warpaint smudged around her eyes, he did an excellent job of hiding it as she turned to face him.
“It’s a tradition when we go to battle, it’s to strike fear in the hearts of our enemies.” She explained, smiling softly at the memory of her father explaining the same thing to her for the first time when she was only five.
“How do you make it?” Robb queried as she held out the small clay bowl for him. “It’s the blood drained from our conquered enemies.” She explained nonchalantly to him as he cautiously dipped two of his fingers into the red liquid.
She resisted the urge to snort as he failed in his attempt to conceal the look of shock that flashed across his features at her words. “Relax, it’s tree sap and red ochre.” She laughed to herself as she continued to trace her fingers along her horse’s neck. “I thought you southerners were supposed to be tougher than that.”
“Very funny.”
“I thought so.” She answered back as she glanced back up at him, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “Here, you try.” She continued, holding out for the small pot of paint to him. “I can’t do that, I’ll only ruin your work.” He shook his head which made her smile gently.
“I’ll show you how.” She encouraged as she gently grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to continue on with the pattern she had just begun to create. Robb stayed silently as he watched *yn* carefully guide his hand along her horse’s neck, leaving a red pattern embedded in his coat in it’s wake.
“Are you nervous?” *yn* murmured to him, her eyes fixated on his painting hand as she spoke. “No, I am ready for war, as I am sure war is ready for me.”
“You do not agree with my words?” He spoke again when he noticed her brow furrow ever so slightly in an involuntary response to his words. *yn* silently cursed herself for not being able to hide her emotions better, forcing herself to keep her eyes fixed on Robb’s hand as she continued to aid him.
“*yn*.” He pressed, the urgent yet insecure tone mixed with the use of her name made her heart jump slightly against her rib cage.
“My father used to say only a great fool would march into a battle without fear. Because if you have no fear, it means you are not afraid to die, it means you’ve got nothing to lose. But if you have something to live for, you’ll fight with everything in you to stay alive.”
There was a tense pause as Robb’s hand stilled at her words as he mulled over her words. “I have plenty to live for, I am assuming you do to?” She continued, causing him to glance back at her.
“Aye, I do.”
“Good.” She nodded, placing her hand over his to place the finishing touches on the paint. “Then we will both fight to live.”
“Your Grace.” The voice made the pair pull away from each other, turning around to face a panting servant. “I am sorry to interrupt but the councilmen have advised me that they wish to speak to you at once. It is of great importance.”
“Tell them I am on my way.” Robb nodded. The servant bowed before hurriedly scurrying off in the same direction he had just moments before appeared from.
“I-”
“We will talk later young wolf, go see your men.” *yn* cut him off, sending him a tight lipped smile. There was a brief moment as Robb stared at her, as if he wanted to say something but was wavering. In the end he seemed to decide against it and nodded wordlessly before turning on his heels.
*yn* let out a breath before turning back to her horse. She tuned out the hustle and bustle of the men around her as she steadied her hands to place the delicate finishing touches to Eclipse’s paint.
“I am surprised to see you getting your hands dirty, Your Grace.”
The unfamiliar voice from behind her made *yn* jerk her head around in surprise. Her eyes landed on an older man she recognised as one of the councilmen that had been present at the meetings with Robb.
“Forgive me, I am yet to introduce myself Your Grace, Roose Bolton.” He continued, extending a hand for her to take. She eyed him momentarily before cautiously extending her arm, clasping her hand around his in a firm shake.
“And this is my son, Ramsay Snow.”
Her eyes drifted over Roose’s right shoulder to see a young man, similar in age to her she suspected. He was pale, with black hair that flopped over his forehead, almost shadowing his sunken eyes. A bastard.
“Pleasure.” She spoke, shooting the bastard a tight lipped smile as she stretched out her hand to him.
“The pleasure is mine, Your Grace.” Ramsay answered and *yn* fought the urge to shiver as a chill shot up her spine. She could feel the hairs standing up on the back of her neck as Ramsay’s thin lips curled up into a devilish grin revealing a set of almost pointy canines.
Her instincts were screaming to yank her hand back as his sweaty hand enveloped hers and shook aggressively. She always thought herself to be a quite a good judge of character and she had never been so certain about someone so quickly before. This man was bad news. Very, very bad news.
“Are you well rested and prepared for the battle, Your Grace?” Roose queried as she retraced her hand from Ramsay to place back on Eclipse’s neck.
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Are you sure?” Roose spoke, “my men told me they say you wondering around the camp quit late night last night.” He paused for a brief moment, his lips twitching up into a glimpse of a smirk before they fell into a straight line once more. “back from the direction of Robb Stark’s tent.”
She rose a brow at his words, barely believing her ears as she processed what she was hearing. “Yes, we were discussing battle plans.”
“Oh well that is comforting Your Grace, I am most certain that whispers like that would make some friends of ours question where your loyalties lie.”
Roose’s face hardened for a fleeting moment as he spoke, all attempts at faking niceties briefly ceased for that moment in time. It was like his words had just peeled back a mask and *yn* was seeing his true nature for the first time. He was just as terrifying as his son.
Silence dangled tauntingly between the three as *yn* stared at Roose, soaking in his words. There was a glint in his eye as he stared back at her, almost daring her to say what she really wanted to say. Her eyes ghosted over to Ramsay to see that his thin lips had contoured into a smirk.
Tywin had said that men hungry for power were easy to persuade. That he had a Lord on the inside providing him with information. And *yn* knew that she was staring right into the eyes of that very same power hungry man.
“Well, we cannot have that, can we?” She heard herself say, her survival instincts kicking in as she slipped on a mask of her own. “Be sure to tell our friend that he has nothing to worry about, unless he dares question my loyalty again.” She batted her lashes and shot Roose and Ramsay a smirk of her own before moving past them, intentionally brushing her shoulder against Ramsay as she did so.
The smirk dropped from her face the second her back was to them, inhaling sharply as she hurried towards her tent. She came to a stop just outside her tent to clean her hands in a bucket of water. Her mind was racing as she watched the red paint seep into the water, gradually turning it the colour of blood. She glanced over her shoulder to see that Ramsay and Roose were still standing near Eclipse, now in deep conversation. Hatred sparked inside her as she stared at the pair. If there was one thing *yn* truly hated in this world - it was traitors.
Her eyes flickered up at the sound of talking men approaching her. “Erik.” She called out when her eyes fell on one of her lead soldiers.
“Your Grace.” He greets, muttering a goodbye to the soldier before hurrying to her side.
“See those men over there?”
“Yes, Your Grace.” He nodded, following her gaze to the pair.
“Make sure they are not breathing by the time the battle comes to an end. Discreetly, yes?” She murmured, her eyes never leaving the pair as she spoke calmly.
There was a short pause before- “It will be done, Your Grace.”
“And what of our two rogues?” She queried, a pang of sympathy hitting her chest at the thought of Arya tied up and left alone in the corner of some dark tent.
“They are behaving themselves Your Grace... for the most part.” He answered and a small smile appeared on her features briefly. The girl had fight in her, that had been clear to *yn* from the second she had laid eyes on her.
