Lancel Lannister Imagines

In The Garden P2

Lancel walked around the gardens attempting to find Y/n glancing at the many alcoves ladies lingered, and after a while he found her

Y/n sat in a small stone alcove with a bench, surrounded by ivy and roses, she wore a Baratheon yellow dress under a leather corset with stag antlers burnt into the leather, she hummed a gentle song as she embroidered,

Lancel spotted Y/n from a distance, and he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her. She was beautiful, no denying that. Perhaps in different circumstances, he might have been more excited at the thought of marrying her. But he was still nervous and uneasy about the entire situation. He took a deep breath and approached the alcove, clearing his throat to announce his presence. "Lady Y/n?" he said quietly, his voice betraying his trepidation.

"hum?" She set down her needle "Oh, Ser Lancel Lannister I presume?" She cooed

"Yes," he replied, his voice a little breathless. "I believe we have been... arranged to be married." He took a few steps closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest. "And uhh... I must say... your... very beautiful in your gown today,"

"awww thank you, I think you look very handsome in your Lannister red tunic today" she cooed

Lancel felt a slight blush form on his cheeks at her compliment. He had never quite mastered the art of flirting or courtship, and he found himself at a loss for words. But he tried his best to maintain his composure. "You are too kind," he mumbled, his eyes wandering over her body before snapping back to her face. "May I?"

"You may Ser Lancel," She nodded tapping the space beside her,

He nervously went over sitting with her, "I... I must admit, I am a little nervous about this whole situation."

"nervous? Why?" She asked "are you frightened of me?"

Lancel shook his head quickly. "No, no, not frightened," he assured her. "It's just... I've never been in a situation like this before," He looked at her again, his eyes taking in her soft features and curvy figure. He swallowed, trying to keep his thoughts in check.

"neither have I, I suppose it is just the way of things I suppose I've always been of the belief I'd be married off to some lord for politics"

Lancel nodded, understanding her words. But knowing the logic behind it didn't make it any easier to accept. "Yes... I too have always known that my marriage would be for political reasons," he agreed. "It just feels so... strange, for it to be... happening,"

"I can imagine it does, I'm sorry if you are disappointed"

Lancel shook his head, trying to reassure her. "No, no, it's not that," he said quickly. "It's just... I suppose I have always feared the idea of marriage. Of being with someone. A woman." He looked away, his cheeks flushing red.

"Have you never been with a woman Ser Lancel?"

Lancel shook his head once again, feeling slightly embarrassed. The thought of confessing his virginity to his soon-to-be wife was a mortifying one. But he knew he had to be honest with her. "No," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "No, I haven't."

"Oh," she gasped "I must admit I'm surprised" she nodded "but that's alright, we can take things as slowly as you desire"

Lancel's heart leapt at her words, relief coursing through him. He had expected her to laugh at him or find him inadequate, but her understanding and acceptance caught him off guard. "Thank you for saying that," he said, his voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling inside him. "I... I would like to take things slowly, if that's alright with you."

"of course, as slow as you need ser Lancel, whatever it takes for you to be happy and comfortable" she cooed

Lancel felt a wave of gratitude wash over him at her words. To have someone, especially his future wife, be so understanding and accommodating to his shyness and inexperience was a pleasant surprise. "You are most kind," he replied, his voice warm and filled with appreciation. "I am not used to such kindness and patience. You... you have my thanks, my lady."