You were sitting alone at a table in the library, flipping through a book about the dragons that had once lived here in King's Landing. They had always been interesting to you, and you were sure you had been in this very position, huddled over the pages of the same thick, old book just days before. You heard the doors behind you open and knew you would soon be heading out to meet with the King in his court. Your cousin had demanded that you called him the King rather than his given name, and though you mentally rolled your eyes at the sheer size of his ego you had complied out of fear of how he would react if you disobeyed his order. You held up a hand to keep the person who had entered silent as you finished your page and quickly spoke when you heard them coming closer.
"If you put your hands on me I will break them," you told them and you heard a light snort of laughter, though you could tell he had stopped coming towards you. After you finished your page, you slowly shut the book, standing and turning to face the man behind you. "Gregor, it's good to see you," you started, smiling sweetly at the large man. "Has the King asked for me?" you asked and he simply nodded. He wasn't one to talk too often and you had quickly grown used to it, even if you continued to try and tempt him into speaking with you. "How is our King this morning? Should I be wary?" you spoke again and he raised an eyebrow at you as he looked at you out of the side of his eyes, causing you to let out a small laugh. You both knew that there was never a time to stop being wary, where your cousin was involved.
You remained quiet for the rest of the walk to the main hall, wondering why Joffrey would want your company after seeing you just yesterday. You were still racking your brain when you reached the large wooden doors, and you paused quickly looking at Gregor with a large fake smile on your face. "Wish me luck," you spoke in an overly cheerful voice, trying to calm yourself as he once again gave you a slight nod in response, before opening the doors for you to enter.
"Y/N," Joffrey announced from his Throne at the centre of the room, watching with the rest of his people as you made your way over to him with Gregor trailing behind you, your fake smile still plastered on your face as you greeted him.
"Your Grace, you're looking well," you uttered, offering a small curtsey in his direction. You had quickly learned to tell him what he wanted to hear rather than behaving normally, and giving him an ego boost seemed like your best bet. You were right of course and you could tell from the smirk on his face.
"I have some wonderful news for you." He paused as he turned to smile at Petyr Baelish, who was stood beside him. You felt concern bloom in your stomach, you had never been Little Finger's biggest fan, he was a horrible man and tried to avoid him in the Red Keep at all cost. "You are to be married," Joffrey told you and the fake smile fell from your face, quickly replaced by a very real frown. "Your wedding to Petyr will be in a fortnight," he spoke again, stopping when he saw you silently shaking your head. "What is the matter, Cousin?" he asked with raised eyebrows, almost challenging you to speak against him.
"I will not marry him, and you cannot make me," you spat through gritted teeth as you glared at the two men in front of you, and a chorus of chatter broke out in the room as people expressed their surprise at your outburst. You could see the anger burning in Joffrey's eyes as he rose to his feet and you felt Gregor move closer behind you.
"Ser Meryn, I think my cousin needs to be taught a lesson. Why don't you show her what happens when people disobey their King?" he uttered, letting out a small chuckle as the anger drained from his face, leaving him with a shit eating grin as you glared up at him. You didn't move your eyes from your cousin as the other man stalked over to you, closing the space quickly as he drew his weapon, but he didn't reach you as Gregor took a step in front of you.
"Move, Clegane," the man grunted as he stared up at your protector, who was miles bigger and stronger than he was. "The King's orders are final," he spoke again, becoming desperate as he watched Gregor's hand reach for the sword sheathed at his waist. They both knew that Meryn Trant would lose if they were to spar but he could not stand down unless he was told to by Joffrey, and your glare quickly changed into a smile as you watched the King notice this.
"Gregor Clegane, I order you to move," he yelled but he was swiftly ignored as Gregor kept his eyes on Ser Meryn, making sure he couldn't hurt you. The speaking in the crowd was now a loud roar that ran throughout the circle of people as they watched you move towards their King, Gregor following you, keeping his body turned to face the other knight.
As you reached the bottom of the steps, you spat on the stone floor lifting your head to make eye contact with Joffrey. "You are a fool to think you can control me, or anyone for that matter," you growled at him. "You are a spoilt child and nothing more," you continued, clear enough for everyone in the room to hear you as you watched him grow angrier where he stood. "Now," you said in a falsely cheery voice. "It's time that I were leaving, don't you think?" you told him with a small smile, looking up at the red faced King who simply nodded slightly as you turned to leave the room. "Thank you, Your Grace, for allowing me to bask in your presence," you added as you reached the doors.
"Clegane," Joffrey's voice came from behind you and you hesitated with him, wanting to hear what he had to say. "You're a traitor. Take him to the dungeons," he announced but no one moved to come after the larger man.
"I don't work for you, I work for your grandfather. He has asked me to protect Y/N, and you can take up any issue you have with the way I am doing my job with him," he grunted out before putting his hand on your back to push you from the room. "You should stay in your chambers until your Grandfather gets back from Harrenhall. I suggest you write him and ask him to cut his trip short," he told you as he moved you quickly through the halls.
"What about you?" you questioned, continuing when he looked at you in confusion. "I think Joffrey is more angry with you than he is with me, so who will protect you from his soldiers?" you told him as you finally reached your chamber door making him let out a small snort of laughter.
"I will be here with you, I'm sure you can protect me," he joked and you rolled your eyes at him as he closed the door behind the two of you. "Get to writing the letter so that we don't have to stay cooped up like hens," he told you, pointing at your desk against the wall on the other side of the room.