“Good.” She nodded, turning to finally look at him. “You have gone above and beyond for me Erik, I feel that merely thanking you would be a disservice to you.”
A small blush formed on Erik’s face at her words as he shook his head fervently. “Y-your Grace that is not necessary, it is an honour to serve you I-”
“Nonsense.” She shook her head dismissively. “If we survive this battle I intend to make you one of my senior advisors when we return home.”
Erik’s chest swelled with pride and his eyes grew glassy at her words, his mouth falling open in shock as he tried to process the information he had just received. “Y-your Grace I do not know how to thank you-”
“You can thank me after we survive this battle.” She answered softly, placing a hand on his forearm. “Now, go ensure the others are ready. And if you see Mikel tell him that I need his assistance in getting my armour on.”
“Of course, Your Grace.”
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The clanging of swords and armour were growing louder from outside *yn*’s tent as the battle edged closer. She took a deep breath as she attempted to calm her nerves. She studied herself in the mirror, running a hand over her braided hair that was tied into a plait down her back. Her fingers skimmed the heavy armour that now encased her body. Her hand paused once she reached the breast plate.
Her finger glided over the small rearing stallion that was engraved in the centre of the metal. Her family sigil. “This is for you.” She whispered to herself, images of her parents and her brother flashing before her eyes. *yn* blinked away the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks before turning away from the mirror and making her way outside.
Luna sat dutifully outside her tent, immediately rising up to walk by her side once she entered into the sunlight. She ran a hand through Luna’s soft fur as she began moving her way through the encampment. Most soldiers were too busy tacking up their horses to notice her, but the ones that did paused what they were doing and bowed before her.
She shot them small smiles as she weaved through them, slowly edging closer to Robb Stark’s tent. She came to a sudden stop when her eyes fell on the young wolf himself. He was speaking to an advisor, his brow furrowed in concentration as he listened to whatever the man was saying.
Her heart thumped in her chest as images of last night flashed before her eyes. Those same brows furrowing in concentration as he looked down at her, watching her face contort in pleasure while the two joined as one. The very same calloused hands that were stroking his beard were only hours ago wrapped around her throat and threaded through hair.
Just as quickly as those thoughts entered her head did they vanish when Robb turned his back to her and made his way inside his tent. It felt like her body had a string tied to Robb as her feet began moving towards him. She followed in his footsteps, pausing outside his tent briefly to inhale a breath before pushing the flap open.
Her eyes travelled to the mirror in the corner of the tent to see that Robb was standing in front of it. His breastplate was hanging loosely over his chest, his fingers paused from fixing his armour as their eyes locked in the mirror.
“Let me.” *yn* murmured, breaking their eye contact as she slipped inside the tent.
Robb stayed silent as he watched her intently through the mirror. *yn* swallowed as she came to a stop beside him. Robb tilted his head to look down at her as her nimble fingers made quick work of his armour.
“For a Queen, you’re surprisingly good at this.” He remarked which caused a small smile to form on *yn*’s lips.
“Our people believe the Gods bring us good fortune when we prepare ourselves for battle, so I’ve had lots of practice.” She answered as she moved around to his other arm.
The pair fell back into silence as *yn* continued working until she was standing in front of him to fasten his chest plate. “You know, you look just as enchanting in your armour as you did when I first met you.” Robb murmured, his voice so quiet that *yn* wasn’t entirely sure if he had meant to utter it out loud.
*yn* felt a small blush creep onto her cheeks at his words. Her eyes darted up to his face to see that he was staring down at her intently. “Thank you.” She hoarsely whispered as she dragged her eyes down from his face to his chest to fasten the final buckle.
“*yn*, if we do not survive this-”
“We will.” *yn* cut him off, sending him a firm look. “I know we will.”
“-but if we do not.” Robb continued, shooting her an imploring look. “I want you to know that it was an honour to fight alongside you.”
His words made her stomach flutter as she flattened her palms over his chest, looking up at him through her lashes. Wordlessly she rose up onto her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck before pressing her lips against his. Robb reacted instantly, snaking his arms around her waist to pull her closer to him.
*yn* felt a breath catch in her throat as electricity coursed through her body. She found herself wishing that there was no armour between them so that she could feel the heat of his body pressed against her own skin as they kissed. A moan nearly escaped her lips as Robb shifted his head to deepen the kiss. Even though the pair had only spoken briefly, she knew that this kiss was saying everything that they had not said.
They both knew that this might be the last time they ever touch one another again.
Finally the pair reluctantly broke free from each other, both breathing a little heavier than normal as their foreheads pressed against each other.
“Fight well, young wolf.”
“Fight well, Lady Blackburn.”
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“Steady.” *yn* muttered, tugging on her reins lightly as Eclipse tossed his head and pawed at the ground nervously.
“They’re all getting nervous.” Cassius remarked from beside her, on top of his own horse who was beginning to dance on the spot in agitation.
*yn* hummed to Cassius in agreement. She could hear the sound of thousands of hooves fidgeting and stomping on the ground behind her. She could also hear the sound of prayers being nervously muttered under the breathes of her men. Cassius was not just talking about the horses.
She felt a pang of guilt at the thought of all the men that would not get to return home. That would spend their last moments on this earth on the field below them. The deal that Tywin Lannister had offered her flashed before her mind. She could do it. She had time to change her mind. She could save hundreds if not thousands of lives of her people today.
But as quickly as she pondered that option did she dismiss it. Tywin Lannister was a liar, a manipulative narcissist who would do and say anything to get his way. She had a sinking feeling that he would have already thought about the fact that she may betray him.
*yn* glanced down the hill that her army was positioned on top of. From this spot they practically had a birds eye view of the sprawling valley that seemed to stretch on for thousands of miles. Robb had been wise to pick this spot for battle. The Lannister army would only have one spot to enter in through and that spot was a narrow ridgeway. They would be funnelled into the valley, giving Robb’s army plenty of time to pick them off as they came into view.
*yn*’s eyes scanned over the grass, mentally trying to envision the battle taking place. Once the Lannister army was fully inside the valley, the Vesiros army would come out of hiding. They could come bursting out from the top of the hill, covering the only exit, leaving the Lannister men trapped. Like leading lambs to a slaughter.
“*yn* I-” Cassius began. “I need to tell you something.” She could hear Cassius say from beside her as her eyes scanned the field. The grip on her reins tightened as Robb came into view. He was so far away that he was barely recognisable, but *yn* knew that it was him. The sound of a throat being cleared beside her made *yn* jerk her head up, remembering that Cassius was there.
“Yes Cass?”
Cassius opened his mouth to speak but promptly shut it as he studied his best friends features. Her eyes were distant, her mind clearly occupied by something else as she waited impatiently for his answer. Occupied by someone else.
“I-” He began. I love you, is what he wanted to say. But he knew in that moment that her heart belonged to another. That she would never love him the way that he so obviously loved you.
“It’s been an honour to fight beside you, Your Grace.”
