My Favorite Game Of Thrones Imagines/Preferences

Tommen Baratheon imagine

Growing up with the Lannisters were both a blessing and a curse. The Queen is always mad when a ward like you plays too close with her children, though sometimes the late King would permit you and would happily play with his children. A year younger than Tommen, he would always protect you from Joffrey. Myrcella was as kind as Tommen, and she enjoyed playing with you. Years passed by and all of you grew up as fine ladies and lords. Your family came to visit you sometimes, when your name day comes.

Looking through your keep, you looked at the gorgeous jewels you seldom wore in King’s Landing. Your hand brushed a pearl necklace, another one with full tiny rubies and another with emeralds.

“The emeralds would look beautiful on you.”

Surprised, you turned around. There he was, dressed in soft green velvet and white silks. His hair swept to the side and his green eyes shining. “Gods,” you said. “You have to knock when you come in, you know that Tommen?”

He laughed and grabbed the emeralds. “May I?” You turned around and you felt his hands brush through your bare neck. You were also dressed in green velvet and silks, just like him. He turned you around and fix the incrusted emerald on a tasseled necklace. “You look very beautiful.”

You blushed, your cheeks visibly red. You chuckled nervously and you saw him looking down at you. “Thank you, Tommen.”

He moved in closer and you felt his hands creeping through your shoulders, until he placed them on both sides of your neck. You felt his breathe fan against your face as he lowered his lips and-

“My lord and my lady, shall we go?” A servant asked, unaware of what’s happening. She smiled at you and grabbed your hand. “My lady, how beautiful you are today. And you too, Prince Tommen.”

“Ah, yes thank you,” his hands fumbling and he grabbed on his tunic to fix it, “I should go, Mother would be looking for me.”

The servant bowed as he made his exit. As he left, she squealed in delight and fixed your hair. “My lady, I know that you know this. Our Prince Tommen likes you.”

“Please, no!” you laughed. “Friends are what we are.”

“And friends can turn into something more.” She winked. “Now, shall we go? Your banners and parents are down waiting for you.”

As you were descending your chambers with Lily, your servant, you looked and you saw your parents. They looked older, but so much happier. They hugged you and kissed you. You sat with them as the Lannisters and your house celebrated your name day. Fifteen is how old you are now. House Tyrells were also there, to celebrate and to ally next to the Lannisters. The day ended with a smile on your face. You went and rested and then you heard a knock.

Tommen entered, with a little box on his hand. He sat beside you on your bed and handed you the box. You opened it, and you saw a ring with giant diamond in the middle. “A gift for you,” he whispered. “For friendship and for love.”

Looking at how the diamond shone in the bright sunlight, you remembered his words. “For friendship and for love.” You remembered it very clearly, how he said it and how the words echoed throughout the room. “For love.” He still showed his love for you even if he was to marry Margaery, a girl from the Tyrells. She was a pretty little thing, grace and beauty and intelligence is what the gods gave her. She was a girl suited for Tommen, yet it hurts you whenever you see them together. She laughs at his jokes and even kisses him sometimes on the cheek. That was supposed to be you, you thought.

“For love?” you asked yourself. “Why does it hurt, then?”

You looked down at the vast view of the city. The streets filled with people, drinking and laughing. The children playing at the plaza. The Sept beautifully in the heart of the city. You stood on the balcony, dressed in your finest gown and your most favorite necklace, the emeralds. You held up for hand, the diamond shining. “For love.” You closed your eyes and closed them in front of you. Feeling the cool wind air of the city, you felt the air swooped in your feet and you jumped from the window.

“No!” He grabbed you the arm and both of you fell down in a heap inside your room. “No.”

He was on top of you, his hands roaming your face, and wiping your tears you didn’t even know was there. “What are you doing?”  He felt tears on his face, yet made no move to wipe them.

He leaned in and you felt his sweet lips you longed for years. The sweet lips that had made you smile and laugh. “Margaery and I are no more,” he whispered against your lips. “For love,” he started. “It’s you who I love.”

You caressed his face and a small smile crept on your face. “You do?”

“I do, very much.” he whispered. “I love you. I want to be with you. It’s you.”

You kissed him softly, “I love you.”

He hugged you and held you close to him. He lifted your diamond ring, and he said it once again. Those sweet words, you whispered to yourself. He kissed the ring, and kissed your forehead. You felt his heart beat as fast as yours. “For love, it’s you who I love.”