Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Still Waters run deep - Part 1 - Jaime x Gendry x Reader

I'm mixing things up a little again. This might get a little complicated for me to write, but I'm giving it a go. The first parts of this imagine will be about the reader with Jaime and Gendry but will become more Gendry in the end. Hope you enjoy🦁🦌

"She's a bastard. Nothing more nothing less!" Cersei exclaimed angrily. Slamming her wine glass down on the table in front of her. The red liquid splashing out and sloshing onto the floor.

"He has never claimed the child of any of his other whores, so why her? What makes (Y/n) so special?" Cersei continued. The queen seething, as the noise of the Keep being prepared for a name day celebration filled the long corridors. The joyful sound of the servants, laughing as they decorated the great hall, meeting the bitter lioness' ears.

"He would never do this for Joffrey. For Tommen or Mycella. So, why for her?" The lioness added. Jaime doing his best not to roll his eyes at his twin's irate rant.

Everyone in Kings Landing knew of the queen's dislike for her husband's bastard daughter. A daughter, that despite the protests, or maybe because of them, from Cersei and her father, Robert had legitimised. The king bestowing upon her the name of his House. The name Baratheon. Cersei disgusted that a common bastard, should share the same name as her own children.

No one knew what made (Y/n) different to all the other bastard children that Robert had undoubtedly fathered over the years. What made this child in particular, so important. But whatever the reason, it had happened. And there was nothing that the queen could do about it.

(Y/n) had been brought up within the confines of the Red Keep. Given every advantage that any true born lady would have had. And it was more than obvious to all, that there was a real fondness between father and daughter. A fondness that he didn't share with any of his other children. (Y/n) allowed to do anything she wished, other than go near the queen or her children. Cersei hating the fact, that in truth, (Y/n) was the only one to have a true claim to the Iron Throne. The only one of the children in the Keep, to actually have Baratheon blood flow through her veins. And it most definitely showed. For (Y/n) was every inch what her father had been in his prime, before he had given in to his excesses. The dark haired young woman, exquisitely beautiful, charismatic and charming. Seemingly able to captivate anyone and anything that crossed her path. And to add to this charm, was the fact that despite the fact that Robert had lavished everything upon her, (Y/n) had stayed humble. Never forgetting where she had come from. Often speaking to her father, and even Tywin about the needs of the smallfolk in the capital and its surrounds. Most of those of non-noble birth, agreeing that (Y/n), despite her lowly beginnings, would make a far better, and more just monarch than the sadistic and cruel Joffrey.

Jaime couldn't help but sigh, as he watched his twin pace the floor. He had heard it all before. Had had to listen to his sister spit venom whenever (Y/n)'s name was so much as mentioned in her presence. He could sympathise with his sister's quarrel against the young doe. Yet what was he to do. To say? (Y/n) had always been well guarded. Better protected than even Cersei and her children. And there was also the fact that he knew all too well that Cersei's children were bastards themselves. That, and as much as he would never dare admit it to Cersei, he would find it impossible to hurt (Y/n) in any way. Jaime as enchanted by the young woman, as everyone else. The Kingsguards often "accidentally" bumping into her, whenever she took a walk in the gardens. The two talking as the Kingslayer would offer (Y/n) his arm and stroll with her.

"My dear sister. (Y/n) is of marrying age. And I am sure that more than one suitor will be present at tomorrow evenings celebrations. As soon as a suitable one comes forward, you will no longer have to worry about (Y/n). She will be gone from the Keep. Gone from Kings Landing, and you will never have to see her again. Bastard or not, (Y/n) would be a prize for any lord. And .............."

"And what if it were discovered that Joffrey, Tommen and Mycella are not Roberts? That they are your children. As the only legitimate child of Robert, (Y/n) would have a claim to the throne. A rightful claim to the throne. And if she were to wed into a powerful House, the eventual death of Robert could result in a war for the Iron Throne." Cersei interjected.

"But as it is, Robert has no want to lose his perfect child. She reminds him of what he used to be. I am sure that she even reminds him of that whore, Lyanna Stark. He has no intention of letting her go." Cersei added with a disdainful hiss, as she dropped back into her chair. Her hand reaching for the elaborate jug that was filled with wine. The queen filling her glass to the rim.

"Then sister, we may have to take matters into our own hands. If Robert will not let her leave, and we cannot have her married to another House, then there seems to be only one solution. That we make sure that the most suitable suitor for (Y/n), is a Lannister." Jaime replied, as he took a drink from his own glass.

"You mean Tyrion? Robert would never allow........."

"No, not our brother. Me..............."

"No Jaime. NO! I will not let you. You took the oath..........."

"But just think, Cersei. Father would look upon it favourably. Bastard or not, (Y/n) is still a Baratheon. He will be happy that by denouncing the oath, I will one day become the lord of Casterly Rock instead of Tyrion. With me as her husband, we will be able to control our little doe. She will never question Joffrey coming to the throne, and we won't have to worry about a war. That, and I will be able to remain here with you." Jaime explained. A small smile pulling at the corner of his lips as Cersei thought.

She hated the idea of Jaime being with another woman, especially (Y/n). Yet if he were to marry Robert's bastard, nothing between them would have to change. And her children's succession to the throne would never be questioned.

"Very well." Cersei replied, never for one moment suspecting that her twin had his own motives for suggesting what he was suggesting.

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(Y/n) made her way through the dark streets of the capital. She knew that if her father found out that she left the Keep, he wouldn't be happy. She knew that each trip beyond the relative safety of the castle, left herself open to the agents of the queen, but she had things to do. People to visit. She was the only real connection between the simple folk of the capital that struggled to survive every day, and those with power and influence. The only one that tried to make the lives of the small folk, a little better.

She would often come down into the stinking, grey city to talk to the people. Listening to their complaints, their problems. (Y/n) promising to do what she could to help. The doe always treated as one of their own by the people. Yet she knew that there could always be someone around the corner wishing her ill. Someone like Trant. A sycophant, that was more than happy to hurt anyone.

Suddenly (Y/n) found herself knocked to the floor. Her hand instinctively reaching for the blade that she kept concealed. Despite her father wanting her to be a lady, (Y/n) had always insisted that she should learn to fight. That she should learn to protect herself. Telling the king that if she was truly a Baratheon, then she should be able to live up to her name. Robert eventually capitulating and having the best swordsmen brought into the capital to teach his child. Even Sandor and Bronn had fought with her. The two men surprised how well the young doe could handle her blade.

"I........I'm sorry." A voice said.

"Here, let me help ya up." The voice continued. (Y/n) seeing a hand before her face. The lady taking it and finding herself falling between a pair of strong arms.

"I wasn't watching where I was going. I didn't mean to knock ya ova." The young man added. (Y/n)'s hood falling from her head. She and the young man now face to face. Both of them staring at one another, as the man's arms seem to tighten around her.

"I........I'm.........Gendry." Gendry managed to finally say. The blacksmith sure that he had never seen anything as beautiful as the woman that was still wrapped in his arms.

"I........I'm..........(Y/n)."