His words made *yn*’s heart warm and tears to prick at her eyes. Cassius had been her friend for as long as she could remember. He was like a second brother that she had never had.
“We are going to survive this, Case. I know it.” She affirmed, leaning over to take his hand. “You are truly the greatest friend I will ever have in this lifetime.” She spoke honestly, squeezing his hand tightly.
Friend.
Cassius forced a smile onto his lips as he squeezed her hand back. “You too, *yn*.”
The sound of a battle horn being blown made *yn* look away from him. *yn* felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck as the sound of marching feet and hooves crept into her ears. Luna let out a growl beside her as Eclipse let out a small whinny and began to prance on the spot.
“Shhh.” *yn* soothed as she leant down and ran her hands through Luna’s thick fur. Despite her calming actions, she could feel her stomach begin to churn as the thumping sound grew louder now mixed with the shouts of men.
“It’s still not too late to change your mind.” Cassius spoke.
*yn* shook her head adamantly. Her gut was screaming at her that this was the right thing to do. That even if she took Tywin’s dead, she would still wind up dead.
“Cassius.” She spoke, her eyes never leaving the landscape in front of her as her eyes ghosted back to the entry point to see men beginning to spill through it.
“When we charge, I only want half of us to go down to begin. When I signal I want you to lead the rest of our men down.” She instructed, finally dragging her eyes away from the valley to lock eyes with him.
“Of course, Your Grace.” He nodded. He could see in her face that in this moment she was no longer speaking to him as a friend, she was speaking to him as the Queen of Vesiros.
Another loud battle horn echoed through the valley and *yn* could see that Robb’s army was edging out towards the centre of the field. *yn* swore all she did was blink and now both lion and wolf banners were visible before her. She felt a breath lodge in her throat as a sickening silence seemed to encase the armies for a brief moment. Both standing still, as if they were waiting to see what the other would do, until-
“Charge!” Someone screamed. And then the air was engulfed with screams and shouts of men charged with fear, anger and adrenaline as both armies sprung to life.
“Hold.” *yn* ordered, holding an arm up as the horses behind her began to take a few steps forward. Instinctively she felt her sides, ensuring both her swords were there and then her back to confirm that her bow and arrow were securely fixed behind her.
“Hold.” She repeated as the first clash of metal on metal rung out. The screams and shouts grew louder as the armies collided with a sickening thud. *yn* lost sight of Robb as men swarmed all over each other, just like frenzied ants, as weapons found their homes in flesh and bone.
“Hold.” She breathed out, her voice waveringly slightly as she straightened up in her saddle.
She knew that she was taking longer than agreed on by Robb, but she wanted to be sure that every single last Lannister army member was in her sight. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, her body tingling with what felt like excitement as she wound the reins around her wrist.
She rose a hand up, stretching it up to try and reach the Gods.
“Now.” She ordered, dropping her arm down to her side as she squeezed her legs against Eclipse’s belly.
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“It seemed you were right about the wildling girl father.”
“Of course I was.” Tywin answered, a egotistical smirk on his lips as he watched the battle taking place before him.
“Without her forces, this battle should be over relatively quickly.” Jaime remarked. The pair were mounted on their horses, standing in some shrubbery to conceal themselves and the rest of their army from the rest of the battle.
“Yes, it will.” Tywin answered as his eyes flickered up to the hill in front of them. Although he could not see her, he knew that *yn* Blackburn and her army were up there.
“Once we have defeated the wolf pup we will take the Vesiros army. Once they surrender we will kill the wildling girl. She is the last Blackburn alive, she has no heir. We will be able to claim Vesiros as our own and all the resources that comes with them.”
Jaime said nothing as he studied his father’s profile, noting the power lust and greed that was brimming in his eyes. Before Jaime could open his mouth to reply a loud war horn suddenly rung out.
“No.” Tywin whispered under his breath, his fists balling around his reins.
“Charge!” A male voice screamed out. The shouts and cheers of men filled his ears as a white stallion emerged at the crest of the hill and galloped down towards the chaos. The loud war horn of Vesiros blasted once more through the air as the sound of thousands of hooves pounding the grass filled Tywin’s ears.
His eyes fell on the familiar white stallion that was leading the charge as thousands of soldiers streamed down the hill. It was Queen Blackburn. She was on the frontline, leading her men into battle. He watched as she pulled out her sword and led her men down the hill and behind the Lannister army, effectively sandwiching them in between the Vesiros and the Stark armies. The men at the back barely had time to act surprised as the Vesiros army descended upon them, cutting them down with ease on top of their horses. A flash of brown fur was darting around, leaping up and taking men from their horses - a dire wolf.
“It’s fine, we prepared for this.” Tywin spoke calmly, turning around in his saddle to Jaime.
“Go. Leave no survivors.” He ordered.
“Of course father.”
With a nod Jaime drew his sword and let out a shout and galloped off. Tywin watched with bated breath as the concealed Lannister army burst out of the tree line towards the Vesiros army. They encircled the men, causing them to be surrounded on all sides.
He watched with bated breath as they began to advance, squishing the Vesiros army into a small circle as they attacked. Tywin could barely make out *yn*’s men as his own men began to attack her on all sides. A shrill whistle sounded out from the middle of the field and all Tywin could see was a hand protruding out into the air, waving a red scrap of material.
A few seconds later another war horn bellowed out, but this time it sounded like it was coming from the top of the hill.
“No. It cannot be.” Tywin whispered to himself.
“For Vesiros!” Voices shouted out in the distance. Tywin watched on in horror as even more soldiers appeared at the top of the hill before they billowed out, racing towards the battle at a rapid pace.
Sure enough, they formed a semi-circle, just as Tywin’s men had done. Now it was Tywin’s men that were again trapped in-between the enemy’s forces. It only took one glance at the carnage unfolding in front of him for Tywin to know that they were now vastly outnumbered.
It was going to be a slaughter.
Tywin had spent his life playing the game of thrones, and now he was going to lose to a wildling savage.
A female wildling savage.
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*yn* let out a grunt as she brought her sword down, embedding it into the chest of a Lannister soldier before swiftly pulling it out. The battle was very quickly turning into a slaughter as her and Robb’s men overpowered the Lannister army.
It would only be a matter of time until they surrendered.
Whilst at the beginning there was a clear divide between her men and Robb’s men, they were now entangled together, fighting alongside one another to kill the men with lion emblems embroidered on their clothes.
“Your Grace!” She swivelled around in her saddle to see Erik a few metres from her, his horse was no where to be seen. “It is done.” He called out. She flickered her gaze down to his feet and felt a sense of satisfaction swell through her at the sight of Roose Bolton’s body lying lifeless before him. He sent her a nod of understanding before turning his attention back to the enemy in front of him.
Her eyes scanned the battlefield before turning her attention to the trees that skirted the valley. “There you are.” She murmured under her breath when her eyes fell on a retreating Ramsay Bolton.
He was scrambling, falling over dead bodies as he made a beeline for the forest. She was not sure if he knew his father was dead, it was unlikely. It was more likely that he was a coward and simply wanted to avoid the combat.
