Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

The great pretender - Part 3 - Petyr x Reader

Petyr made his way into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. It was cold, the fire that most of the other rooms would have lit. A fire that would be crackling softly in the hearth, and casting its gentle warm glow into the room, was absent. There was not even a candle to brighten the darkness. But the Master of Coin could still see a form in the bed, thanks to the large silver moon that hung heavy in the sky. The great celestial orb throwing its eerie aura over the prone lioness. Petyr had always thought that (Y/n) looked perfect. That she had always looked otherworldly. But now, as he creeped silently over to the bed, he could only imagine how the glow of the moon would make his betrothed appear. How truly exquisite her fine features would seem. And he knew that he had to see it. He knew that he had to be the only one that was lucky enough to witness the lioness in all her glory.

If he had been thinking rationally, he would have just returned to his room and continued to try and rest. But thinking rationally was the last thing on Petyr's mind at the moment. Call it lust. Call it curiosity. Call it whatever you want. But despite that fact that he knew that if (Y/n) woke, if he had been seen entering her room. If word of his intrusion got back to the ears of her family, then he could find himself in a very difficult position. That it didn't matter what little secrets he knew, Tywin and the rest of the Lannister pride would not take kindly to it. Petyr didn't care. He had waited too long for this moment. Waited too long to get the information that he could use to get the lioness. And now that he had. Now that her father had told her that they were to marry. Petyr was going to take the opportunity to get as close to (Y/n) as he possibly could.

Making his way over to the bed, Petyr placed his hands on the sheets. The whoremonger furrowing his brows in confusion, as he found the linens to be just as cold as the rest of the room. The lord gripping the material tightly and pulling it away from the lioness's body, only to find two large pillows beneath the sheets. The Master of Coin's growing wide eyed, as a dagger suddenly flew past his ear and lodged itself in the wooden columnar head post.

"That one was just a warning, Baelish. I assure you that the next one won't miss. So, just give me an excuse. Though if I were to just kill you here and now, I doubt that anyone would ask too many questions. In fact, I think that most people would thank me. They may even throw a celebration in my honour." A deep growl called out from the darkness. Petyr turning, then falling back onto the bed, as the face of the lioness suddenly appeared from the gloom like some beautiful specter.

"I er...........I..............." Petyr began. Trying to think of something, anything to explain his presence in the lioness's apartments. Yet, as the said lioness rose from her chair, and made her way further into the light. Another dagger clutched in her hand, his usual bravado, silver tongue and sharp wit seemed to have betrayed him. Seemed to have left him a fumbling, stammering fool, as the lioness loomed over him.

"You what? Did you think that I would be foolish enough not to be on guard? Foolish enough not to expect the worst of you? Did you hope to come in here and find me naked? Did you hope that you would be able to touch me without me waking? That you could lay your eyes on what I will never allow you to have? Well, I am happy to be able to disappoint you. Happy that I now have you exactly where I want you. That I can use this little bit of foolishness against you." (Y/n) chuckled, as she looked down at the whoremonger. Petyr slowly and carefully moving into a seated position on the bed. Hoping that the next move would not be his last.

"I take it that you will be informing your father about this. The queen? That you hope that this will change Tywin's mind about our wedding............?"

"Oh no, Baelish. I think that no matter how I twist this, my father would still make me marry you. And I could go to my sister, but why would I bother when I could just go to the top itself. When I can go to the man who finds his ever-expanding arse sat on the Iron Throne? You see, you aren't the only man in the Red Keep that thinks he can use me for his own ends. The only man that wants to find himself in my bed. Robert has informed me on a number of occasions of his desires. How he wished that I had been old enough to be sold to him after the rebellion, instead of my sister. How he wants to do to me, exactly what he does to your whores. And I must admit that I have strung him along a little. Smiling here and there. Brushing my hand over his. Giggling at his jokes. All to ensure that I not only have my family on my side, but also him. That when I need it, Robert would give me what I want. Because no matter how hideously bloated and ridiculous the king has become. Power is still power. And just like you, I know how to get it and use it." (Y/n) explained, as she leant against the bed post. The lioness enjoying every minute of watching the Master of Coin squirm.

"So, you will have the king inform your father that our marriage is not to go ahead?" Petyr enquired. Not sure whether he liked the grin that had just made its way onto (Y/n)'s lips, or not.

"Oh, no, no, no. Again, you are wrong. It would appear that that usual calculating mind of yours is getting a lot of things wrong tonight. You see.......Petyr, I have been thinking. And I believe that it would be far more fun to actually let you marry me. That I would take more delight in letting you see what you could have, and then denying you, rather than just denying you. That I am going to enjoy watching as you realise what you have gotten yourself into. That there is nothing worse than becoming part of my family. Having Tywin as your father-in-law. My brothers as your brothers. Cersei as your sister. For you see, no matter how wicked, cunning, cold and calculating you may pride yourself on being. You are nothing, NOTHING, compared to a Lannister. Now, get out before I change my mind about gutting you like a pig." (Y/n) explained. Chuckling to herself, as Petyr jumped to his feet and quickly made his way over to the door.

"I'll see you in the Great Sept, Petyr. My dear." (Y/n) called out, as the door opened. Petyr looking back at her for a moment, before he quickly left the room. His tail tucked firmly between his legs.