House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Lady of the city - Part 4 - Otto x Reader

(Y/n) looked around the apartments. She couldn't pretend that she was overtly happy about this; but she knew that if she hadn't taken the rooms that Aegon had offered.......well, that his grandfather had had him offer, Otto would just have found another way of getting her there.

The Hand, of course had had his grandson believe that having his mistress close, would make things easier for Aegon, that it would be easier than having to escape his Kingsguards every time that he wanted to see her; but the only person that it would make things easier for, was Otto. The only one not knowing that............Aegon. Though there again, who would think that she was not only pleasuring the prince, but also the Hand of the King. Certainly not the pale haired young man, that had begun to demand more and more from her.

Admittedly it was a strange thing; it never in her mind to end up as the lover of not only a Hightower, but also a Targaryen. Yet here she was, and it was a long way from where she had come from. She had heard all the stories about herself, that she was the daughter of some powerful and rich lord in Essos. That she had come from the pleasure houses of Lys. A woman trained in all the ways to please a man. Yet neither of these things were true. She was, simply, a killer. Well, maybe not a simple killer.

All she could remember was that she had been an orphan; a lost, abandoned child with no idea who her parents were, taken from whatever ditch she had crawled into to starve. His arms had felt so strong when he took her up; it the first time that she had felt safe, when he held her close. For many little girls, it could have ended up in a much worse way; but he........her master, had been nothing but good to her. Feeding her, clothing her, and..........training her from the moment that she had been strong enough again, to stand. Teaching her how to learn of the secrets of others. They had never discussed who and what he was, she hadn't cared. The old man had been everything to her; he had been the father, the family that she had never had. The one that had raised her up from that gutter, to be feared. A woman whose abilities were so sought after, that some would offer her a king's ransom in return for her help with whatever problem, dogged them. And that was how she had met Otto.

Her master had passed on not long before; so, when had been offered the opportunity to make her way to Westeros, she had taken it; for much less gold than she would normally ask for, but it was what she needed. The old man had always told her that emotions would do her no good, that they would get in the way of what she had to do. Yet how could she not feel emotion when she had lost the only person that she had cared about. The only person that had cared about her. (Y/n) choosing to make her way across the Narrow Sea, in order to kill a man by the name of Hightower; in hopes that the grief would subside.

She had had no idea who Otto was, she really had no concern. Lord, labourer; king, innkeeper, it didn't matter if they had a title, if they had any power; all that mattered was that she had had a job to do. And she would have killed him, really, she would. The great lord of House Hightower trembling as she had held the dagger to his throat; a thin line of crimson making its way down his neck, as the point of the blade pierced his flesh. But then he had done something that no one else had done............he had offered her more. He had offered her anything that she had wanted. That as the Hand of king Viserys, he had more power than she could imagine. Otto telling her that if she would journey back and dispose of the man that had sent her for him, then she could return to the capital, and share in that power. And, much to her surprise, he had met his end of the bargain. Her life in Kings Landing, though surrounded by dirt, grime and the more baser needs of those that called the city home; she had been able to carve out quite a niche for herself. No one daring to question what she did, or where she went. Not even the city watch daring to meddle in her affairs. Though when she had become the older man's lover, was a little harder to pinpoint. It just seeming to happen. Otto not being her first choice in men; but there again, how many women were lucky enough to say that they were with the man they wanted. And Aegon...........that was just Otto's way of trying to control the boy. Though he had made it quite clear that he was not happy about the situation, that he had created.

"You are comfortable................?" A voice came. The lady of the city turning to see Otto. The door to the rooms closing behind him.

"As comfortable as I can be, for being in this hive of vipers............." (Y/n) replied, as she got up from her seat, and made her way over to him.

"You understand......................?"

"I understand that you put a thought in that empty head of Aegon's. That you had him believe that having his mistress in the Keep, would be better for him; when in fact we both know that the only one that it is better for, is you..............."

"You can read me so well..............." Otto said, as he reached up, and slowly pulled on the strings that held her bodice.

"And that is why I love you............."

"Love........?" (Y/n) countered, as she pulled away. Making her way over to the bed.

"I have heard that twice now; both times from men that have no idea what it is to really care for anyone but themselves. You are both just fortunate that I have no idea either. Now, why don't you show me why it was a good idea for me to come here, before I change my mind............." She continued, allowing her gown to fall to the floor before sitting on the bed. The Hand of the King locking the door, before making his way to join her.