GoT One-Shots Book 3!

Fated(Robert Baratheon x fem!Stark reader) AU

You watched with tears in your eyes as the Vale grew smaller in the distance. You clutched little Mya to your chest while she cooed. You knew your guardian would be livid at the fact that you had given birth to Robert Baratheon's bastard, but you never thought they'd send you away, especially since Robert didn't even know of the child's existence. They sent you away from the only home you'd ever known to be fostered elsewhere until someone could marry you off. It would be years before you saw Robert again.

*time skip*

"Stop fidgeting." You instantly stilled, "Forgive me, Lady Olenna." Lady Olenna Tyrell had been the one to take you and Mya in after your former guardian pushed you out. You had been "raised" alongside her son, Mace, who was older than you. Olenna sighed. She had come to love you and Mya like her own family over the time you'd been a ward of Highgarden. But she knew you were anxious about this visit to King's Landing.

When word had reached Highgarden of Robert's victory and coronation as King of Westeros, you had felt your heart leap with joy that he was alive. Only your heart sank once more when you heard that he was now betrothed to Lyanna, your sister. You loved Lyanna, of course. She was a fierce woman to be admired and was certainly a match for Robert. That didn't mean you had to like it. In truth, even after all that time, you still loved Robert. Your sister didn't as far as you knew.

When the wheelhouse stopped outside the Red Keep, you let out a breath, gathered up little Mya, and stepped out after Lady Olenna. It only took a moment for you to hear, "Sister!" Then you felt Lyanna's arms wrapping around you and your daughter. "I have missed you!" You attempted to smile at her. You knew it wasn't her idea to marry the man you loved.

Someone clearing their throat had Lyanna pulling back from you. You glanced up to see someone who could only be Rhaegar Targaryen standing there. You curtsied before letting your eyes travel to the man next to him. Robert. His blue eyes were riveted on you for a moment before they began bouncing between you and Mya. You greeted the new king as was customary with a "Your Grace," but your eyes never left his face as you watched him piece together your little secret.

"Lady Y/N," Rhaegar broke the awkward tension, "Welcome to King's Landing." You gave him a tight smile as Lyanna took your elbow to lead you inside. You could feel Robert's gaze on you. Lyanna led you to the chambers made up for you and finally let go of your elbow. She glanced around before plopping down on your bed. She looked uncomfortable and you couldn't tell if it was because she hated being trapped indoors on such a nice day or if she had something to say.

After what seemed like an eternity, she spoke, "I'm sorry." Your brows drew together in confusion. "What for?" Mya fussed a bit, but you calmed her as you waited for your sister to explain. "Marrying Robert. It was not my idea. I-I know how much you loved him." You gave her a soft smile. "You do? I didn't think anyone knew, but I do know that you would never hurt me like this. You never liked the idea of marriage and I'm certain you-" you cut off when you noticed her cheeks tinted pink.

"What?" Lyanna bit her lip as she motioned for you to come closer. When you drew near, she whispered, "I don't want to marry him, Y/N." You smiled and nodded, but she continued, "Because I'm in love with someone else. W-We plan to run off before the wedding." Your eyes widened, but before you could speak, there was a knock on the door. You hugged Mya a little closer as Lyanna called out and the door opened.

Robert stood on the other side, his eyes meeting yours once again. "Out," he stated, causing Lyanna to raise a brow. "It's alright, Lyanna. We'll speak again later." Your sister sighed, but left the room all the same. Before she walked out of sight, she whispered something to Robert.

Once Lyanna had left, you spoke up. "You're angry." Robert's blue eyes darkened, "Furious, more like. Why the hells didn't you tell me?!" You rolled your eyes. "When? I didn't know the last time we saw each other. Once it was discovered, the septa watched me like a hawk to try and determine who the father was. I-I wouldn't say. I knew how important your titles were as the eldest son and I didn't know what would happen to you if it got out you'd fathered a bastard. By the time I was free to send a raven, word came that you were being crowned king. You didn't need to be saddled with the scandal."

"That wasn't only your choice to make, Y/N!" You huffed and set Mya down on the floor to play. "King or not, you do NOT yell at me, Robert Baratheon. Especially not in front of my daughter." Robert opened and closed his fists a few times in an action you knew he used to calm himself. You were one of the few people he would never hit.

"And now you're betrothed to my sister. You will marry and have children with her. I expect nothing from you, Robert. Nor will Mya." Robert's brows furrowed. He looked deep in thought for a moment until little Mya decided to stand on shaky legs and wobble her way over to him. He looked down when he felt her fall into his legs.

Without thinking twice, Robert scooped up the little girl in his arms. She gave him a toothy grin and laid her head on his chest with her tiny fist in her mouth. Robert looked up at you and then back down at his daughter. "Hells!" he nearly yelled, but changed his tone to a softer one so as not to scare Mya, "I'm the king, right?" You arched a brow and nodded, unsure where he was going with this. "I say who gets married or not. I won't marry Lyanna. I don't want to."

"Robert, you can't just break off an engagement like that!"

"Yes he/I can!" Robert and Lyanna, who had decided to burst into the room at that moment, replied in unison. You jumped a little and Mya began to fuss. Robert froze and you stifled a giggle. This man, this hardened warrior, looked absolutely petrified at the crying child in his arms. You swiftly took her from him and shushed her.

Robert glanced at Lyanna and then at Rhaegar, who stood behind her in the doorway. "Planned on running off, did ya?" Robert asked and Rhaegar's eyes widened. Lyanna jutted out her chin in defiance. "Yes, if you must know. Now we don't have to because you're going to marry my sister and have a dozen more babies while Rhaegar and I marry and leave to find our own adventures."

"Do I not get a say in this?" you asked, bouncing Mya. Lyanna looked at you. "I mean, I guess Robert could always marry Cersei Lannister and you could find some lord to marry. Maybe Mace Tyrell." You grimaced at the thought and Lyanna continued, "Besides, Lyanna of Houses Stark and Targaryen suits me better. You and Robert were always meant to be." You couldn't help but chuckle at your sister before meeting Robert's gaze once more.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" you asked after a moment and Robert's expression shifted to one of confusion. You laughed. "I positively demand a proper proposal from the king if I am to marry him." Lyanna and Rhaegar quickly left the room after Lyanna took her niece with your permission.

Once the door closed behind them, Robert met your gaze. "Come on, Y/N." You crossed your arms over your chest with a smirk on your lips. Robert was absolutely not a romantic person so this was torture for him. "Oh, just marry me, woman!" At your unimpressed look, he added, "Please. You know I love you." You beamed. "That's all I needed to hear." You stepped closer to him and kissed him deeply.