Supernatural Imagines

Game of Thrones

Kings Landing feels especially hot today as the sun blazes down on the southern city. You notice the heat as you step outside the stone walls of your house, a tall building with large wooden gates and elegant stained glass windows. Most citizens of the capital would bake in the heat. The knights in their heavy armor and the ladies in their thick corsets and layered dresses stay in the castles to avoid it (amongst their other problems of course). Unlike the other proper fools, you feel quite comfortable in the heat, walking through the stony streets of the large, complex city. The sun's rays shine down on your tanned skin, making your faded freckles glow. Your golden short sleeved dress lightly drags on the ground, but you do not mind; others sit in your wardrobe back at home.

You enjoy moments of normalcy like these, but a noblewoman traipsing around the city streets without a companion attracts all kinds of danger. With that risk in mind, you keep a guard with you at all times.

"Samuel?" You turn around, looking for the large man. His shoulder length auburn locks and sharp jaw define his face, but the giant does not frighten you in the slightest. Despite the tough appearance, his caramel brown eyes are gentle.

"Yes, M'lady?" Sam pops out from around a corner. He seems distracted, but you decided it is best to leave unmentioned.

"Would you like some fruit from this stand?" You smile at him. You feel very close to Sam. Since a young age he protected you from some of the capital's more unruly subjects. "And for the last time, you may call me Y/N. No more formalities."

Sam nods. "Yes, of course M'l- Y/N. I would love a piece of fruit."

You spin around and hand a merchant a silver coin. He stuffs it in his purse and hands you two large pears. You give one to Samuel and he thanks you, displaying a respectful nod beforehand.

You continue to walk down the street, Sam only a few paces behind. Many commoners pass by, nodding their heads to you and going about their day. The dirtied faces you see make small imprints in your mind. To the left is a small blacksmith's shop. You see a young man inside banging his hammer to shape steel for armor. Further ahead is a worn down orphanage. As you pass by the entrance a swarm of children run around in the courtyard, playing with a small ball.

When you walk further you see a homeless woman sitting on the street corner, a swaddled baby in her arms. She looks up at you with despair in her eyes and you know her story without her telling it. She, among other poor and desperate,  have no source of income and nowhere else to turn.

You look down at the ripe fruit in your hand and hold it out for her to take. "Thank you M'lady," she replies timidly.

Samuel approaches from behind. He looks down with pity at the poor woman, but you are his first priority. "Would you like my pear, Y/N?"

You shake your head. "Do you know the crest of my house?"

"Of course. House Y/L/N. A leafless tree in the sun. Words: We were, we are, we will be." He seems thrown by the random query, but you continue, driven to make a point.

"Exactly. I grew up every day hearing those words and not knowing what they meant. It was only when I hit my seventeenth name day that I understood. I do not matter."

"Why would you think that?" Sam asks, a look of conflict on his face. His entire purpose is to protect you - of course you are of importance.

"It is true. When I am gone the world will keep spinning. Days will still turn to night and summer will turn to winter. But if I can make a lasting impression on those who will proceed to keep going, then I must. We are all the same, Sam. Titles do not matter to me. We were, we are, we will be."