She dropped her reins to rest on her saddle as Eclipse came to a stand still. Her hands found their way to her bow and arrow and she swiftly nocked an arrow. She inhaled a breath and steadied her hand, closing one eye as she aimed the arrow at Ramsay’s back.
Without a second thought, she allowed the string to slip through her fingers, sending the arrow flying through the air. A small smirk twitched up on her lips as she watched the arrow find its target, embedding itself into his back and right through his heart.
A perfect shot.
She knew that he would be dead before he hit the ground, nevertheless she paused for a few moments and watched how he sunk to his knees, wavering for a few seconds before his body collapsed in a lifeless heap to the ground.
A shrill horn made her yank her gaze away from Ramsay. She scanned the entirety of the valley before her eyes finally located the source of the sound. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as her lips spread out into a toothy grin.
A white flag.
And just like that, it was all over. Cries and shouts of victory echoed through the valley that was now running red with spilled blood.
The battle had been won by the wolf and the stallion.
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“Are you alright?”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“Do you need any aid? Are you injured?”
“No but thank you, Your Grace.”
“Thank you for your service and your loyalty.”
*yn* must have repeated those words and received the same responses over a hundred times as she gradually wove her way through the surviving soldiers.*yn* was relieved to see that there did not appear to be too many Vesiros casualties, men or horses. Healers and servants dodged and weaved around her as they scurried to attend to the wounded. Some were already beginning the macabre task of collecting the dead and mortally wounded.
Vesiros would have a mass funeral to honour those who had fell.
“Cassius!” Her best friends name slipped past her lips when she spied his figure slumped against a wagon. She rushed to his side, sinking to her knees to examine him. “Oh fuck, you’re hurt.” She breathed out when she spied the red stain on the front of his shirt that was slowly growing in size.
“’m fine, just a flesh wound.” Cassius replied, a small smirk twitching up on his lips at the sound of the curse leaving her lips. “No need to- fuck -” He winced as he pushed himself up. “-to worry about me.”
“Healer! We need a healer!” *yn* called out, ignoring his dismissiveness as she glanced over her shoulder.
“I’m coming!” A soft voice called out. *yn* quickly moved out of the way as a petite figure concealed in a heavy cloak hurried towards them.
“Lift your shirt Cas.” *yn* ordered.
“I said I am fine- fuck!” Cassius exclaimed as *yn* tugged his shirt up and the healer pressed her hand against the wound to examine it.
“Hmm yes, totally fine.” The healer mused as they tugged back their hood.
Cassius opened his mouth to snap back at the healer but stopped when his eyes fell on the woman in front of him. She was beautiful, with tanned skin and dark hair and beautiful brown eyes framed by thick lashes.
“H-hi.” He stammered out. “I’m Cassius.”
A look of amusement flashed across the healer’s features. “I’m Talisa.” She introduced herself, sending him a warm smile. “Now be quiet and let me help you.”
*yn* stifled a chuckle as she watched Cassius promptly latch his jaw shut, his eyes never leaving Talisa’s face as she promptly opened her medicine bag. “I change my mind.” *yn* murmured as she rose to her feet.
“I think you will be just fine Cassius.” She grinned, shooting him an amused look before turning on her heel to continue checking up on her men.
She didn’t get far before Luna appeared before her, tail in-between her legs and a low whine coming from the back of her throat. “Luna? What’s wrong?” *yn* asked, her brow furrowing as she watched her dire wolf pace in front of her nervously.
At the sound of her voice Luna swivelled around and began moving off in the opposite direction. *yn* quickly hurried after her, a pit of worry forming in her stomach. What if Robb was hurt? Or worse?
After a few minutes, Luna disappeared around a cluster of men. As *yn* circled around them, her eyes fell on an unmoving grey lump lying on the ground a few metres ahead of her.
Luna let out another whine as she came to a stop in front of the object and nudged it with her nose. *yn* felt her heart sink as she grew even closer and the lump began to morph into a recognisable shape.
“Grey Wind.” *yn* breathed out as she came to a stop in front of the dire wolf. She crouched down over the body, noting his now glassy eyes and the dagger protruding from his chest.
“Oh Luna.” *yn* mumbled, patting Luna sympathetically as she ran a hand over Grey Wind’s fur.
“He died swiftly.”
*yn*’s head jerked up, her heart rate increasing when her eyes fell on Robb Stark. “I am so sorry, Robb.” She spoke, rising back up to her full height.
“He died protecting me.” Robb answered, his eyes growing glossy as he glanced down at his dire wolf.
“Is it selfish to say that I am glad he did?” *yn* murmured. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, to squeeze him tightly and tell him everything was going to be ok. But she couldn’t. There were Stark and Vesiros men all around them, swarming around them like bees, watching there every move.
A tight lipped smile emerged onto Robb’s lips as he dragged his gaze up to her face. “No.”
There was a pause as the pair eyed each other, both having so much that they wanted to say but neither had the energy to express it.
“We won.” She breathed out.
“Aye, we did.” He answered. “And I have some prisoners I think you would love to have a chat with.” With those words, he took a step to the side. *yn* followed his gaze to see Jaime and Tywin Lannister chained up and being shoved into a moveable cell.
Finally, she could avenge Leo.
Her arm suddenly lurched forward, grabbing Robb’s forearm as a thought suddenly entered into her mind. “Robb.”
“Aye? What’s the matter?”
A smile tugged up onto her lips, “I have something to show you back at camp.”
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“I just cannot believe you got my sister back.”
*yn* smiled to herself as the pair strolled through the dark woods. “How did you even know it was her?”
Her eyes wafted over to the camp, watching with sparkling eyes as Arya and Gendry sat by the fire. They were stuffing their faces with meat and chatted animately, laughing every now and then.
When they finally made their way back to the main camp, Erik had gone and fetched Arya and Gendry from the tent that they had been held in. *yn* knew that she would be replaying the moment Robb and Arya saw one another for the first time in her mind until the day she died.
She could feel herself tearing up once more just at the thought of it. The bond that the two siblings shared was undeniable as they ran into each others arms, both crying silently as they held each other and mumbled loving words into each others ears.
It had taken a while for both of them to calm down enough for *yn* to approach the pair. She could see the apprehension in Arya’s eyes but it was quick to fade when it clicked that *yn* had risked being exposed in front of Tywin to get her back to Robb.
A few tears had slid down her cheeks when Arya had embraced her, murmuring thank yous into her dress. If anything it reminded *yn* of Leo and how she had no family left on this earth. She was the last Blackburn left.
“I do not know.” *yn* admitted as they came to a stop, breaking out of her thoughts as she looked up at him. “I had a feeling, but when I saw how she looked at me when she thought I was betraying you. I just knew. I knew she was a Stark.”
“You are absolutely extraordinary. Equally as breathtaking on the battlefield and off it.” Robb smiled softly, staring at her in awe as he brought a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Robb, are you not worried our men will see?” *yn* whispered, eyes darting over to the camp before looking back up at him.
“I do not care what they think.” He answered and *yn* felt her eyes fluttering closed as he traced his gloved hand over her bottom lip.
