Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Obsession - Part 6 - Petyr x Reader

I know I have made Petyr sweet again, but I do so love exploring the possibilities of other sides of a character's personality. To make what the reader character experiences and sees, different to what the rest of the world sees. My apologises for this chapter being a little shorter, but I want to bring everything together nicely in the next and final part of this story.

The day for the planned celebrations had finally arrived. And as more and more nobles made their way to the capital, Petyr was less sure than ever that he wanted his bride and heir anywhere near the Red Keep, never mind her mother. He was not normally one to fuss or worry in such a fashion. It was not in him. Usually, he was the one that concerned others. But with (Y/n), and now knowing that the continuation of House Baelish was growing in her belly. He couldn't help but let his mind wander to the possibilities of losing them. And he wasn't going to ever let that happen. Yet (Y/n) had assured him that all would be well. That despite her current indisposition, she was the daughter of a stag. And she was not going to be seen to cower in the face of a lion. Especially when that lion was her mother.

Petyr had done his best to dissuade her. To say that no one really cared if they were presented to the rest of the Seven Kingdoms as a married couple. That all of this was being done for everyone else, and that her mother had an ulterior motive. But (Y/n) had told him that she knew all that. That she wouldn't expect anything less from her mother. That she was well aware that Cersei would want to make the grandest of entrances. To be seen as the belle of the ball. That the lioness would probably spend a considerable amount of gold on a gown that she would hope would put (Y/n) to shame. Yet none of that mattered. For (Y/n) knew that she and Petyr were not a pair that should be taken lightly. That no matter what happened, they would always win over the lioness. And that their news would trump anything idiotic that her mother could think of. That, and she wished to be able to see her uncle, Bronn and Sandor again.

"Well? What do you think?" A soft voice asked. The Master of Coin turning to see the smiling face of his wife.

"A little understated for a Baratheon Lannister, don't you think?" Petyr hummed as he took (Y/n)'s hand. Looking her up and down. The dark gown that she had had made for the festivities fitting her form beautifully. But was in complete contrast to anything she had worn before.

"It may be a lot understated for a Baratheon Lannister. But the little one and I, aren't Baratheon Lannisters, are we? We are Baelish. And proud of it too." (Y/n) stated with a chuckle. Petyr taking her into his arms and placing a soft hand on her stomach.

"And a Baelish that I had to wait so long for. But now I have two of you. And I am not going to lose either of you." Petyr replied, as he kissed her on the forehead. His arm tightening around her waist.

"We are going to be alright, Petyr. I know that you are worried, but not even my mother would hurt me in front of, not only the whole family, but also nobles from across the Seven Kingdoms. She is foolish, but not that foolish. Her tactics will be to make herself shine. To show all that she is the queen. The most beautiful. The most perfect. That she will not be outdone by the daughter that she despises." (Y/n) reassured. Doing her best to ease her husband's troubled mind.

(Y/n) knew Petyr well enough to know of all his little foibles. Of his less than stellar reputation. Of the rumours that went around about some of his less than honourable dealings. But that was the other side of him. The side that he showed to the world. The cold, cool calculating side. The cunning snake. But to her, Petyr was much different. He wasn't the schemer. The player of the game. He was her friend. Her saviour. The man that she loved and knew loved her. A man that she knew would move mountains to protect her and their growing child. So, to see him so concerned would probably come as a shock to most others. But not to her. And since Petyr had been informed of not only the celebrations, but also his heir. She had done her best to take his mind off all his terrible imaginings.

"You do know that despite you looking quite radiant, there is one thing missing, don't you?" Petyr finally replied, as he tried to push the apprehension to the back of his mind.

"And what, pray tell, would that be. Lord Baelish?" (Y/n) chuckled as she moved away. Looking at her ensemble in the mirror on the wall. Wondering what the seamstress may have missed from her gown.

"Well, Lady Baelish. It would be this." Petyr replied. A real smile, that he kept only for her, spreading across his lips as he presented his wife with a small box. (Y/n) opening it to find a silver mockingbird looking back at her.

"Oh Petyr. He is beautiful." (Y/n) gasped as Petyr took the sigil pin from its little home and placed it at the throat of his wife. The bird sitting proudly in the same position as he placed his.

"If you truly are a Baelish. Then you should prove it to everyone at the celebration. And what better way to than to wear our sigil, rather than those of you father and grandfather." Petyr explained, as he turned (Y/n) back around. The Master of Coins placing his arms around the object of his obsession's waist. Kissing her on the neck. (Y/n) able to feel her husband smile against her skin as she moaned softly.

"You know. We have lots of time before the celebration begins. And it would not do to have the guests of honour arrive too early. If there is one thing I learnt from my family, it is to always be just that little bit late. To make them wait for you. So, what do you say to us enjoying ourselves a little, before we are forced to have to sit through this evening?" (Y/n) asked as she turned around, Brushing her fingers though Petyr's hair.

"And what did you have in mind?" Petyr chuckled, his eyes growing wide as (Y/n) whispered her thoughts into his ear. The Master of Coin not protesting, as (Y/n) took his hand and led him to their bed.