Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Do as you are told - Part 2 - Petyr x Varys x Reader

My apologies for this part being a little shorter. But I want to save the spiciness for the third and final part. So, please forgive me. And I have included a little bit of Varys to make up for it. As always, please enjoy.

Petyr sat and stewed. Grumbling softly into his glass of wine. He couldn't just chase after his sister. Such an act would be sure to just raise more questions. Would have more of the weak minded fools muttering and sniggering behind their hands. No. For now he would have to sit and wait. He would have to pretend that all was well. That nothing had happened. That he was happy that his sister had been twirled around the room all evening, by seemingly every man present. That..........

"It is such a shame that the Lady Baelish had to leave the celebrations so soon, my lord. I am sure that many a man will be disappointed that she is no longer gracing us with her presence. Tell me, is she unwell?" Petyr heard. The whoremonger inwardly rolling his eyes as he watched Varys glide over to where he sat. Of all people, of course it would be his archrival that would come and stick his unwanted nose in his business. The Master of Whispers possibly hoping that something might have occurred between the two siblings, that he could use against him. Something that would be to his advantage.

"Not unwell. Just a little tired. It has been a long day for her. And I am sure that the lords will get over their disappointment. (Y/n)............"

"Strange. The lady did not appear tired. In fact, she appeared quite spritely. The life and soul of the festivities, I would say. I felt sure that she could have danced all evening..............."

"Well, you would be wrong!" Petyr exclaimed, interrupting the Spiders interruption. The Master of Coin uncharacteristically losing his cool, as he jumped to his feet. His fist banging on the table in front of him. His anger growing as the attention of the crowd turned from what they had been doing, to him.

"My sister may have appeared full of spirit. But that last dance with Lord Tyrion proved to be her undoing. She suddenly felt tired and had adjourn to her rooms that the King was so kind provide her with. Now if you don't mind, I will go and make sure that she is settled in." Petyr added, as moved from his seat.

"Ah, yes! It would appear that the king, as well as every other able man in Kings Landing, has taken quite a liking to the Lady Baelish. It is obvious, even to my good self, that your sister has quite a way about her. I am sure that she will find herself a suitable suitor quite quickly. In fact, I believe that a certain lion may have taken a fancy to her, more than most." Varys said, as Petyr walked to his side. Both lords looking over to were Tyrion sat drinking down yet another glass of fine Arbor Gold.

Petyr stared at the youngest Lannister. If it had been any other man, he may have eventually been able to accept that he had lost her. But not the imp. He would not let that happen. The thought of the half man's hands touching (Y/n)'s body, making the usually cool and cold Petyr's blood, begin the boil. Varys unable to stop a small smile from creeping across his lips, as he noticed his rival's fists clench. It was true that Varys wasn't the best to ask about affairs of the heart. About women. He didn't know what it was to feel lust and the desires for the body of another person. But he knew that look in a man's eyes. He had seen it often enough from those around him. And he could see it now in Baelish's eyes. He could see it every time that the whoremonger looked at his sister. Every time that another man even so much as mentioned her in passing. It was dark, filled with a multitude of needs and wants. Brimmed with jealously and hatred for all others that may dare to deny him what he wanted. Yet the thought that there could be a relationship between the two, that was anything other than that of siblings, was too much for Varys to hope for. But that didn't mean the Master of Whispers wasn't going to enjoy making Baelish squirm.

"I have heard Tyrion speak quiet fondly of your sister. Quite........lovingly I would dare to even suggest. I am even aware that (Y/n) finds his company.....pleasing. That she seems to be happy when she is with him. And to watch the two dance around the floor, smiling as they were....... I believe that they would make quite the match. And a Lannister is a Lannister, even if that Lannister is the despised son. Sooner or later, Tywin will realise that he cannot continue to deny Tyrion his birthright. Jaime is a Kingsguard after all, and therefore can hold no title. So, one day, if (Y/n) were to marry Tyrion, she could in fact become the next lady of Casterly Rock. Mother to the next generation of lions. Not wanting for anything. Surly a brother that loved and cared for his sister, would like such an idea." Varys said softly. Furrowing his brows slightly as it appeared that the oldest mockingbird hadn't heard a single word that he said. But given the angry fire that burned in the whoremonger's eyes. Varys knew that something, even if just a little of what he had said, had gone into Petyr's mind.

In truth, Petyr had heard every word that his rival had uttered. In any other situation, Petyr would have been able to completely ignore the utterances of the Master of Whispers. Would have been able to brush them off. Dismiss them. Able to realise what Varys was doing. But in this case, the vivid images of Tyrion having his sister, were taking over his thoughts. Of him filling her belly with more creatures like him. More despised half men. And it was more than he could take. The thought that (Y/n) might actually want to marry the little lion, only pushing him to want to find his sister more. To find her and have her himself. To tell her that she would be allowed no suitor, and she would not be leaving his side. Or his bed.

"You are quite right, lord Varys." Petyr said, as he took a deep breath and tried to calm his growing temper. His growing need.

"As a loving brother, I want nothing more than for my sister to be happy. And if (Y/n) feels that she would be happy with Lord Tyrion, then I would be delighted to give them my blessing. Being the next lady of Casterly Rock is not a lowly title. And I am more than sure that, as you say, (Y/n) would want for nothing. But a possible match is something that we will discuss at another time. For now, if you will excuse me, I wish to see that my sister is settled into her rooms, before I too take my leave. Now, if you will excuse me." Petyr said in his usual tone. Nodding slightly at Varys, before turning and heading out of the great hall to find (Y/n). Leaving Varys to wonder whether he had touched a nerve or not.