Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

The great pretender - Part 2 - Lannisters x Reader

This part is more Lannister orientated. And for once, I've made Cersei a little more likable. But don't worry, she will be back to her usual self in all my other imagines. There will be more Petyr in the next part, but I hope that you enjoy.

"But Baelish! Baelish! Why did it have to be that........that.........arghhhhhh!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she threw her hands up into the air. Her siblings watching, as the lioness paced the room. It more than obvious that she had not taken kindly to the "wonderful" news of her impending marriage.

The others couldn't pretend that they were happy about it either. Not one of them trusted Baelish. Not one of them would wish their sister to be forced into a marriage with a man like the whoremonger. Yet what were they to say? Their father had made up his mind. And when their father had made up his mind, there was no real chance of him changing it. Usually, Cersei wouldn't care about another woman being forced to marry a man that she didn't love. That she didn't even like. But with (Y/n) it was different. Her younger sister was one of the only people that the queen actually trusted. One of the only people that she felt as though she could speak frankly with. And given that, the two lionesses had always been close. Much to the disbelief of all. Cersei hadn't wanted the same fate to befall her sister, as it had her. She hadn't wanted (Y/n) to be sold as she had been. Sold to a man that had promised so much but given nothing in return. That had shouted out the name of another woman on their wedding night.

She had tried to persuade Robert to allow (Y/n) to become a Kingsguard. To give her sister a way of not having to suffer as she had. But the king had refused. Cersei expecting that her father's hand had been behind the decision. The old lion not wanting to lose a daughter to the oath. To lose such a valuable commodity to a white cloak, as he had his heir. So now, now (Y/n) would have to marry the Master of Coin. Littlefingers. The whoremonger. And there was nothing that even the queen could do about it.

"It might not be too bad, (Y/n).........." Tyrion began. The little man instantly shutting his mouth, as all eyes turned to glare at him.

"Not too bad? Not too..........Please Tyrion, please. Tell me how you think that this couldn't be worse? The man is the most deceitful, obnoxious, devious, untrustworthy, atrocious pig of a man I have ever had the misfortune to meet. And he has probably had more whores in his bed than you have. And that is saying something." (Y/n) scoffed, as she strode over to her brother. The youngest male lion, feeling uncomfortable under his sister's gaze.

"Yes........there is that. But........Baelish isn't ugly, and he is rich and influential..............."

"We are Lannisters, brother. There is no one richer or more influential in the Seven Kingdoms than our family. I do not need any more gold or influence. And if you don't think that he's ugly, then why don't you marry him? I am sure that the two of you would make a perfect couple. Anyway, you're only saying that, as you hope that he might not charge you as much for his best whores, if you are his brother-in-law." (Y/n) continued, as she dropped down into the chair between her two brothers. Not liking how Tyrion seemed, for once in his life, to be agreeing with their father's ridiculous decision.

Normally, (Y/n) would never talk to Tyrion in such a fashion. Unlike Cersei, (Y/n) had never blamed her brother for the death of their mother, and the two younger lions, had always been close. Deep down, she knew that Tyrion was trying to help. Was trying to show her that there were worse men that she could find herself tied to. Yet, as hard as she tried, (Y/n) couldn't think of any. The lioness at that moment, felling that even a Bolton from the north, or old man Frey, may make a better husband than Petyr Baelish.

"I'm sorry, Tyrion. I know you mean well. But there is nothing that you can say that would make this any better. I am doomed. But if Baelish insists on marrying me, then I promise you that he is going to regret it." The lioness added. Her head shooting up, as she heard Jaime chuckle.

"We wouldn't expect anything less from you, (Y/n). If Baelish wants a Lannister, then he's going to find out that you should be careful what you wish for. That when you get one, you get them all." The Kingsguard told her. (Y/n) smiling, as her older brother pulled her into his arms. As she saw the faces of her other two siblings.

She knew that despite the fact that Cersei and Tyrion hated one another, when it came to her, they had always come together. Always done what they had to do to help. And now, it appeared that this would be no different. That despite the fact that she would undoubtedly have to go through with the marriage, Baelish wasn't going to enjoy being married as much as he may think.

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Petyr made his way through the corridors of the Red Keep. It was late, and the only others to be seen, were the patrolling bannermen. The Master of Coin knowing that not one of them would be foolish enough to stop him and ask where he was going. But even if they did, Petyr was not about to tell them the truth.

Usually, Petyr slept easily. Nothing, not his dealings. His treatment of others. The crimes he had committed, or the people he would blackmail to get him to the top, would cause him any concern. He didn't care enough to even blink an eye if something happened to someone else. If it didn't affect him, then he couldn't care less. Yet tonight, sleep was proving elusive. It wasn't that he had suddenly developed a conscience. Far from it. It was the words of the lioness that were keeping him awake. The look in her eyes that told him, he this wasn't going to turn out how he thought it would, that was keeping him from resting. And for some reason, he had decided that going to see his betrothed would be a good idea. Despite the fact that it was obvious that he would be the last person that she would want to see at any time, never mind at this late hour. Yet even though he knew that he now found himself outside the doors to her room.

He would admit, to himself at least, that he had talked Tywin into the match with (Y/n) because she had the ear of not only her father, but also the queen, and both her brothers. And whether she knew it or not, that made her a very valuable and dangerous player in the game. Yet there was another reason for wanting to marry the lioness. And that was because Petyr actually did like her. He found her beautiful and intelligent. He believed that she would be the kind of woman that could aid him in all areas of his life. A woman that would stand by his side, so that they could become stronger together. That she was a woman that could provide him with an heir of his own. A son to carry on the Baelish name. And for once in his life, he actually felt the need to confess that. To actually, dare he say it, tell her the truth. Not that he was sure he could remember how to do that.

Slowly, he reached up his hand to knock. The whoremonger suddenly thinking better of it. Feeling that his bride to be would not take kindly to being woken at such an hour. Yet, as he thought of the lioness behind the door. As he thought about her naked body. About her moaning, as he sheathed himself inside her. About her begging him not to stop, as their sweat covered bodies writhed together as one. The whoremonger did something that he knew he really shouldn't. He pushed his way into the room, and silently made his way over to the bed, where he could see her laying.