You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.
And you found...
Warnings: Death of characters, cursing, medieval and asoif customs, bullying, arrasment, sexual arrasment, incest (c'mon is HotD), minor on minor violence, minors engaging in sexual activities, minors drinking wine, might miss some warnings
Notes: I'm running out of ideas for meet-cutes between Cregan and reader! haha and reason for poor Cregan to travel two whole ass months to be in King's landing. Anyways I want to say that in the White Dragon I was a stickler for the timelines and history... but here? nah, forget it! My story, my timeline, my rulezzzzz
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Turns out Aemond didn't take well to be told to fuck off
Your scalp still burned because of how hard he pulled your hair. You actually cried, he made you cry. You had never cried because of his teasing and bullying before, but now? you were tired of it, tired and angry.
When you turned around and he still had your silver braid locked in his hand, and he saw your tears, he froze. He fucking froze on his place. He released you almost immediately, and you couldn't take it anymore and you slapped him across the face as hard as you could, as hard his face turned to the side.
"Don't ever touch me again!", you threatened, and turned to leave.
As you were leaving the hallway, Steffon Mangold, a King's guard sworn to you, appeared
"Princess, i'm very sorry, I lost you"
"I was hiding Ser, don't feel bad", you explained, sniffing, you didn't want him to see you
"You are crying Princess", he muttered sadly
"I'm very sorry", you said
"You don't have to be sorry, next time, I will tell him to stop, I will stop him"
"It's fine", you interrupted him, with a shy smile, "Tell me, how is your younger sister?". you changed the subject
"The medicine the maester gave her thanks to you, it really helped her"
"I'm so glad", you cheered, recuperating your normal, happy self, "could you escort me, I need to dress for tonight"
"Of course princess"
It was almost like a game, to watch all those lords and ladies play "the young wolf", to have a moment alone with him, they all wanted him for themselves, for their daughters, Cregan Stark was beginning to be the most eligible bachelor of the seven Kingdoms.
And he did not seem happy about it.
You hid behind the columns of the side of the Throne room while you watched the lords of court hoping to have a moment alone with the infamous Cregan Stark. He should be happy shouldn't he? but he seemed miserable.
All the ladies blushed when he passed by their side, and it was almost comical to see the different "tactics" each one tried to gain his attention, some would swoon, others would smile at him, or fan themselves, and other pretended they didn't even see him while they flipped their long lustrous hairs
