Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Jealous - Theon x Reader

Theon could feel his hands clench into fists as he watched her, watch him. As he stood there and looked on, while she ogled the captain of her father's household guard. A man that was little more than a common soldier, in his eyes. His anger only growing, as he heard her let out a sigh; one of those, happy, contented sighs of hers. The ones that she would allow to leave her lips, as she sat under the weirwood tree, in the godswood; with her fur cloak wrapped around her body, protecting her from the cold.

In truth, he should be out there; he should be training along with Robb and Snow. But he had told himself that if he had to look at the captain, who seemed glaringly oblivious to the love that the lady had for him, without him even having to try; then he might just attempt to do Cassel some serious damage.

"If you continue to keep watching him like that, people will begin to talk....." (Y/n) almost jumping out of her skin, as Theon crept up behind her. The lady merely rolling her eyes before turning her attention back to her brothers and Jory. Ignoring the angry tone in Theon's voice.

"What are you talking about now, Theon.......?" Her arms crossing over her chest, as the young Greyjoy came to stand in front of her; a smug smile making its way onto his lips, as he blocked her view.

"Cassel......You have been stood here watching ever since he started the practice with Robb and Jon. You are practically drooling...it's pathetic..." Theon chuckled harshly. His annoyance growing all the more, as he saw the soft pink blush that had come to her cheeks.

"Are you out of your mind...? I wasn't staring at anyone, let alone Jory. All I am doing is watching my brothers train....."

"In that case, why are your eyes always where the captain is, and never where Robb and Jon are......" The kraken chuckling again, as he saw the irritation in (Y/n)'s eyes. He always knowing how to irk the oldest daughter of Lord Stark. Theon having been teasing her, from almost the moment that he had arrived at Winterfell, after his father, Balon's, failed rebellion. It how the scared little boy had first managed to get the attention of the shy young northern beauty. She never seeming to notice him unless he was teasing her or pulling on her braid. Theon craving her attention now, as much as he did then. And he would do what he had to, to get it. Even if she hated him.

"If that is what you see, may I suggest that you go and see Maestre Luwin, because he needs to check your eyes......." (Y/n) huffed in reply, before turning to get away from him. She not in the mood for any of Theon's so called 'jests' or remarks. The lady about to make her way back into the castle, until she found her arm caught.

"Why do you look at a man like Cassel, when you could have any man you want.......when you could have me......" The son of Balon growled, as he pulled (Y/n) to him. His grip on her wrist, tightening. He thinking back to last night, and his time with the whore. To the many other times that he had been to see the likes of Ros. She, nor the others seeming to mind when he would call out (Y/n)'s name as he came. They not caring that he would close his eyes and imagine that the woman beneath him, was the daughter of the Lord Paramount of the North. One of the women even sounding enough like (Y/n) to his ears, that when he had had to watch the lady once again, looking at the younger Cassel; Theon would ask for that whore in particular, wanting to believe that it was the lady that was calling out his name. That it was (Y/n) begging him to take her. It feeling for a moment that she was more interested in him, than a simple captain of the guards. That in truth, she might even be able to love him.

"Theon......" Her voice pulling him back from his thoughts, as she yanked her wrists from his grip.

"Jory......Jory is one of the best men I know. He is loyal to my father, my family. He is good, patient and kind, and I know that he would sacrifice himself for me.....for any Stark, without a moment's thought. He is the type of man that any woman would think herself lucky to call hers.......Whereas you.......you are just a sad, immature little boy, playing at being a man. A shadow of what Jory is. And my eyes would never look to you......." The lady retorted, then turning, and doing her best to put some distance between them.

"He was with a whore last night.....you know that don't you.....your good man......I saw him. He seems to like it rough, from what from what the girls told me. More than one woman has come out of a room with him, sporting bruises......But maybe that's why you like him......you like it rough too......" The young lord called after her. He knowing that his words would catch her attention. That she would react. The oldest daughter of Ned and Catelyn back in front of him, before he had even realised it; his head thrown violently to the side, as she slapped him across the face.

"How dare you....how dare you try and drag Jory's reputation down to your level. You can lie all you like, Theon. You can come up with any fanciful story that you wish. But if I had to, I would choose Jory.....hells, I would choose my own horse, before I looked to you......" (Y/n) retorted. She not about to tell the petulant boy that she was so confident that the captain hadn't been with a whore, because he had been with her. Jory her handsome, silent guarding. He sitting, without complaint, as she read in the library until the late hours. She not about to tell Theon that it was on one of those similar nights, that she had realised that she was in love with the captain. (Y/n) choosing instead to just glare that the young Greyjoy, before this time leaving him. His jealousy only growing, as he looked between her retreating figure and Cassel. Theon swearing that one way or another, (Y/n) would be his; even if he had to take over Winterfell to get her.