“You should.” She replied, her eyes springing open as she once again looked over at the camp. It was bustling with soldiers, buzzing with their laughter and chatter as they drank in celebration of their victory. Stark and Vesiros men were all mixed together, laughing and chatting away. They were all too high on alcohol and the relief of being alive to care about where they had come from.
But *yn* knew that would not last. Once the excitement of winning the battle had died down, they would turn on each other. Fighting over being southerner scum or wild savages. Fighting over having a female leading their kingdom, just as the two soldiers had done when she had first arrived here.
“They will not like this.” *yn* continued as she finally found the strength to gently push Robb’s hand away. “Us.”
“I do not care if they do not like it. I do not care about politics or kings or wars or mind games. I care about my family and I care about you.” He paused as he placed his hands on her waist to bring her closer.
“I do not want it to take another war for me to confess this. *yn* Blackburn, I love you.”
“R-Robb I-” *yn* felt like the wind had been knocked out of her at his words. She looked up at him, the desperation evident on his face as he waited for an answer. Her Queen brain was screaming at her to stop this, to pull away and to tell him that this would never work. But her heart was screaming just as loudly, begging her to finally listen to it to once. That she deserved to be happy. Her father, mother and brother’s faces flashed in front of her mind and she thought about how she would give anything to be able to tell them how much she loved them one more time.
“I love you too.”
A grin spread across Robb’s face and he let out a small chuckle of relief. “Thank fuck.” He breathed out before leaning down and hastily pressing his lips against hers.
"We will figure this out my love.”
*yn* smiled against his lips as he reconnected them once more, tightening his grip on her hips as he pulled her even closer to his body. As his beard grazed against her smooth skin *yn* swore she felt almost delirious with happiness.
But she could not escape that niggling feeling stemming from her Queen brain. They both ruled opposing kingdoms, kingdoms that were supposed to hate each other. As well as that, the white walkers were edging closer and closer every single day.
How were they supposed to be together when they had the entire world against them?
However all thoughts and worries faded away as Robb deepened their kiss and brought a hand up to caress her face gently. She was kissing the man that she loved who loved her back.
Maybe they could figure this out, together.
Part 6
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I miss Robb so much gah <3 I hope you guys loved this series :))) I kinda want to do an epilogue?!?! let me know xx As always feedback is appreciated!!!! Please give it back here xx
After a long tiring day, Theon loves to settle in a bath behind you, consumed with the warmth of the bath and the various oils and armours waiting in the air.
As you rest against his chest, you make patterns in the water casually with your fingertips. Theon wraps his arms around your waist casually as he presses kisses in the curve of your neck.
Theon's kisses are slow and sensual as he explores the curve of your neck. Theon asks how your day went.
Slowly and surely, you explain the details of your day. You talk about anything that particularly interesting happened or something that happened that bothered you.
All the while, Theon's listening to you intently, occasionally making commentary about your day. However, his ears particularly perk up whenever something negative is mentioned, to which he'll gladly and deal with anyone who upset you.
Once you're finished, you ask about Theon's day. Theon begins to talk about everything that he's been up to throughout the day. Theon gets excited whenever he's done something new or been able to show any authority.
You admire how determined and passionate he becomes, while he speaks animatedly about different subjects. Slowly Theon runs his hands all over your shoulders gently removing the knots out of your tight shoulders.
It is usually at this time you and Theon talk about your plans for the future. The adventures you're going to take, the plans to have a home that you can call your own.
Cleaning yourselves is normally a deliberately slow activity. Theon begins to rub and clean the dirt off of your body. Theon spends time memorising every inch and crevice of your body. You deserve to be looked after. Especially with everything you do for him.
Theon's favourite part is washing your hair. It's the way you lean into his touch as he massages your scalp, while Theon adds in mixtures of oils and mixtures that provide you with your signature scent.
When it's Theon's turn he exchanges positions with you, suddenly he's resting against your chest relaxing into your touch. Slowly and precisely. You massage and clan his tense muscles while whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
Theon sinks deeper into the water, you wrap your arms around him as you wash the day out of his hair. Once you both are washed and bathed, the two of you relax into the water until he gets cold.
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Summary: You really don’t like the attention that your lover, Jon, has been getting from the Dragon Queen. You intend to make sure he knows that he’s yours.
TW: Pretty much all smut below honestly. NSFW.
You always loved the sea, and a part of that was because your father, Davos Seaworth, was very much a man of it. It was even in your surname! But this had to be the gloomiest voyage that you had ever been a part of. Many of the people on these ships were heading for death. Hope of survival was slim in these days in any war, but one against the incoming dead? You stood on the bow of the ship, looking out at all that was ahead, trying only to see the good side of things. You had your father here, and he was still a good fellow to have during a fight despite his disfigurement. And you had your lover, Jon. And circling above the ship in the grey skies were two dragons, which was some pretty good arsenal in your opinion.
Yes - you were sailing with Daenerys, and the weight of all of her other titles. She surprisingly liked you, admired your lack of servitude towards men, that you didn’t put up with any sexism, that you were even tougher than some of the men in your own army. That you refused to slink back and act like a helpless woman when things got tough. When she wasn’t demanding people bend the knee or going on her ten minute rant of all of the names that she had, she wasn’t all that bad. But she had done something tonight which had pinched a nerve in you, and made you think of her as an entitled brat - not for the last time either.
During dinner, which she had invited you two to have in her cabin, she had been giving Jon some looks. Now, she could definitely not say that she did not know about the two of you since you were always together. Just because there was no wedding doesn’t mean that you two weren’t practically married already. Everyone knew that - even your father, though he didn’t fully appreciate that you two hadn’t had the ceremony yet. And yet, she had rested her hand upon Jon’s arm, and probably more under the table that you could not see.
You kept your calm during dinner, keeping your eyes on the plate to avoid shooting dirty looks at the ‘Queen’. You didn’t trust anyone with that title these days. Cersei was bad enough. Now you had this to contend with up close and personal. After the meal, once you and Jon were back in your own shared cabin, you were really able to let loose with your thoughts.
“Yes, I’m grateful that she had brought her dragons to fight our cause, and yes, I think it’s great that she has a whole army of people who are obviously devoted to her but my god, do I have to lose you to her in order for us to have a chance to live another a couple of years?” You asked, pacing the floor with your arms crossed in front of you. Jon was sitting on the bed, undoing his boots, saying nothing. He’d learned the value of silence when it came to your anger since arguing back had disastrous consequences. “And you just let her!”
“What do you think I should have done then?” He asked when there was a lull between your words.
“Not look at her like you were going to pick up your fork and feed her!” You said, opening up the window just to have something to do with your hands. You were feeling hot, your blood boiling. “I know we are not wed and your life is still your own but I never want to see another woman put her hand on you like that.”
“Some might say that you’re jealous,” He said, attempting to hide a little smile but you had caught sight of it. It just made you feel all the more passionate about the situation.
“Jealous?” You asked, turning on him, your whole body standing over him now. “You think that I am jealous of that white-haired woman? I would not trade places with her for any ship in the sea. Jealous - as if.”
