Imagines based on characters from the Game of Thrones TV show ♥
- Jon Snow, Robb Stark, Jaime Lannister, Theon Greyjoy, Ramsay Bolton, Tyrion Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Bronn Blackwater, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane, Gendry Baratheon, Oberyn Martell...
"Are they married?" I inquired, and my handmaiden shook her head. "But, my lady, they" she began, and I swiftly interrupted, "Very well."
"Dispose of her however you see fit," I commanded, as my guard nodded. "Yes, my lady."
I always got what I wanted, and at this moment, what I desired was the Dornish prince.
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"Prince Oberyn," I acknowledged as I approached the man. "Lady Stark," he greeted. "How is the northern weather treating you?" I casually inquired.
"I would be lying if I said I preferred it to the Dornish sun, but it is quite a nice change," he replied.
"Where's your companion?" I asked, and he inquired, "Ellaria?" I nodded, and he explained, "She had to return to Dorne for some matters." I smiled, nodding in understanding.
"I was surprised you wrote," he remarked as we began walking through the snowy path. "Well, I believe it is important to have good alliances," I started.
"The Martells arguably rule over the southern region, and the Starks rule the north. Aligning ourselves strategically will help maintain a balance of power," I explained, and he listened intently.
"I must say, Lady Stark, your strategic mind is a rare gem in the North," Oberyn commented, his dark eyes locking onto mine. I couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction as I responded, "Your charm and wisdom, Prince Oberyn, are equally captivating."
The air crackled with flirtatious energy, and I found myself internally elated, realizing the subtle power I held in this conversation. His compliments were a dance of words, and I matched each step with grace.
"As for beauty," he continued, his gaze lingering on me, "Dorne's sun would enhance your radiance, you would be a vision in our golden warmth."
I chuckled lightly, teasingly responding, "Perhaps I shall have to test that theory someday."
The conversation flowed seamlessly, alternating between discussions of alliances and personal compliments. Prince Oberyn's charisma was magnetic, and I revelled in the realization that I had captured his attention.
His laughter echoed through the snowy landscape, and he remarked, "Your wit is as sharp as Valyrian steel, my lady, I find myself drawn to it."
"You are too kind," I replied, a playful glint in my eyes. The realization that this Dornish prince, known for his allure and unpredictability, was genuinely captivated by our exchange filled me with a quiet triumph.
In the quiet of Winterfell's snowy paths, alliances were forged, and perhaps something more than that, hidden beneath the surface, awaited its time to bloom.
I always got what I wanted.
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