"Grandfather won't be happy with me," you told him as you quickly scrawled a message onto the parchment. "I hardly acted like a Lady, he tells me I'm worse than the common folk," you added as you signed your name, waving the parchment to try and dry the ink quicker.
"Maybe he should encourage you to stick up for yourself, rather than worrying about you behaving like a lady," he uttered as he stood beside the door, watching as you sealed the letter with the wax Lannister sigil. He noticed you weren't answering him and moved closer to you. "Anyhow," he announced as he put a hand on your shoulder causing you to look up at him, "Ladies are boring, you are much more entertaining," he told you and you gave him a small smile as you covered his large hand with your small one.
"I have to send this," you told him holding up the letter in your other hand and waving it about. "I'll have to go down to the courtyard," you added and he raised one of his eyebrows at you as he scoffed.
"I know it's common knowledge that I quite enjoy putting a sword through people, but I'd rather not have to do it in front of you. I don't want you to think of me that way," he told you as he pulled the letter from your hand. "Lock the door, only answer it to me," he told you and you gave him a quick nod before flinging your arms around him.
"Don't go getting yourself killed," you told him, gripping him in a tight hug, your arms barely able to fit around his chest. His hand came down to rest lightly on your back, as if he was scared you would snap in half if he held you properly.
"I'll be fine, don't worry your pretty little head," he laughed, pulling you off of him to move to the door. He paused for a moment before pulling it open and heading outside, quickly glancing back to notice your sad expression. "I'll be back soon, I promise," he told you softly, his voice serious as he stared at you, watching as you nodded at him quickly before shutting and locking the door behind him.
You had tried to settle your worry, as you waited for Gregor to return to your chambers, flipping through pages of books you had already read and attempting to put some final stitches into the dress you had been working on as you usually would, but nothing seemed to work. You ended up sitting in a wooden chair facing the door, waiting and praying for the knock to come and his deep voice to follow it. When the knock came you were too anxious to wait for his voice, quickly crossing the room to unlock and open the door only to be met by Ser Meryn. As soon as you noticed who was standing in front of you, you attempted to shut the door again, but he was stronger than you were and easily pushed it open, striding into your chambers.
"The King sends his love," he grunted as he slapped you across the face, sending you to the stone floor with a yelp that sounded like a trodden on dog. As he came closer to you, you tried to back away from him and as he pulled his hand back to deliver another blow he was pulled off balance. Tears clouded your eyes as you watched Gregor hold him against the wall by his throat.
"If you lay a hand on her again I'll kill you, you can tell your King the same thing," Gregor growled in his face, watching as Ser Meryn frantically nodded his understanding before he was dropped back to his feet quickly scurrying out through the door, clutching at his bruising throat. Gregor's face softened as he look down at you and he quickly came to kneel in front of you. "I'm sorry, he uttered, pausing for a moment. "I should have been here," he told you watching as your eyebrows knitted together.
"You stopped him, that's all that matters," you told him in confusion but you noticed why he was upset when his hand moved to touch your cheek. You leant into his palm, the coolness of it soothing the sting from the hit you had taken. "It hardly hurts," you murmured, "he hits like a girl," you added making him let out a small chuckle.
"I don't know what I would have done if he'd hurt you," he told you, giving you a soft smile before noticing his hand still pressed to your face, quickly withdrawing it and letting it fall to his side.
In an attempt to lighten the mood, you got to your feet, pacing across the stone floor as you spoke aloud. "I can't believe he wanted me to marry Petyr Baelish, he's a creep," you muttered and he shook his head as he watched you move around the room.
"He's a rich lord, he'd give you a good life," Gregor grunted out and you looked at him like he had just told you he enjoyed fucking dogs rather than girls, causing him to let out another laugh at your expression.
"He's a rich Lord because he makes young girls sleep with married men for money," you told him with a scoff. "He's not my type."
"Well then, what is your type? Handsome Princes from far off lands?" he asked you, watching as you rolled your eyes at his comment.
"I prefer real men over self-entitled children," you chuckled coming to a stop in front of him and smiling up at him. He blushed furiously as you held back a chuckle, before moving on again.
"You are far too innocent to marry a real man," he joked as he sat on the end of your bed, watching as you paused in your movements to look at him before changing course, moving towards him and shoving him in the chest, causing him to laugh at you.
You leant into him, letting out a breathy chuckle as he stiffened. "Who said I was too innocent?" you uttered, pressing your chest to his as his hands came down to rest on your hips.
"If you carry on this way, I won't be able to stop myself from having you," he whimpered as you leant further into him, stretching up to press a kiss to his lips, making him release a small groan. You bit down on his bottom lip as he pulled away from you, trying to encourage him. "As much as I would love to, I can't. No lord will want to marry you if your maidenhead is gone." As he finished speaking he stood up with you in his arms before dropping you onto the bed and stalking away to the other side of the room to compose himself.
"Aren't you a Lord?" you questioned him with a small smile. "If it's because you want me to wait until marriage we can marry tonight," you added and he scoffed at you.
"You deserve far better than me," he told you and you rose to your feet crossing the room to wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face into his back.
"I don't want better, I want you. You're the only person in the whole of Westeros who doesn't want to change me, I like spending time with you and I want to be with you," you told him as you went on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his neck. You could almost feel his composure slip away as he sank into the touch of your lips before turning to face you.
"Gods, you are perfect," he spoke before lifting you up to his lips quickly joining them as you wrapped your legs around his body his hands resting on your backside to keep you from falling.
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