Lancel Lannister Imagines

Little Lady Lannister

Lancel arrives back to his chamber prepared to pack for his journey to Darry Castle his new home. Once the Lannisters took Darry, Tywin thought it best for Lancel to gain some experience in being a lord, to gather the mindset of it all after so long as a squire and knight in the Red Keep, and Tywin had some larger plans for him. Lancel did think it was somewhat to keep him safe and out of the way while he still recovered from his injuries from Blackwater.

However, as he arrives, he is taken aback when the young lady Y/n Baratheon stands in his chambers. Lady Y/n was Stannis' eldest daughter, living at court under King Robert's protection kept here by Tywin and the small council. She wore her usual yellow dress with black embroidery, her hair in a long braid,

"My lady?" He asked, "What are you doing in my chambers?"

"Lord Tywin send me Ser Lancel" She softly bowed offering him a scroll sealed with the Lannister crest,

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He took the scroll from Y/n, he broke the seal and unrolled it, scanning its contents with interest.

"Ah, yes... the official paperwork, I'm to report to Darry Castle immediately, begin my duties as lord, and take Lady-" He trailed of a little in shock as he read over the words, "I uhh I am to... uhh"

"Take me with you," she smiled softly,

"Yes, I am to uhh... take you with me as you uhh-"

"I come with the castle Ser Lancel"

A slow smile spread across his face as he realized the implications of Y/n's words. He felt excited at the prospect of having her accompany him to Darry Castle. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he processed the news. He couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at the idea of being married off to a Baratheon, especially one as beautiful and intriguing as Y/n.

"Well, well, well...it seems fate has decided our future for us," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. He walked towards her, his movements fluid and deliberate, his eyes locked onto hers. "Darry may be my title for now, but I have no doubt that Casterly Rock will soon be mine," he whispered, his voice husky with anticipation.

she nodded with a sweet smile not wishing to say anything that might be a little... Treasonous

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, seeming to appreciate her caution. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.

"Don't worry, my dear, you're safe with me," his voice was low and soothing, filled with reassurance. His thumb caressed her skin, tracing the shape of her jawline. "We'll discuss this further on our journey to Darry, but for now, let's just enjoy each other's company,"

she nodded "the caravan is to depart at sunset... Should perhaps you pack ser Lancel?" She glanced around his very unpacked room

He chuckled, the sound low and husky, as he gazed around his cluttered chambers. His eyes met Y/n's, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. "Oh, I think I can manage to pack what I need," he began to rummage through his belongings, tossing clothes and items into a haphazard pile, he shot her a glance over his shoulder. "But tell me, my dear, do you have any preference for travel arrangements?"

"No ser I have no preference" she answered "Whatever is easiest"

He grinned, pleased by her willingness to adapt. "Excellent," he said, his hands moving quickly as he packed a small satchel with essentials. "We'll have a pair of guards accompanying us, and I've ordered a fine carriage to convey us to Darry."

"a Lannister carriage?" she asked an excited tone to her voice,

A self-satisfied smirk spread across his face as he nodded. "Yes, a Lannister carriage," he repeated, his voice dripping with pride. "It's one of the finest in the Seven Kingdoms, adorned with gold and crimson velvet. It's a symbol of our family's wealth and status."

"Our?"

"Our." He nodded, He paused, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And besides, I thought it fitting that we arrive at Darry in style, considering our... union,"

she nodded "of course, and I am sure we will have to have new banners and decorations made for Darry castle once we arrive"

His grin grew wider, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the room. "Exactly," he exclaimed, his enthusiasm evident. "Darry Castle will soon bear the sigil of House Lannister, and I intend to make it shine like the Golden Lion himself." He took a step closer to Y/n, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want Darry to be a testament to our love, a beacon of hope and prosperity for the people who call it home." His eyes locked onto hers, burning with passion and desire.

she nodded with a wide smile "of course to bring honour to yourself and your house. And show your uncle your readiness to be named heir of Casterly Rock"

A flicker of tension danced across his features, but he quickly regained his composure, a calculating glint entering his eyes. "Indeed," he replied, his voice measured and controlled. "My uncle Tywin expects nothing but excellence from those under his roof, and I aim to prove myself worthy of the title." He leaned in closer, his breath whispering against Y/n's ear. "But there's more at stake than just my inheritance," his voice dropped to a husky whisper. "There's...us." His fingers trailed down Y/n's neck, sending shivers coursing through her body. "In private chambers, where the shadows dance and the fire crackles," he whispered, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "That's where our true power lies, don't you think?" He pulled back, his eyes blazing with intensity as he grasped her hand, drawing her close. "The throne may be won by blood and steel, but true mastery is achieved in the darkness, where only whispers remain." With a fluid motion, he pulled her body close, he bit back a moan feeling her body against his, knowing she was going to be his to explore and pleasure,

"I... Am not sure what you mean ser Lancel" she blushed,

His grip on her hand tightened, "You're playing coy, little one," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "I know exactly what I'm saying. In the shadows, where the masks come off and the games begin... that's where we truly rule." He growled pinning her against the cold stone wall as his mouth crashed down upon hers, their lips meeting in a fierce, hungry kiss.

She gasped but kissed back holding his doublet with a tense excited grip,

"No pretenses, no titles, no expectations," he growled, tearing away from her lips to trail kisses down her throat. "Just us, lost in the darkness, with nothing but our desires guiding us."

"you mean when we're are too..." She blushed

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her entire body as he pressed closer, his chest brushing against hers. "Don't try to deflect, little one," he whispered, his lips tracing a path along her jawline. "We both know what I'm getting at. The game of thrones may be played with swords and strategy, but the real power lies in the shadows...and in each other's arms." His hands slipped beneath her skirts, his fingers dancing across the sensitive skin of her thighs as he pulled her closer.

she nodded "I uhh I expect then that you have uhh... Hopes for us and our uhh... Lineage"

A sly smile spread across his face, "Oh, I have hopes," he purred, his voice dripping with confidence. "Huge ones. I envision a dynasty born of fire and steel, with the Lannisters reigning supreme for generations to come." he growled down at her, "And I see you, Y/n...at my side, bearing children who will one day inherit the Iron Throne."

She blushed harder, "If that is what my husband demands of me,"

"Ohh... I demand it little one." He smirked giving her one more kiss, "Come. we must begin our journey... I must at least get you in the carriage before I lay you on your back all night," He smirked wrapping his arm around her and slapping her ass as he leads her from his chambers.