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Arya Stark x female Tyrell reader
Reader is a Tyrell cousin in this and lives at Highgarden.
After arriving in High Garden Arya decided that the whole Tyrell family was really too sincere for their own good, well aside from the Lady Olenna. Willas had inquired after Sanaa’s well-being and if he still hoped to wed Arya’s sister he kept it to himself, more than happy to content himself to peppering Arya with questions about Direwolves and their habits. He seemed fascinated and she had noted the affection he lavished on his dogs and the pride he had in his hawks. She had decided that if he did want to marry Sansa it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Garlan had been equally friendly although less interested in subjects she cared about.
Now, Arya stood scowling in the vast banquet hall at Highgarden. It was too warm in the Reach for the furs and leathers she preferred to wear. Instead she was in a deep green dress that reached her midcalf and dark leggings. She was grateful for that much at least. The dress was relatively plain and it still allowed her freedom of movement albeit less than her own clothes from home would have. She knew that Sansa was right, as a Stark she was the best choice for an ambassador. The pride of the Tyrells would have been insulted had Sansa sent another. But that didn’t mean she had to like it here. She looked down at her cup of wine and took another sip. She was still on her first cup while many of the men in the hall were well into their fourth or fifth. Arya preferred to keep her wits about her. Especially because the pretty girl seated next to her seemed to have made it her mission to make Arya blush as often as possible. Arya was unused to compliments and the sincerity wit which Lady Y/N gave them only made things worse. Arya wished she could blame the compliments on Lady Y/N being drunk but the girl next to her, had not yet finished her own cup of wine. She seemed to be making a game out of only drinking when Arya did. When the banquet drew to a close and Arya rose from her seat she found Lady Y/N beside her. The other woman leaned in close and whispered “Meet me in the rose gardens tomorrow at noon.” And then in a sweep of her silken skirts she was gone.
Back in the chambers she had been given Arya lay awake trying to puzzle out what Lady Y/N had meant with her cryptic invitation. Had she just been invited into some political scheme or alliances. Or was this to be a more private meeting? Confused and annoyed Arya fell asleep trying to decide if she should even show up in the Rose garden tomorrow.
Arya stood facing the rose garden several minutes before noon. Her checks flamed red as she began to suspect the invitation was nothing more than an elaborate joke at her expense. She couldn’t help but feel relieved when Lady Y/N finally showed up. Arya noticed the other girl looked quite different her hair held back in a simple braid instead of the ringlets she usually wore. And she wore a plain dress and apron both sprinkled with dirt as well as gardening gloves. Lady Y/N gave a satisfied grin as she studied Arya. “Good you came.” She declared adding “follow me. Arya followed her through the roses until she found herself in the center of what seemed to have been a circle made of rose hedges. Lady Y/N looked rather pleased with herself a satisfied smirk on her face. “This gardens mine”.
“It’s lovely.” Arya replies confused. Had the other girl really asked her here to show her more roses.
Apparently not for Lady Y/N rolled her eyes. “I thought you might want a quiet place to practice your swordplay away from prying eyes. Well maybe not away from my eyes”. She added boldly.
Arya looked at Lady Y/N “So your giving me the use of your garden? Why?”
“Isn’t it apparent to you? I like you that’s why.”
Arya gaped at Lady Y/N. “Lady Y/N why are you doing this?”
“So you’ll call me Y/N of course”. The other girl declared with a winning smile.
“Thank you”. Arya told Y/N.
“Of course I’d appreciate if you avoid killing my roses as much as possible”. Lady Y/N continued in a tone that suggested she was talking about the weather and not giving Arya permission to do something she had sorely missed since her arrival in the Reach.
Looking at Lady Y/N’s smirk Arya couldn’t help but smile herself. “How can I thank you.”
“By being happy here.” Lady Y/N replied without hesitation.
“Does my happiness really matter that much to you?” Arya asked trying to remember the last time someone other than her siblings or Brienne, or maybe Gendry had truly cared about her happiness.
“Yes” Lady Y/N replied placing a hand on Arya’s cheek.
And Arya leaned in and pressed her lips to Y/N’s.
“I’ve been trying to get you to do this since you arrived here” Lady Y/N confesses before leaning in once again to kiss Arya.
“So when you suggested a place away from prying eyes where I could practice my swordplay?”
“My motives weren’t entirely altruistic I admit.”
Arya just smiled and went to kiss Y/N again.
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Song of the Dead part 1
Robb Stark paced before his mother. “What am I supposed to do with her?” He asked, the frustration he felt clear in his voice. “She’s not a soldier but to let her go free would be a show of weakness”.
His mother just sighed “You have three of Kevan Lannisters children but not his heir. Even if he should be willing to agree you your terms, he won’t risk the anger of the Queen or of Tywin.”
“I know all of these things, most of my men want to kill her, bed her then kill her, or lock her up to rot with the kingslayer.
“What do you want to do” Catelyn asked.
“I don’t know, she came her willingly and unarmed so how can I kill her? I can’t just let her go free, nor can I give her what she wants. But each time I look at her I think of Sansa and Arya and how I fear I may not be able to save them.”
