Game of Thrones Imagines

The Hood - Part 3 - Jaime x Reader

Tyrion had spoken on her behalf when Jaime had protested, and even their father had strangely believed that this particular lady could be a good inclusion when it came to protecting the King and the royal family; but despite their support, Robert had chosen to ignore his Hand, and denied the fair lady her place.

"You know, if (Y/n) were the Hood, which I am not saying she is of course, it will take more than you to catch her. (Y/n) is far too intelligent, and far too cunning to be stopped by some simple trick or sudden incursion into the woods; she would have everything planned out in detail, and given her closeness to the small folk of the Kingswood, I'm sure that her intelligence network could rival that of Varys. If you want to prove to father and Robert that you weren't mistaken, you are going to have to take a very different tack." Tyrion said, placing a reassuring hand on his brother's arm.

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"My lady, there is someone in the hall to see you." A servant called out to (Y/n) as she practiced in the small training arena.

"Very good. Thank you Visalis, I will probably wish to continue later." (Y/n) told her sparring partner, the man bowing deeply as he left (Y/n) to clean herself up.

"Who's here to see me, Maecy?" (Y/n) asked, as she wiped the sweat from her brow, the warm morning sun beating down on the sandy arena.

"It's Ser Jaime Lannister, my lady; and he looks so handsome." The young handmaiden giggled, as (Y/n) shook her head.

"All peacocks look handsome, Maecy, but underneath all that finery is just another scrawny bird that's good for nothing." (Y/n) said, as she followed the woman inside.

Maecy stopped her lady as they got to the large door to the hall, turning around to make sure that (Y/n) at least looked respectable.

"You should try and look your best my lady, I'm sure that Ser Jaime does not call on a lady every day." Maecy said, trying desperately to push the stray strands of hair behind (Y/n)'s ears, as (Y/n) pushed her hands away.

"I have no intention whatsoever of looking my best for that oaf; he can take me as he finds me, this is my home, and if he doesn't like it, he can scurry off back to Kings Landing." (Y/n) said defiantly as she pushed open the doors to the hall and walked inside.

"Good morning Ser Jaime, and to what do I owe the dubious honour of having you call on me this fine day?" (Y/n) asked, as Jaime turned around, staring at her as she brushed her damp hair back over her head.

"I beg your forgiveness my lady, I did not know that I would be interrupting anything." Jaime said, finding himself becoming more and more intrigued by the woman that had just slumped down in a chair in front of him, unceremoniously kicking off her dirty boots, not seeming to give a damn about Jaime's reputation, or who he was. He hadn't really had the opportunity to fully appreciate the woman before him when she had been berating him in front of the King, but now that he was here he could fully appreciate that she was not only highly skilled, but also an incredible beauty, and that despite that fact that she was sweaty and dirty from her practice, she was still stunning beyond words.

"Believe me Ser Jaime, you would always be interrupting me. Now, why are you here?" (Y/n) scoffed, as Jaime began to feel a little uncomfortable under her gaze.

He didn't know what it was, normally he would be the confident one in any given situation, normally he would be the one commanding the scene, all eyes on him; but in this case it was definitely the lady that was in charge.

"I have come to apologise. Tyrion told me that it was you that was to become a Kingsguard, and because of me you didn't; I have come to admit that I made a mistake." Jaime said, taking a seat across from (Y/n) who chuckled softly.

"Too little, too late I am afraid; and just out of interest who made you come here, your father, brother....... the King? And do I also get an apology for the other day, for being manhandled and accused of being an outlaw?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as suddenly Jaime seemed to make a stand.

"I came here because I believed that it was the right thing to do, from what Tyrion has told me about you, I realise that I made a mistake about you becoming a Kingsguard; but as far as you being wrongly accused of being The Hood, I know that I did not make mistake, I know that you are the outlaw." Jaime said, as (Y/n) got to her feet and drew up close enough to him that the two were nearly nose to nose.

"You come to my home under the pretence of apologising, but then in the same breath you accuse me of being a criminal, something for which you have no proof. If you really believe that I am this Hood, may I suggest that you prove it, Kingslayer; until then, I would like you to leave my home." (Y/n) growled, as the Kingsguard and the lady glared at one another.

As Jaime turned to make his way from the hall, (Y/n) called out. "Oh, and from what I know of the Hood, it will take more than the likes of you to catch them. KINGSLAYER!"

Jaime mounted his horse, taking a look up at the great house before he turned to leave; one way or another he was going to prove that this Lady Fell was the Hood, one way or another, the lion was going to have the last word.