Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Puppet master - Part 2 - Petyr x Reader x Reader

Petyr looked at the lioness as she continued to warm herself in the afternoon sun. As always, she was a vision. The light of the great celestial orb seeming to make her glow. Many would describe the twins as beautiful, handsome. But (Y/n) was beyond that. Beyond merely beautiful. There were many beautiful women in Kings Landing. Many that could turn a man's head. Yet (Y/n), well (Y/n)'s exquisite features could make a man fall to his knees and beg for her to love him. Beg for her even to look his way.

As she had asked, he had been telling her about life in the capital. Little snippets of his world. Of those that existed beyond the walls of the great castle. That along with the magnificent Sept, loomed over all those that called Kings Landing home. Though now, now he decided that it was once again time to try and bring up the subject of the two of them being together.

"One day you should let me show you Kings Landing, (Y/n). The real King Landing. The more....... private parts of Kings Landing." Petyr cooed, as he took (Y/n)'s hand and squeezed it slightly.

"If you are offering to show me your apartments at one of your brothels, Petyr. I am afraid that I will have to decline. Although I do have to give you kudos for your persistence." (Y/n) chuckled, as she once again looked at the Master of Coin. Her free hand reaching up and gently caressing his cheek.

In another world, (Y/n) would more than happily take Baelish to her bed. It was true what she had told him. She did find him quite attractive, and he did have a wonderfully appealing wicked streak that fascinated her a great deal. But in this world, she knew that whatever sweet words that Petyr may say. Or whatever loving gestures he may make towards her, they were all done for one reason. Power and wealth. And that he would do, say and use, anyone or anything to achieve his desires. And even though others around her may be blind to what he did. Ignorant to the fact that he was using them. She was not.

"You may sometimes think that I am naïve to what happens beyond the walls of the Red Keep. You may think that I am my father's golden bird, caged in an ivory tower. But I can assure you, Petyr, that I know just as much about the world outside as you do. I may look, dress, and sound like a lady. But underneath all the finery, I am a lion. A lion that is more dangerous than all the others put together. A lion that you would be very, very foolish to underestimate." (Y/n) whispered into Petyr's ear, before she kissed the side of his lips.

"And there is also the fact that if my father found out that I allowed you take me into one of your brothels, I can only imagine what he would do. I am, after all, not my brother. Tyrion might not mind paying for affection. But I certainly don't have to." (Y/n) hummed, as Petyr slipped his arm around her waist, and pull her closer.

"You should be careful about who you tease, my lady. Another man may take what he wants by force. May tear the clothes from your body and do to you all the things that he has dreamed of doing. Living out all his darkest, most depraved desires." Petyr growled, as his lips ghosted over (Y/n)'s. The whoremonger's eyes widening as he felt the lioness' fingers slowly creep up his thigh.

"Is that right, Lord Baelish? Well, all I can say is that I would like him to try. I have picked up a few things from Jaime and my father as far as handling weapons are concerned. And we wouldn't want said man to be cut off in his prime, would we?" (Y/n) chuckled, as lay her hand firmly over the growing bulge in Petyr's breeches. The Master of Coins moaning as he felt her touch.

"Though I have never been averse to a little........roughness. Shall we say." (Y/n) continued. Petyr not failing to notice the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Lady (Y/n). Lord Baelish. Such a glorious day is it not?" Varys asked, as he came up to the pair. Petyr growling under his breath as his nemesis' interrupted what was transpiring between (Y/n) and himself.