Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Fate - Part 1 - AU - Jaime x Reader

Ok, so I am having one of my numerous strange ideas. And I hope that you will stick with me and follow me down yet another rabbit hole. I am a big fan of Alexandre Dumas' Musketeers and was wondering what it would be like to transport certain of our Got favourites back to 17th century France. 😁 So, in this strange little imagine, the character of Porthos is now Tormund. Aramis is Robb. Athos is Jaime. And young d'Artagnan of course has to be Jon. I have tried to keep more of the elements of Dumas original then I normally would, including an allusion to Milady (Cersei). I was also wanting to keep the original names but to not cause any confusion, I will use the boy's own names. So please forgive me for that non-French element. I hope that you enjoy. And if you do, there will definitely be more to come. So here it is. My version of the GoT Musketeers. ⚔️

Jaime couldn't believe his eyes as he and the others made their way into Captain Tréville office. The last time he had seen their commanding officers' guest, Jaime was sure that she had been but a girl. But she was most certainly not that now.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" Jaime asked, as he rushed forward and took the beautiful woman into his arms. Tormund, Robb, and Jon not sure what to think as the man that had become so stoic, for once allowed a smile to come to his lips.

"What? Am I not allowed to come and see an old friend when I venture to Paris? A friend that I haven't seen in what feels like a lifetime." The woman replied. The three other men still not sure what to think as their friend closed his eyes and hummed softly as the lady placed her hand on his cheek.

"It's been too long, my dear Jaime............" The lady continued. Her words cut short as Tormund coughed, hoping that his not so subtle intrusion would mean that Jaime would introduce his beautiful friend to the rest of them.

"My apologies." Jaime said, as he took (Y/n)'s hand and led her over to the others.

"(Y/n). May I introduce my friends? This is Robb, Jon, and the incredibly unsubtle Tormund. Gentlemen. I would like you to meet the Countess de Joinville. Or (Y/n)." Jaime announced. Each man stepping forward and taking it in turns to kiss her hand.

"My, my, my, Jaime. If I had known that you had such handsome friends. And an equally handsome Captain. I would have made my way to see you long before now." (Y/n) chuckled, as she looked at all the men. Captain Tréville taking a seat back at his desk and trying to cover the blush that had come to his cheeks.

"Monsieur de Tréville was kind enough to invite me to take tea with him until you returned to the garrison, Jaime." (Y/n) told him, as he took her hand and held it tight.

"I am not sure whether your delightful captain normally allows strange ladies to wait for one of his most trusted men. But he was kind enough to indulge me." (Y/n) continued. The lady smiling warmly at the still flustered commander.

"I am not complaining, (Y/n). But what brings you all the way to Paris?" Jaime chuckled. Tormund, Robb, and Jon sure that the lady before them must have cast a spell over the once Vicomte de Bragelonne, to make him behave in such an unfamiliar fashion.

"Oh, you know. I thought that the capital could do with a little livening up. And as it was obvious that you had no intention of returning to see me. I decided that I should come to you. Also, his majesty wishes to speak to me regarding my marriage. Or lack of one, as the case may be. With my parents passing, I am the only heir to my father's estates. So, the king believes that it is high time that I did my womanly duties and found myself a husband. And desist from trying to play Musketeer, myself." (Y/n) explained. Her voice turning sad as she told Jaime the reason for her trip to the capital.

Jaime stood there momentarily. Marriage? He had never really thought about (Y/n) getting married before. Well, not to anyone but him anyway. When he left, he had meant to return. To tell her how much he loved her. That he wanted her to be his wife. Yet, he knew that her father had never really approved of him, despite his title. And that he would have refused the match. So, as the days turned into weeks. The weeks into months. And the months eventually turned into years. He had just sort of presumed that (Y/n) would have moved on and forgotten about him. Yet here she was, still unwed. Still as wild and free. Now alone in the world without a disapproving father to glare at him. Though now he was nothing more than a humble Musketeer, with little to offer a great lady.

"But." (Y/n) continued. Trying to sound a little cheerier.

"I had hoped that dear, sweet Captain Tréville, would allow you to show me around the city, as I am a stranger here. But now, having met all your wonderful friends. Maybe the captain will allow me to steal all of you away?" (Y/n) went on. Smiling sweetly at the commander of the Musketeers. Tréville finding that he could do little but agree to the lady's request.

"I er.......I am sure that we could do without your services for the rest of the day, gentlemen." Tréville replied. Tormund, Robb and Jon rushing forward and fighting to take (Y/n)'s hands, so that they could escort her from the office.

"You are too kind, Monsieur de Tréville. I will be sure to come back and thank you before I return home." (Y/n) called out, as she was taken back out into the light of the garrison courtyard.

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"Well?" Robb enquired, as he walked alongside Jaime. Envious that Tormund and Jon had been able to claim the beautiful lady's hands.

"Well, what? Robb." Jaime replied absentmindedly. His eyes barely leaving (Y/n)'s form. His brows seeming to furrow in annoyance every time that Tormund or Jon made (Y/n) laugh.

"Why didn't you tell us about (Y/n) before? It's not as if you could possibly have forgotten about something quite so exquisite. I swear that I saw the face of an angel when she turned around and smiled." Robb's own heart skipping a beat as (Y/n) turned and smiled at he and Jaime once again.

"Of course, I haven't forgotten about her. I could never forget about (Y/n). Even after all these years, In still see her face in my dreams. Hear her voice on the warm summer breeze. It is just that there seemed little point in telling anyone about her, as I believed that I would never see her again." Jaime explained. A sadness in his voice as the whole entourage made their way out onto the bustling city streets.

"So, why don't you tell me now? I mean, she is here. We have all met her. And I am quite intrigued to find out more about any lady that can make you smile." Robb chuckled. Slapping Jaime on the back, as the Musketeers and the lady continued on their way.

"(Y/n) and I grew up together. Our fathers were good friends." Jaime began with a huge sigh. His thoughts drifting back to the days of his youth.

"Her father never really approved of me. I think that he always believed that I was filling his only child's head full of fanciful ideas. That because of me, instead of learning to do all the things that a noble woman would normally learn, she was out fighting with sticks and returning home covered in mud. But in truth, she was always the wild one. She hated the idea of being a lady. She wanted to be a Musketeer. To ride her horses, and rush headlong into the fray. Once, I remember that she even fought a large boy from the local village. He had decided that he didn't like me, and she was not going to allow anyone to insult me. If I recall correctly, she actually beat him. I had always intended on marrying her. But with her father, and then I met..........well you know. When I joined the Musketeers, I had every intention of going back for her. To claim the woman that I had always loved. But I finally realised that I had nothing to offer her. And if her father hadn't liked me before. He would certainly have not wanted me to marry her with the scandal hanging over my head. So, I didn't go back. And even though I never really thought about it, I just presumed that by now she would be wed and had forgotten about me." Jaime told Robb. His mind filled with all the things that had happened since he had left (Y/n).

"And yet, here she is. Come to find you. Remembering you even after all these years. Still unwed." Robb mussed. Watching as Tormund gallantly helped (Y/n) over a rather large puddle in the middle of the street.

"Do you know what I think?" Robb went on. Jaime rolling his eyes as he waited for his friend to continue.

"I think that fate is giving you a second chance. The king called her to the city to discuss a marriage. And in the city just happens to be the man that let her go. A man, that I would suggest, still loves her. Just a thought, Jaime. But I think that it would be a shame to let the lady get away twice." Robb finished, smiling at his friend before hastening to catch up with (Y/n), Tormund, and Jon. Leaving Jaime to consider whether the universe had in fact conspired to bring (Y/n) back to him.