“She was just trying to be friendly, and gain our trust.” Jon insisted, looking at you, completely undaunted.
“Well, she lost some of mine,” You scowled. “Are you trying to make me seem like the bad guy here? Because if that’s really what you want, I can become that.”
“I don’t know if you can,” He said. His words had flipped a switch in your mind. You were angry before, but now - now you were downright possessive. You had to make sure that he knew that it was you who would be there for him, you who would fight at his side, you who would love him until death. With the war coming, the two of you had not wasted much time. The relationship had developed quickly, and feeling that your time was coming near, you’d been making the most of it. There was not an inch in this cabin that had not been explored by the two of you during sex, nor were the kitchens or the deck truly clean. It would make your father disgusted to know that ships had been used this way by you. But you didn’t care if he knew - you were in love.
“You really think,” You asked, hopping yourself on his lap, wrapping your legs around his abdomen while he sat up straight. “-that you’re going to be able to distract me from that with sex?”
“I don’t have another choice,” He said, leaning forward to press a kiss on your chin. “I can’t have you killing her before we fight the war.”
“I guess that’s a fair point,” You sighed, tangling your fingers up in the curls of his hair. It was a sweet spot for him, causing his eyes to close and a mouth come out of his slightly parted lips. It was a beautiful sight. You wouldn’t trade him for any ship in the world either.
The playing with his hair went on for another moment before you yanked your hand away, causing him to groan rather than moan. His eyes shot open and he looked at you pleadingly to continue but you tutted and shook your head. “I’m the bad guy, Snow, you’re not always going to get exactly what you want.”
You hopped back to your feet and turned your back towards him, knowing that it would only tease him more. You lifted your tunic up from over your head and let it land on the floor near him. Your back was exposed to him, and you knew how much he loved it. Many a night he had fallen asleep while running his fingers up and down your spine. You turned your head over your shoulder and blew him a kiss, your hair falling over your shoulders to cover whatever might have been in view.
You abandoned wearing dresses whenever you were on a ship. Such a little thing as tripping on one’s long skirts could easily mean death when you could fall overboard and into the freezing water of the Narrow Sea. As well, you were rather proactive in the upkeep of the ship, even ascending the nets to get to the Crows Nest and take a turn looking out for land. That sort of climbing was not something that you could do in a dress. So now, in front of Jon, you were attired only in your trousers, your stockings to keep the cool air out, and your shoes.
A benefit of being a part of the ship was the muscle tone that you had, that you were proud of. You could arm-wrestle with the best of them, even beating Tormund once. The same arm that you used untied the laces of your shoes so you could kick them off - always the least sexy of the undressing processes. But then you were at your trousers, tied up with a corset-like front with a strong knot. Your fingers worked nimbly with it, undoing it slightly, pulling the thin piece of rope out so that Jon could tell what you were doing.
“You’re not being bad, you’re just being a tease,” Jon said, leaning backwards, balancing himself on his elbows. He was taking in the show, though. He would be crazy not to be enjoying it. He longed to kiss your shoulders, work his way down your back, down down down until he reached where your pants lingered -
But those soon disappeared, much like the top that you had thrown away. You had taken the stockings with you, stepping out of them with care. Now you were nude in front of him, but still with your back towards him. His eyes took in the most prevalent thing he could see - your ass, which was just the perfect size for him. He never cared much for looks - not caring about the whores the way that Theon did. But you - you were blessed with both looks and a personality that he had fallen for so quickly it nearly gave him whiplash.
You ran your fingers through your own hair now, cocking one hip up and then another in a dance that seemed very much like it was Dornish in origin. You hummed a song that you recalled from one of the ports you had stopped in many moons ago when you were helping your father with smuggling, and danced to it. “I don’t think you’re much of a good guy yourself, Jon. Letting her touch you like that in front of me. Putting me into this rage just to get a reaction out of me. I think you deserve to be teased.”
“Is that how it’s going to be?” He asked. You turned to the side, still rotating your hips, back to humming, and nodded. “The Queen is very beautiful, isn’t she?”
You avoided looking at him, knowing that he had a smug expression on his face. He enjoyed testing you, getting your mood up. Things always got rather heated that way. You slowed your dance down to a tantalizing pace, spinning around so that he could see your full front, a scene that always took his breath away. “Do you want to say that again?” You asked. He shook his head quickly, eyes transfixed on your chest.
“Didn’t think so,” You said. You leaned forward, moving in closer and closer to him, before tugging violently at his trousers. He lost his balance due to the force that you used and fell back upon the bed. Good - that was a good place to have him. You undid those trousers and pushed them down over his feet until they fell on the floor beside yours. This room was infamous for having discarded clothing all over the place.
His cock sprung out, freed from the fabric cage that they had been locked into all day. It was already as hard as a rock. You teased him further by licking the tip, making him grab onto your shoulders. His hastily trimmed nails dug into the skin, leaving little pink crescent marks. You would be sure to return the favor later. You kissed the tip, then licked up and down the sides in the same painfully slow pace you had taken with your dancing.
“Do you think that the Queen would do this?” You asked, sucking about half of his cock down your throat. Now, he wasn’t a giant in that department, but he was a nice size. Still, you were able to get all the way down if you wanted to, but right now he didn’t deserve that. He moaned at that, but didn’t give you an answer. Instead he just squeezed you once more, lightly attempting to push you down but you didn’t budge. Your tongue played against his split, then licked the underside of his cock before you released, the cold air bringing goosebumps to his pelvic region after being in your warm mouth.
“You’re thinking about her way more than I am,” Jon said, raising his head up to look at you. You shook your head, resenting the idea of that. Before you could make another move, Jon grabbed onto you and pulled you onto the bed. He was strong, and able to move you like you were a child’s doll made of fabric and sheep’s wool. His face was now buried in between your legs, and he started to lick at you as if your pussy was the fountain of youth.
“You’re so focused on thinking about her face that you can’t even remember her name?” You asked, biting down on your lower lip to keep from squealing. His beard always ended up tickling you, making you squirm. You didn’t grab at his shoulders like he did, but rather, grabbed onto the sheets for support. Your head was so close to knocking against the headboard but that was the least of your concerns at this moment. He was sucking on your clit, bringing you to a high far more quickly than you had anticipated. You struggled against him, then raised your feet under him to push him off. He looked up at you, lips moist and glistening, caught your eye then rolled his.
“That doesn’t even make any sense,” He said, looking exasperated. He tried to grab at you again so that he could return to his feast but you kicked him off of the bed, making him land on the floor. You smirked as he got up onto his feet, but that didn’t stay for very long. He picked you right up off of the bed before you could protest, slamming you down onto the desk, which was covered in maps and letters from ravens.
“I just think you liked the attention, Jon. Do you like her more than me? Do you think she’s better than me?” As you were asking these questions, you were trying to get off the desk. There were little figures on the map to help with strategy and they were digging into your bare back. As you flailed, Jon took the opportunity to step between your open legs and thrust his hard cock right into you. It was so quick that it hurt, causing an immediate discomfort but it slowly eased into pleasure. That didn’t mean, though, that you were done being irritated.
