Lancel Lannister Imagines

Lion Cub

Lancel sat on his chair, taking in the evening. The sun setting over the river land hills, the water of darry river softly flowing, the castle stood tall but cold even in the glow of the sunset.

Lancel sat on his balcony a cup of dornish red wine in hand, his clothes gold and red lannister colours and embroidered lions for the heraldry of house lannister

The cold, damp stone of Darry Castle still feels alien to the Western man. In place of the gold tinted halls of Casterly Rock and Lannisport, Lancel has been left to rule in the cold and grey castle. A castle that does not feel like home. That is if any place is truly his home.

He took a sip of his wine, the vintage a finer one than he would have been allowed when a boy, the sort of wine he use to serve king Robert by the tankard but that seemed a life ago.

"Must you drink so much these evenings?" Y/n asked him, as she emerged from the chamber curtains heading out onto the balcony,

Y/n had been given to Lancel part of the package deal, he was made ser Lancel, made lord of Darry, warden of the river lands and had to marry lady Y/n, a deal he didn't exactly hate, her body wrapped up in a beautiful red gown that showed off her body perfectly,

"This much and more," Lancel responded with a smirk. He always felt more confident with drink. He took another deep swig of the wine, as she joined him on the balcony. The coolness of the wine was a contrast to the beauty that was Y/n. He knew from the moment the deal was struck that bedding her was one of the more enjoyable parts of the deal. Lancel sat back and gestured her forward. "Come take a seat."

"You are starting to drink too much my lion" she said standing behind him stroking her hands over his shoulders giving him a soft back rub before her hands trial into his blonde locks her fingers knotting in his hair to massage his scalp, before finally she rested her elbows against his shoulders, her hands down his chest, her cheek against his head as she presses a tender kiss "you don't want to end up like your grandfather" she reminds

Lancel closed his eyes, enjoying the tenderness of her touch. The soft press of her cheek against the top of his head causing him to almost purr like his kin. But the mention of Tytos Lannister soured the mood, and he opened his eyes again. He placed a calloused hand on her forearm. "You worry too much." Lancel responded and he pulled her around to his front, setting her on his lap.

she rolled her eyes sitting on his thigh keeping her hands around his neck "But I'm so good at worrying" she teased

"One of the most excellent things you do." He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close in his lap. His lips finding her collarbones where her gown dipped lower. Trailing kisses around the nape of her neck. "But I don't like hearing about my Grandfather when I'm trying to have a good time with you."

"of course, forgive me Lancel, I just worry about my lion is all" she said

He continued to kiss at her neck, his hands tracing her hips. The Lannister was getting more confident in their relationship, He chuckled between kisses at her comment. "My sweet little bird, I'll never be as wild as my grandfather. I have many vices, like too much drink and you."

"I suppose so, forgive my worries." Y/n smiled kissing his cheek "Besides my mother sent me a raven last week and she has told me I am not to drink any wine at all"

That pulled him away from her neck. With a frown he pulled his head back, as his hands continued their wandering over her hips and down her thighs. "And why would your mother say such a thing?" He paused for a moment. "Are you... are you with child?"

"Not yet," she answered "but I hope to be soon, my sweet lion needs his little cub sooner than later. And we... Have yet to be successful in such matters. So I asked her for advice" she explained "My mother has had sixteen children Lancel I was meerly curious if she had any recommendations, and she advised me not to drink wine, until my stomach swells"