Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

What could have been - Part 4 - Ned x Robert x Reader

I apologise for this chapter being a little shorter. But I will make up for it in the next, and final part of this imagine. I still hope that you enjoy

"(Y/n)?" Ned asked with a shaky voice. His hand slowly reaching out to touch the cheek of the woman in front of him. (Y/n) finding she could do nothing but stand, rooted to the spot. The tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, and the confusion on his face, sending a shiver down her spine.

"How is this possible? You.........you......." Ned continued, as his fingertips finally touched her skin.

He could feel her tremble. He could see the look of confusion and terror in her eyes. And couldn't help but think that he must have looked the same to her.

"How........how do you know my name?" (Y/n) hesitantly asked. Her brain screaming at her to run. To disappear back into the night from which she had come. To run and never look back. But her heart was telling her to stay. To find out why the king and his Hand were both looking at her in disbelief. To find out why Eddard Stark, a man that she had never properly met, could seem like he knew her better than she knew herself.

It wasn't the first time that she had seen Eddard Stark, or King Robert. Baelish had hired the wraith on a number of occasions to spy on the Protector of the Realm. The whoremonger hoping to gain information that he knew only the expert thief could find. And others had employed her to journey to Winterfell to watch the Starks. For no matter who they are, or how good they may be. Rich and powerful men always have enemies that want to bring them down. Yet this was the first time that either of the two men had ever seen her. The wraith always priding herself on her ability to go unnoticed. Priding herself on her ability to become as much part of the surroundings as those that normally called the places home. To be as much a shadow, as the shadows themselves. An invisible entity, that saw and heard anything.

"(Y/n)." Ned said again in disbelief. The lord of the north not sure what else to say. This was impossible. It had to be a cruel trick. An hallucination. A vision from the gods. And whatever, or whoever this was, she appeared only a little older then when I had last laid eyes on his wife. So surly this couldn't be real. Yet as he moved closer. His fingers brushing the dark brown hair away from her face. As he felt the warmth of her skin, and her breath on his hand, Ned knew that despite his fears. This had to be real.

"(Y/n)?" Robert asked, as he too slowly moved closer to the woman. The king in as much disbelief as his old friend and Hand. He had not seen his sister die. Neither of the men had. But they had both seen the body. Both seen (Y/n) when she had been laid to rest in her tomb at Winterfell. Her skin as pale as the snow that covered the frost bitten ground of the north. Yet in death, his sister had been as beautiful as she had been in life. And now, she was still as beautiful.

"Get back!" (Y/n) suddenly declared, as she pulled a dagger out from under her cloak. Pointing the sharp blade at the two shocked men. Ned dropping his sword and raising his hands, as he tried to show that he meant her no harm. That neither of them meant her no harm. Ned sure that Robert, just like he, did not want whoever, or whatever this woman was, to disappear. Ned needing answers to the hundreds of questions that were beating against his brain. Each one fighting to be the first to leave his lips.

"How do you both know my name? Why do you have this painting of me? Why is the name on it (Y/n) Baratheon? What's going on?" (Y/n) rambled. Question after question leaving her mouth. The wraith no longer sure what to think, what or say. The two older men looking at each other as she slumped into one of the chairs. The dagger falling to the floor as (Y/n) dropped her head into her hands. Her mind spinning out of control.

Part of her thought this was all something to do with Baelish. That somehow, someway, the devious whoremonger had had all this planned. But (Y/n) knew that was impossible. She couldn't believe that either the king or Ned Stark would go along with one of the snakes wicked schemes. And she had only told the Master of Coin about her plans to steal from the Lannisters a few hours before. (Y/n) sure that not even Baelish could have put all this together in such short a time. But what was the other explanation? There didn't seem to be one. Maybe she had died on her assent up the walls of the Red Keep, and this was some strange kind of afterlife. The King and his Hand, spirits that were sent to punish her for all her transgressions. Yet she knew that she had not plummeted to her death. She knew that this was real. And even if it wasn't, why would it be the wolf and the stag sent to haunt her.

(Y/n) had always been so sure of herself. So sure of her life. She had always been tough, resilient. Not scared to face whatever the world threw at her. Not scared of the streets of the Free Cities. Not scared of the dark characters that hid in the shadows, waiting for their moment to strike. Not scared of doing what she had to, to survive. But as she sat in the room, tears rolling down her cheeks, she begun to doubt everything she had ever known. Begun to doubt everything she had ever believed and thought. The whole strange situation leaving her with only one question that she truly wanted answering.

"Who am I?