Imagine Book 2

Steam and Wine- Doreah (Game of Thrones)

As requested by GamingBros713! Male Y/N

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The dim glow of lanterns cast a warm, flickering light across the grand bathing chamber. The air was heavy with the scent of lavender and rose oil, and steam curled upward from the large, stone-crafted tub, creating a veil of mist. Y/N, a loyal warrior in Daenerys Targaryen's service, had found a rare moment of reprieve. His muscled frame rested against the edge of the tub, the water lapping gently at his chest.

His mind was restless, however. Thoughts of a certain Lysene handmaiden kept intruding, her laughter and soft-spoken words a welcome echo in his memory. Doreah had bewitched him from the moment they met, though he'd never dare speak it aloud.

The chamber door creaked open, and Y/N turned his head, droplets of water clinging to his hair. Doreah stepped inside, balancing a tray with a carafe of wine and a single goblet. Her soft hair caught the lantern light, shimmering like sunlight on the sea.

"I brought the Dornish red you like," she said, her voice soft but carrying a note of warmth that sent a thrill through Y/N.

"You didn't have to," he replied, his tone rougher than intended, though he softened it with a smile.

Doreah set the tray on a low table by the tub, her movements graceful. "You've had a long day," she said, glancing at him briefly before lowering her gaze. "I thought you could use a little comfort."

"Thank you," Y/N said, his voice gentler now. "You always seem to know what I need."

She blushed at his words, a faint pink colouring her cheeks. She turned as if to leave, but Y/N's voice stopped her.

"Doreah."

She turned back, her eyes meeting his.

"Would you like to join me?"

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint trickle of water as it rippled in the tub. Her eyes widened slightly, then softened, lighting up with a mix of surprise and something more.

"If you'd like me to," she said, her voice almost a whisper.

Y/N nodded, his heart thudding in his chest. "I'd like that very much."

She hesitated only briefly before reaching up to unfasten the delicate ties of her gown. Y/N looked away respectfully, but when she stepped into the tub, the water swirling around her, he couldn't help but glance at her face. She was smiling—shy but radiant.

As she settled opposite him, the tension between them seemed to melt, replaced by a soothing warmth, both from the water and the closeness they now shared.

"I've never done this before," Doreah admitted, brushing her fingers along the water's surface.

"What? Relaxed?" Y/N teased, earning a soft laugh from her.

"Relaxed with you," she clarified, her cheeks flushing again.

Y/N felt his chest tighten at her words. "I'm glad you're here," he said quietly, his voice thick with sincerity.

Their conversation meandered, each word peeling away the walls they had carefully built between them. They spoke of their dreams, their fears, and the weight of their respective duties. As the steam swirled around them, Y/N found himself staring into her eyes, unable to look away.

"I have to tell you something," Doreah said at last, her voice trembling slightly.

"Tell me," Y/N urged, his heart racing.

"I've... cared for you, for some time now," she admitted, her eyes dropping to the water. "But I didn't know if you felt the same."

Y/N reached across the space between them, his fingers brushing against hers beneath the water. "I do," he said, his voice steady. "More than you know."