Jon held onto the back of your neck, forcing your head up to look at him as he thrust in and out, keeping eye contact the entire time. “Does it seem like I think she’s better than you?” He asked in disbelief.
“Can’t tell with you sometimes,” You muttered, pushing his hand away from you and leaned your head back against the wall. He instead grabbed onto your ankle and your thigh, keeping your legs spread as you struggled to find a way to keep yourself from being shaken too much. “Are you thinking of her right now?”
“I’m trying not to, but you keep bringing her up!” He growled. “Are you done with your jealous fit?”
You thought for a moment, which was hard because you could nearly feel yourself reaching a climax. You didn’t want to - that would mean that Jon won the argument. But you had a plan. Finally getting your arms underneath you, you pushed yourself up off of the desk, quite a few of the little figures sticking into your back but you didn’t care, and wrapped your arms around Jon’s shoulders. He was in a standing position while you were holding onto him like a reverse piggy back. Using your strength, you raised yourself up so only his tip was inside of you, then clenched your inner muscles to tease him all the more. Milk him.
“Almost,” You told him, resisting when he tried to drop you down little by little. “Who is your Queen?”
Jon froze entirely at that question. “What?”
“Not the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, not the Queen of Slave-Freeing, none of that. Your Queen. Whisper it if you are afraid of treason, but if you do not give me the answer that I want, I’m walking out that door.”
Jon didn’t hesitate after that. “You are,” He said softly, whispering it into your ear. “My Queen.”
You released your hold on him, sinking down onto him until he was fully inside you. He carried you back to the bed, where instead of throwing each other around, you made what you would call love. However, you still felt the need to be in control of him. To make sure that you were the only one that he was thinking about during these pleasurable moments.
You went on top, straddling him, bouncing yourself up and down in a quick pace. That didn’t however, mean that he could slack off. He thrust upward to meet with your bounces, and his hand went to your clit where he started to rub it slowly at first, then picking up speed. Since he only had experience with one other woman before you, you had to teach him some things. The value of pleasure in that little bundle of nerves was lesson number one and oh how he had learned. His other hand went to your breast, holding it in place rather than letting it go up and down with you, your nipple getting caught between his thumb and his index finger.
You looked down at him throughout, keeping up the eye contact. “I love you, Jon Snow. My true King.”
“I love you, y/n,” He said in return. The words seemed to have a physical effect because before he could even warn you, he cum up inside of you, thrusting hard against his own control.
You rode him out, only slightly disappointed that you weren’t able to finish at the same time. After his moment of pleasure had past, and the sensitivity began did you roll off of him and lay down on the bed, sweaty and tired. “I take that back,” You groaned. “A King would be a gentleman and let their Queen finish.”
“I’m sorry,” Jon breathed, rolling over on his side to kiss your shoulder. “I’ll just make you finish twice next time.”
Request: Hey can u do Rhaegar x reader where rhaegar survive the battle and she is his Wife instead of Elia martell and the mother of his children she is very kind witty knows how to fight and is beautiful and angry at him and lyanna ( she survives) but loves little Jon since she doesn’t blame a parents sin on the child and rhaegar tries to win her trust and love since he loves her and reader tells him she was pregnant but lost it when she tried to protect the children and a lot of angst but fluff plea. Requested by anon.
Request: Hey can u do a rhaegar x reader where he wins the Robert rebellion and lyanna survive to and the reader is is wife instead of Elia and the mother of his children’s the reader is loved by many she is sassy beautiful treats the poor people with respect and is a deadly warrior she love little Jon as her own but is angry at rhaegar and lyanna since her children almost dies and lost on while protect the children rhaegar who is madly in love with Her tries to win her back some angst and fluff please. Requested by anon.
Request: Au rhaegar x wife reader where rhaegar survives and reader is angry at him and lyanna but adores Jon rhaegar tries to win her back but she refuse and can’t look at him without thinking how her children’s are dead because he decide to marry another man women . Can the reader be immune to fire and tells rhaegar she was pregnant but lose it while trying to save their children’s please (rhaegar loves the reader and reader is called the warrior queen. ) please. Requested by anon.
Warnings: violence, miscarriage, cheating, angst!
Word Count: 2149.
There were rumors about Rhaegar being with another woman, but you decided to trust your husband over silly people’s words. How foolish of you! Then Lyanna Stark was supposedly kidnapped and raped by Rhaegar, but you knew better. He took her away, fearing what you might have done to her out of rage. Her father and oldest brother came to plead with your father in law, but he killed them, starting a war, which was called the Robert Rebellion.
At first, you thought he was sleeping around with some random whore because you were pregnant. Since,men tend to do that due to the lack of sex, but you never thought Rhaegar would be one of those men. After all, he was kind, gentle, loving and caring. For all the years you’ve been together, he’s been nothing but good to you. Never raised his voice or hand on you.
The two of you met, while you were training. He immediately noticed your skills and instead of announcing himself, he decided to fight you with a knight’s helm on. You came close to defeating him, but he won. He was the first man to ever defeat you. You were curious to know who that man was and at that moment he revealed himself. Instead of bowing down to him, you complimented his fighting skills as if he was a normal man. That’s what he liked about you. You treated him like anyone else. With kindness and respect but not as if he was in a higher class than you or anyone else.
Naturally, you were loved by your people and each one of them would die for you.
Flashforward to the war, there were rumors that Rhaegar was killed by Robert Baratheon. The mad king was murdered by Jaime Lannister and the army of the Lannisters sacked the city.
“My lady, we have to go now. The King is dead and there are orders to kill you and the children” your handmaiden entered your room and locked it behind her. Luckily, there was a secret corridor that led to the sea, where a boat awaited you.
“Let’s go! It’s alright, you’re gonna be safe, I promise you” you kissed Aegon and Rhaenys’ forehead.
From the secret corridor, you took the children and stopped by Rhaella’s chambers.
“Your majesty, it’s time to go. King’s Landing has fallen” you informed her.
Unfortunately, she her water broke and she was about to have a baby girl; Daenerys.
“Your majesty, listen to me! You can’t have this child yet. If you do, they are going to kill it in front of you, then they will rape you and when they’re done, they will kill you. We need to move now! Just hold on a little longer” you wrapped her arm around your neck and helped her up and out of the chambers.
Your handmaiden took Viserys, Rhaenys and Aegon ahead of you.
When you reached the boat, you helped the queen on it first and started boarding the children, when three guards appeared.
“Kiyara take the children and leave, now!” You instructed your handmaiden.
“But my Lady-“.
“Do as I say now!” You kissed your children goodbye and as the guards tried to reach them, your Valyrian steel sword blocked their attack. “NOW!” You started fighting them and prevented the guards from reaching the children.
“Just three?” You asked.
“One can take you down” one of the guards said.
“If you’re so sure of yourself, why bring three? I’m the Warrior Queen. Who are you?”.
“I will be remembered as the knight who killed a queen” he smirked.
