Tommen’s choice to propose to you shocked the royal court,
you were from one of the poorer houses, little benefits to offer house
Lannister and no army to speak off. When he revealed it was your good nature
and loving heart, pared with no desire to live anything more than a happy life
that attracted him to you, his mother had scoffed and called it nonsense.
You didn’t baby him you treated him like the same person after his fall. You took care of him. You were kind. Then you ran away with him, not caring about the punishment. If your looks weren’t enough to charm him, that did the job perfect and it was crystal clear to him: You were the only thing he would guard with his life. You were his home.
It actually wasn’t until after you had confessed. He, at first, ran faster than a horse back to his hold and paced, thinking back on everything. Everything you had said to him that might have indicated your feelings. After failing to locate a memory, he went to what maybe he had done to make you feel the way you did (and being the slightly arrogant asshole he is….) found nothing. Perhaps was it his looks? Him being there as a friend? Perhaps males had not done that in your life… No…You had the Stark boys who treat you like a sister. Then how did you fall for him? He stayed up all night thinking and hoping that it wasn’t true, but the more he thought on what you had always done for him, always giving him a place to go to when he was upset and hurt. You never went to him, always let him talk. Gave him the best advice you could, your eyes twinkling beautifully in the light and shining with joy. Oh your eyes. How lovely they were… Wait.. WHAT! Well… No denying it now.
Joffrey’s world had stopped from the moment he laid eyes on you. He could see your personality in your eyes and your face, which was the most beautiful he had seen. He wanted you, and he would do anything he could to have you.
He had began seeing you in visions ever since he first saw you in the snow. At first it drove him mad, but then his visions took him to your past and he fell, especially with his visions of your sad past. Your drive, determination, and nature to attempt to stay positeve by any means possible on top of your face really drew him in. The moment you spoke to him for the first time, he knew complrtrly thst his visions lead him to her for a reason: For his happiness.
Jon fell for you literally at the same time you did, though like you realized his feelings too late. He was agitated, cold. He wouldn’t do anything but eat a single meal, train, sleep. Ache… The more he thought about you the more he missed the North. His family.. You… It drove him to insanity.. He wanted to write so badly.. He wanted you to write so badly… He knew the risks and consequences but cared not. He wanted to see you, his family. No matter the price.
The moment you had ran to greet him, he had felt something. Though hating it at first, the more you got to know each other her knew these feelings were those of the romantic source. With knowledge of love from novels and his families words, especially those of his mum and Sansa. He loved you. Your hair. Your kindness. Everything about you. Every little detail he adored to such that he could no longer stand it. He was going to write to you if he hadn’t first.
He had knocked on the door but got no answer. He walked in anyway and watched in horror as you sliced up your arm. But you would not look at him. Why wouldn’t you look at him? When you finally appeared to stop he entered the room all the way, calling out to you as tears flooded both your eyes. Then slowly you raised the eyes to your chest and placed the knife into your chest, but Tommen was faster. Before it could go too deep, he ripped the knife from your chest and looked into your eyes, throwing it to the ground as he caught you as you reached angrily at him and passed out. It was in those moments when he realized his love and desperation for you. He could not loose you, or else he would suffer
You tossed and turned but couldn’t get back to sleep, unsure
if you wanted to sleep again that night, the fear of your nightmare clinging to
you despite the faint flickering light of your candle. Finally having enough,
you decided to walk around.
You moved quietly through the halls and sighed as the cool
evening breeze hissed gently through the arches and doorways. The maids were asleep
so you padded through the halls bare foot and in your bed clothes.
“(Y/N)?” A gentle voice called out as you cut through the
throne room, hoping to slip out into the streets and calm your nerves.
Red-eyed and pale, Cersei climbed the steps to kneel above their father, drawing Tommen down beside her. The boy recoiled at the sight, but his mother seized his wrist before he could pull away. “Pray,” she whispered, and Tommen tried. But he was only eight, and Lord Tywin was a horror. One desperate breath of air, then the king began to sob. “Stop that!” Cersei said. Tommen turned his head and doubled over, retching. His crown fell off and rolled across the marble floor. His mother pulled back in disgust, and all at once the king was running for the doors, as fast as his eight-year-old legs could carry him.
“Ser Osmund, relieve me,” Jaime said sharply, as Kettleblack turned to chase the crown. He handed the man the golden sword and went after his king. In the Hall of Lamps he caught him, beneath the eyes of two dozen startled septas. “I’m sorry,” Tommen wept. “I will do better on the morrow. Mother says a king must show the way, but the smell made me sick.”
Could it be any clearer?
HERE WE HAVE TYWIN LANNISTER’S CORPSE
WHICH NATURALLY REPRESENTS HIS LEGACY
PRESENTED TO THE OBJECT OF THAT LEGACY
THE LANNISTER CHILD-KING FOR WHOM TYWIN IS OSTENSIBLY WORKING
KING TOMMEN “BARATHEON,” THE EMBODIMENT OF TYWIN’S HOPE FOR THE FUTURE
THE HOPE WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO JUSTIFY ALL HE’S DONE…
REJECTING HIS GRANDFATHER AND HIS LEGACY IN THE MOST DIRECT WAY POSSIBLE
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BODY, TYWIN” IS WHAT TOMMEN IS SAYING HERE
“YOUR LEGACY IS POISON”
“I DO NOT WANT IT”
“WHO THE FUCK WOULD”
“WHO THE FUCK WOULD WANT TO INHERIT THE GRAVEYARD YOU HAVE LEFT BEHIND”
well guess who actually would and does:
“Crow’s Eye, you call me. Well, who has a keener eye than the crow? After every battle the crows come in their hundreds and their thousands to feast upon the fallen. A crow can espy death from afar. And I say that all of Westeros is dying. Those who follow me will feast until the end of their days.”
