You're Kidding, Right (GOT x Reader) Chapter 6
"Please take a seat," the man behind the desk presumably Lord Baelish, said without looking up at me from his desk where he was sat writing something. "I won't be long."
This motherfucker. I'll show him...but my legs hurt.
Once I'm sat down I lean back in my chair and roll my shoulders back into the wood before slumping, finally feeling how tired I am. Being cleaned and shit is tiring. After a while, I begin to look around the room.
With a few heavily magenta curtained windows on the right side of the room, it seems even more cramped than it should be. With a large step up where the table is, it shows the room has more space but the darkness, even in the middle of the day, makes the figure of the small older guy more intimidating from the candlelight surrounding him from a candle on the wall and the golden candlesticks on his desk. Dressed in a black shirt or gown or whatever with a silver bird pin closing the fabric together, he reflects the light like the stripes of grey in hi
Only For You (Yandere!Joffrey x Reader)
"She's always with him, why is she always with him?" Joffrey muttered, leaning on the railing, as he watched the young girl in the garden with her brother, Loras.
"Well he is her brother, your grace. It is natural for him to be her escort."
"He is not her brother though, is he?" Joffrey pushed off of the railing and turned to face Sansa.
"Your grace I don't-"
"Go. I'm not going to punish you today."
Without asking twice, Sansa bobbed into a hasty curtsy and retreated hastily.
Joffrey sighed and turned back to lean on the railing to continue watching the object of his affections: Y/N L/N of House Tyrell.
Unfortunately for him, there were quite a few things in his way. Firstly, the Tyrell he was engaged to was her adopted sister. Secondly, Y/N was not of the Tyrell house so legally he could not break his engagement without possibly causing a war. Thirdly, Y/N had never spoken to him.
But none of that mattered to him.
Soon you will be mine, regardless of the consequence
You're Kidding, Right? (GOT x Reader) Chapter 5
The walk to the table is agonisingly painful. My arm is in Jaime's and Tyrion flanks us at the left as we weave past the horses being lead off of the road and the servants carrying various containers and plates. It's late evening so the sun is just dying, casting an ethereal crimson streak across the sky.
"How far until Winterfell, brother?"
"A day at most. More if the king doesn't stop at every tavern along the way for a bit of fun."
Jaime stops, causing me to jolt in place beside him before, without turning, he quietly asks, "Where did you say you were from?"
I shrug and slip my arm out of his to move closer to Tyrion, "I didn't."
Hurriedly, Tyrion begins to weave around the servants whilst I follow closely behind, Jaime's armour clanking behind us. The smell of smoke and wine is pungent and heady as if it's somehow going to stain my soul.
Finally, as my legs begin to burn from walking on uneven grassy land, we reach an enormous box-like tent in a Lannister red,
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