“Presumably you do live to see another day, do you think people will think that’s honorable. Three soldiers against a pregnant queen? I don’t know what’ll be more dishonoring that or that that queen defeated you and spared your life”.
“You are in no state to win” he looked at your belly and you looked down to see. You had been wounded when you tried to defend the children, but only now did you start to feel it. You feared that your nightmare has come true and that you’re losing your baby. You were so enraged, that you attacked them without thinking, tearing them limb from limb until two of them were dead and the third wounded and begging on the ground for you to spare his life.
“I would have, but you harmed by unborn baby and now I’m gonna rip your heart out with my bare hand” you knelt next to him and took his heart out from him to see before he died.
You may have one this fight, but you’ve lost the war. You lost everything. Your children were gone. Your husband was supposedly dead, the Lannister army control the city now and you were sure that you were losing the child you carried inside of you. You were badly injured and didn’t know what to do next. You lay on the sand next to the dead guards and waited for your death. Until you heard the bells.
A feeling inside of you told you that Rhaegar is still alive and is back with a bigger army.
You took your sword and went back to the city. Tywin Lannister saw you and because he knew he was losing, he wanted Rhaegar to lose as well. He took an arrow, lit it on fire and shot you in the stomach with it. Fire was surrounding your body, but luckily for you, you were wearing war clothes made of Valyrian Steel, so they didn’t melt, exposing your naked body to the world.
You took the arrow out and started bleeding again. You wanted Tywin’s head and you eventually got it.
“H-how?” He was surprised to see that you were immune to fire.
“You don’t have the time to find out” you slit his throat and ripped his head off.
Your army was winning the war and Rhaegar was searching for you, worried that you might have died.
“Y/n! Y/n!” He shouted in the streets of King’s Landing until he saw you from behind. He knew that outfit right away.
You turned to face him, blood all over you. Some of it yours, the rest of your enemies “Rhaegar” you muttered dropping your sword and collapsing on the ground.
—-
“Where are my children?” Was the first thing you asked once you woke up.
“They’re on their way home. You need to rest” Rhaegar placed his hand on yours.
“No, no! I need to see my children”.
“Y/n, you lost a lot of blood. You need to let your wounds heal”.
“You want to talk to me about wounds? How do I let my wounded heart heal? While, I was pregnant with your child, you were fucking Lyanna Stark. Then you dared to run away with her, leaving me and your children alone. Where were you when they sacked the city? Where were you when they almost killed your family? Your mother? Your brother? Your unborn sister? Your children? Me? You were too busy fucking her that your flesh and blood didn’t matter to you”.
“Y/n, I- I’m sorry”.
“Is that all you have to say? That you’re sorry? My baby is dead, isn’t he? His blood is on your hands, but mine as well, for staying here when I knew you’ve gone with her. How foolish of me!” You sat up and tried to leave the bed, but you were too weak to do so.
“Hey, hey, listen to me! It’s not your fault. I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I truly am. I will do anything to make it right again”.
“Can you bring me back my dead son? No, I thought so. I want you to leave! When the children are back. I’m going to take them away. Away from here, away from you. Away from the danger that surrounds you”.
“Y/n, don’t do this”.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t”.
“I- I love you”.
“That’s not even a reason to begin with”.
“I’m the king now! I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you”.
“You promised me that a long time ago, but look at us. How can you not let anyone hurt me, when you’ve been doing that all along?”.
“I won’t let you leave! You can’t take away my children from me!”.
“Your children? The same ones you left to die? Now you want to be their father? If it wasn’t for me, they would’ve died and me along with them, leaving you to return to nothing”.
“You need to rest. I will place guards in front of you chambers and a handmaiden and the healer will stay with you” he informed you.
“Are the guards for my protection or to prevent me from leaving?” You asked.
“Both” he admitted.
“I hate you!”.
—-
When Aegon and Rhaenys returned, Rhaegar immediately took them to your room escorted by Kiyara.
“Oh, my babies!” You sat yourself up and they ran towards you to hug you.
You winced from the pain but didn’t let them go.
“Alright. Children! It’s time to go, let your mother rest” Rhaegar instructed.
“No, I just got them back, I won’t lose them again”.
“They are safe here! Nothing will happen to them” Rhaegar reassured you.
“Liar!”.
“My lady” Kiyara bowed and greeted you.
“Kiyara! I’m glad to see you. You’re the only one I can trust in this place” you looked at Rhaegar.
“Then, she’ll stay with the children”.
—-
Days have passed and you were still locked in your chambers. The children would visit you every day, but Rhaegar didn’t let them stay that long. Finally, you have recovered and started walking normally again. Today was the day you’ll get out. You didn’t know what was happening outside those four walls that you confided in.
“I have brought you food” Kiyara entered your chambers and greeted you.
“I’m finally leaving” you expressed.
“About that…” Kiyara seemed uncomfortable.
“What is it, Kiyara?”.
“It- it’s nothing”.
“Everyone out of my chambers!” You ordered the others to leave “you can tell me now, what is it?”.
“It’s…”.
“You’re scaring me! Did something happen to the children?”.
“No. His majesty brought someone back with him” she informed you.
“Lyanna?”.
“Not just her. Aegon-“.
“What does Aegon have to do with it?”.
“He had a child with her a- and named him Aegon. I wanted to tell you so you wouldn’t be surprised when you see them”.
“That monster! He dares bring his mistress and his bastard child to my residency. My city” you were so angry at him. After all, this was a sign of disrespect.
You got dressed and went to the chambers where Rhaegar was having a meeting.
“How dare you do that to me?! What kind of honorless man are you?” You barged into the room.
“Y/n, we can talk about this later. We’re discussing important things”.
“Don’t ever speak about importance again! I’ve had enough. I am leaving you and I’m taking the children with me” you threatened and he immediately ordered the men to get out and close the door behind them.
“What has gotten into you?” He held your upper arms.
“First, I lose my child because of you. Then, I’m confined in my chambers for weeks, only to find out it’s not because of me, but so you could have more fun with her. And now, you bring her and your bastard child here. Why do you hate me so much? What have I ever done to deserve this?” You crumbled in front of him and he knelt next to you.
“I don’t! I love you! I didn’t tell you before because I wanted you to heal properly and I knew if I told you, you would’ve collapsed again. She’s only here because of my son. He needs his mother. Once he’s old enough, she’ll go back to Winterfell. I do not love her. It was a mistake! But I will not abandon my son, the way I did with you and my other children. Give him a chance!”.
—-
At the beginning, you hated that baby so much and couldn’t bear to look at him. Whenever you were walking in the Red Keep, Lyanna wouldn’t come out of her chambers, but Rhaegar took the child out, for your children to familiarize with him.
With time, you have grown to love him. After all, he was innocent and wasn’t to blame for his parents’ sins. He was like the son you lost. That’s how you treated him, but you called him Jon.
You didn’t let Rhaegar into your chambers or anywhere near you, but he understood. You needed time to heal and you might never forgive him, but he was trying his best to make it up to you for the mistakes he made.