That is A Feast for Crows: A story about how Tywin Lannister’s true heir is Euron Greyjoy. Look upon his works, and despair.
Jaime – If his s/o
was kidnapped, he would blame himself and all the horrible things he has done
in his life. He would see it as the gods’ way of punishing him for all the
broken vows, the incest, the attempted murder of innocents, and for the sins of
House Lannister and how Jaime hadn’t tried to stop any of it. Jaime would
definitely look for you, but the experience would open his eyes.
Tommen – If his
s/o was kidnapped, Tommen wouldn’t know what to do. He would command his men to
look for you and would want to look for you himself, but you would be the most
important thing in his life and without you he feels lost and alone and so
uncertain of how to even go on. He wouldn’t stop until he found you and he
would risk his own death as long as you were safe.
Joffrey – If his
s/o was kidnapped,
If he actually loves the s/o – he would start a war like his
“Father” to get them back. Like his mother, Joffrey would do anything his
titles and money could buy to get you returned to him.
If he didn’t love them (this came from my sister) – he would
find another s/o and move on.
Tormund – If his
s/o was kidnapped, Tormund would more than likely go on a murderous rampage
until he found his lady/lordly love. He’s not a man you would want to mess
Oberyn – If his
s/o was kidnapped, (would team up with Tormund and go on a murderous rampage
until he found his lady/lordly love) Oberyn wouldn’t just sit around and wait
for a ransom note or anything like that. Oberyn would use the skills he had acquired
over his life time and find the S.O.B. who dared to take his love away.
Ellaria – If her
s/o was kidnapped,
Book version – would be logical and political and use her
ties with Lords and Ladies of Dorne, the rest of Westeros, and Essos to find
her love and bring them home.
Show Version – would start a war and then laugh when
discovering her love had been killed (because D&D you suck).
Bran – If his s/o
was kidnapped, he would use his greenseer gift to find out what happened to his
s/o and then send out loyal and good men to bring him/her home.
Jon – If his s/o was
kidnapped, he would stop at nothing until you were back in his arms. With how
few people he has left in his life that care for him, Jon wouldn’t let you slip
Sandor – If his
s/o was kidnapped, he would probably get into quite a few fights trying to
locate you and he would DEFINITELY not show mercy to the person who dared to
Robb – If his s/o
was kidnapped, he would immediately muster a force and begin to look for you.
He wouldn’t rest or eat until you were found and safely back in his arms. (he
would obviously feel bad for letting you get kidnapped in the first place.)
Whispering: Tommen Baratheon (Lyrics Belong To Ducan Sheik)
Warnings: Pregnancy. Possible sex joke, depending on how you take it. Heartbreak. Labor. Angst. Lots of Angst. Fluff. Happiness. Sadness. Mentions of breastfeeding. Near death experience. Knifes. Blood. Liquids.Though the shortest imagine ever it is somehow also the most emotional. AKA I need to be stopped.
“Whispering. Hear the ghosts in the moonlight. Sorrow doing a new dance. Through their bones. Though their skin.”
It was a mistake, yes, but a beautiful one.
It all started one night at a moonlight ball, which was not un-often in the everlasting summer of King’s Landing. We were both fourteen at the time and because this one was a masquerade ball, we both drew matching mask pairing us up for the night and I couldn’t help but fall for my partner’s smooth skin and gentle dancing. His words as well were elegant and I tried not to focus on looks but his eyes drew me. Before I knew it he was kissing me… And kissing me and kissing me. His lips never being said. It was all moving so fast, too fast. And that is when he took off his mask. I tried to run, when the face of Tommen Baratheon was reveled but I could go no where as he held me tight and, no surprise, pressed his sweet lips tasting of wine and lemon-cakes on my in a urgent matter.
That being said, I never expected him to be the person to lay with someone after knowing them for a few short hours. Nor did I expect me to be that girl, yet there we were. Skin to skin. Lips on lips. Me and the King.
“Listening to the souls in the fools night. Fumbling mutely with their rude hands. And there’s heartache, without end.”
Tommen and I were fine. He had loved me deeply and I him. Bliss was all you felt as you spent your days and nights around the boy. For weeks we lived in happiness and joy, though nothing pure about our love anymore, we were children and adults in love alike.
Then his sister died.
Driven by grief, Tommen had changed.
His days he spent on the kingdom, his nights with me only in the later hours as he held me, kissing my back and refusing to meet my eyes. It was in one of these nights when he spoke to me.
“I am to marry Maragery Tyrell. You must leave by first-light.” He stood and didn’t bother to even look at you, “Forget me. You need to forget.”
It was my turn to cry as he stood as the t in light left his tongue and closed the door.
You didn’t wait.
You stole a horse and left as soon as you could stop crying.