Game of thrones x reader Imagines/Headcanons/Oneshots

Sandor x Tyrell!reader - You truly are something else (5/6)

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x reader

Warnings: self doubts, one or two slightly sexual references and Joffrey being Joffrey in the future chapters

Summary: You're the younger sister of Margaery Tyrell and you accompany her to Kingslanding. Since you are a child you feel inferior to your sister and the fact that she is about to get married once again doesn't really help to build your self-confidence. You dream of a man who loves you for who you are and makes you feel special but are you able to find love in a city reigned by a tyrant like Joffrey?

A/n: This is my first game of thrones series, so I hope it's alright. There will probably be six or seven chapters. Sandor is likely to be very ooc, so please be gracious.

Important: Sandor didn't leave Kingslanding during the battle of blackwater in this story.

(Pictures aren't mine)

Your POV:

You manage to avoid Joffrey the last two days. Most of the day you either read in the library (one of the few benefits in Kingslanding) or spend time in your chambers.

But one morning the unavoidable happens and a servant lets you know the king is waiting for you in the throne room. It's not necessary to know what he wants to understand that is has to be something bad.

On your way to the throne room you try to think about everything he could possibly want from you. Is this just another meeting to talk bad about you? Or something else entirely?

It feels like hours pass until you finally reach the throne room and stand before the bastard king. Like expected he greets you with his false smile making it hard for you to not say something treacherous which you would regret later.

'Dear (y/n), I'm glad you made it.'

God, how you hate him. You try to ignore Sandor standing next to the throne in his shining amour (which makes him look even more handsome), the last thing you need is a distraction right now.

'You're here for a reason today. You will be a part of my family soon and since I was a child I was told to care about my family and to support them the best way I can.'

You have to laugh inwardly at that. Since he was a child? Like he isn't one anymore. Does he really see himself as a man? By the gods, how can a person be this blind.

'I have to say that I value these lessons deeply and I try my best to live by my parents words. And that, my deer (y/n), is exactly the reason why I have a little surprise for you.'

You have no idea what he has planned but it couldn't be something good. Without a way to stop it you begin to panic a bit, this sadistic child is truly unpredictable after all. The worst thing is that no matter what he demands, it will happen. There is no way for you to stop it because he is the king. And a king always gets what he wants.

One glace at Sandor tells you that he doesn't know anything about Joffreys idea either, he looks surprised about you being here and for a moment you swear you see worry in his eyes.

'Don't be afraid, you won't be a shame for your family any longer because I personally found you a suitable husband. You will marry him in a week.'

Wait, what? You begin to panic immediately. His statement shocked you enough to let you freeze for a few moments. He can't be serious, can he? Does your grandmother know about this arrangement? Does it even matter? Would she really be able to change the kings mind if she knew?

How can he do this to you? All your life you did your best to deny your grandmother's marriage offers and now your king just forces you to marry a stranger because he feels like it.

But what can you do? You can't really refuse the proposal. That would be treason after all.

'And who exactly do you want me to marry?'

You try your best to sound calm and collected, not like you're nearly about to cry and scream at the same time, but your shaky voice gives you away.

To be honest, you don't even want to know who he wants you to marry. You have the feeling it won't be a nice lord who's priority it is to make you feel comfortable.

'His name is Euron Greyjoy. He's a few years older but that shouldn't be a problem. You not only guarantee your family and your king access to powerful ships but also avert an upcoming rebellion from house Greyjoy. You should better be thankful for this opportunity.'

This has to be a joke. Euron Greyjoy? You heard stories about him murdering his uncle to gain more power and cutting the tongue out of everyone of his crew. You don't know whether or not the stories are true but you wouldn't be surprised.

How can he marry you off to someone like that? What did you do to deserve this? Are you really worth nothing more than this? Living alongside a brutal pirate far away from your home for the rest of your life?

Your silence doesn't seem to please Joffrey, so he reminds you again to thank him for his help.

'You should be happy. That's the best I got for an ugly maiden like you. Maybe he isn't the most gentle husband but at least he doesn't seem to be too picky.'

With that he starts laughing at his own oh so hilarious joke, not even caring how humiliating this is for you. Tears settle in your eyes once again and you hate yourself for being so weak. You can't let him see you cry. If you cry, he'll wins.

'Well not everyone can be an as required wife as your sister. You should be grateful a worthless girl like you gets to create an alliance with her wedding. At least something in your life has a purpose now.'

Him speaking like this to you, with his arrogant smile and degrading choice of words, is too much for you. Before you can stop it the first tears flow.

Ashamed, you look at the floor.

'Thank you, my king. Would you please excuse me,' you answer after another moment of silence with a shaky voice. As always, your quiet voice reveals your feelings, showing everyone how embarrassed and humiliated you truly feel.

With that you turn around without waiting for an answer. You just want to leave the throne room as fast as possible.

Nearly arrived at the door Joffrey speaks once again.

'Did I allow you to leave, (y/n)? Because I'm sure I would remember that. Why don't you come here again and we will talk about your wedding. There isn't much time left after all. I thought there should definitely be some awesome fights as entertainment. You will marry a wild creature after all, you should be prepared,' he mentions while you reluctantly make your way back to the throne, secretly wipping your eyes in the process.

'I wonder if he's just as wild in the bedroom as he is while killing people just for the fun of it. Well, but I guess you will find out soon.'

You don't know why but Joffrey really does his best to make you suffer. All you want to do is cry once more but before you have the chance to embarrass yourself any further Sandor steps in front of you.

'I think she had enough for one day, my king.'

You notice how he tries to let his voice sound steady and calm but his stature alone surely has to be kind of frightening for Joffrey.

'Oh, and who exactly asked for your opinion, dog? I couldn't care any less about what you think. And I'm your king. How dare you to talk to me like this?'

At the end Joffrey nearly screamed, his ears already start to get red from anger.

Shit, this can't end well. You would have never imagined Sandor standing up for you, but here you are. He stands before you, his usual serious look on his face, speaking against his king in your favour.

'I can't let this behaviour be unpunished, can I? What kind of king would allow his subjects to speak to him like that?'

He clearly feels threaten in his authority.

'You care oh so much about (y/n)'s welfare? Well that's too bad. Guards, take her to a cell. She won't leave the prison until her wedding.'