“What if you gave her father an excuse to not fight?” Catelyn suggested.
“How am I to do that? Robb demanded.
“Wed the girl and return him him his youngest son, ask for your sisters return as a dowry and them give back the other.”
“You want me me to wed a Lannister” Robb was aghast.
“I want to save my daughters” Catelyn replied. “And I see few other options for you to ensure the safety of a young women who is the enemy in a camp full of soldiers who hate her family.”
Robb sighed “I fear you may be right, besides it might help to end the war” I doubt the whole of the Lannister family will be willing to stop this fight but it can’t hurt to have some of them out of the fight. Very well, I’ll do it. I’ll wed Y/N Lannister.
You sat alone in Dacey Mormont’s tent with its owner standing outside as a guard. You knew that she was there to guard you from the soldiers more than she was there to prevent your escape. Your weapons had been taken from you and Dacey herself had been the one to search you. A courtesy you appreciated. You were afraid. Could one guard really protect you? Would she even wish to? The tent flap opened and the self styled King in the North entered. You would have moved away from him but you had little space to move and besides, you were determined not to show fear. Well determined to show as little fear as possible. He studied you with solemn eyes and to willed yourself to hold his gaze.
“You’re a brave girl but a foolish one”. He observed.
“My father always said the two were often synonymous.” You told the boy king.
“Your father should have raised his children to be more careful. Maybe then three of them wouldn’t be held prisoner by an enemy army”.
You flushed and held your tongue allowing the insult to pass. “So my brothers are alive.” You sagged with relief.
“Yes”
“Thank you, Your Grace”
“Tell me, what would your father exchange for the safety of you and your younger brothers?”
“Gold, crops, jewels”.
“Would he agree to withdraw his forces from this war?”
“No Your Grace. We are bannermen to Tywin Lannister.”
“I see”
“My mother believes she has found a way to convince him.”
“I can think of no solutions that would give this effect.”
“She believes I should wed you”.
You fought to keep your face and voice clear of emotion. “And what do you believe?”
“What I believe doesn’t matter. What matters to me is winning this war.”
“Do I have a choice in the matter?”
“Yes, but I doubt you’ll be fond of the alternatives.”
“Which are?”
“Being locked in a cell for the remainder of the war.”
“Would I be locked up with my brothers?”
“No my lady”.
“If I agree can you swear that no harm will come to them and they will be released to go home?” Their safety was what mattered to you not your own fate.
“You have my word.”
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Song of the Dead prologue
Robb Stark x Lannister reader
You had traveled part way with your farther and the army. Far enough that when you heard your younger brothers had been taken prisoner you were on horseback and galloping towards the army of the so called King in the North. You rode at a breakneck speed,determined to reach your brothers, to do whatever was necessary to ensure their safety and hopefully release. Willem and Martyn were just boys, and you refused to just wait and pray. You had been know for your rash decisions and impulsive behavior as a child and even now these traits persisted. You refused to dwell on the possibilities of what might happen, that your brothers might already be dead and that you would be alone against an army that hated your family. You had taken the fastest horse from the stable and done minor damage to the saddles you’d left behind in order to prevent your father’s men from catching you and returning you to safety.
When you had arrived at the camp a lone rider on horseback the trappings in the Lannister colors no one had known how to react. There had been clamors for your death, shouts of an unsavory fate before your execution, suggestions to send you back to your father with terms from the young wolf. In the end it was Dacey Mormont who has the most reasonable suggestion. Which was how you came to be chained to a stake in the warrior woman’s tent guarded by Dacey and her mother as you awaited the sentencing of your fate. I am y/n of house Lannister and I will save my brothers. You silently told yourself over and over your eyes fixed on the flap that was the rents entrance and exit. I will not be afraid, I chose to come here. Still these brave thoughts failed you when a giant direwolf made its way into the tent followed by the man they called the Young Wolf and The King in The North.
His cold blue eyes stared at you as if assessing whether or not you were a threat. “Why have you come?” He demanded.
Your eyes still trained on the beast st his side you answered “I want my brothers back.”
“And I want my father and sisters” he snapped.
Hating yourself for flinching you responded finally looking at him “What is it you want for them? Gold, land, supplies for your army? I would give my life for my brothers.”
“What good would your death bring me?” He asked before pausing and asking another question. “And the kingslayer”.
“Is not my concern” you told him, silently praying that this part of your exchange never reached Casterly Rock.
He seemed taken aback by this response “So the Lannisters did have a sense of loyalty after all.”
“They are just children, please you have younger siblings of your own don’t you?” You pleaded.
This was the wrong thing to say instead of looking thoughtful the young Lord Stark now was angry. “You don’t talk about my family Lannister” the direwolf by his side clearly noticed his masters anger and growled.
Again you flinched this time not caring if your fear was noticed. “What is it you want in exchange for my brothers safety?” You begged.
“Nothing you can offer me” the young king said finally before leaving the tent.
As you sat on the ground your hands digging in the dirt for something to do you shivered. What would happen to your brothers you thought. What would happen to you.
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