You were both riding around Winterfell when you had hit a branch and fallen from your horse.
“She’s awake, my Lord.” The Maester said and Bran nodded to Hodor who picked him up, and carried him into the room.
“Set him on the bed, Hodor.” You spoke weakly, smiling at the two as the giant obeyed, “Thank you.”
“Hodor.” The man said with a smile as he left and you turned to Bran and grabbed his hand. But before you got the chance to speak, Bran cut up off.
He squeezed your hand and sighed, his lip trembling slightly as he said, “I’m sorry..”
“Bran you did nothing what are you sorry-”
“I couldn’t do anything but run.” He spoke sadly, “All I could do was run and help, leaving you to get kidnapped or killed or-”
You hugged him tightly and shushed him.
“Bran… You couldn’t have done anything else. You saved me.” You kissed his forehead and he moved up so your lips were touching. He smiled against your lips as you pulled apart.
“I will never let you get hurt again, my darling Y/N. Never.”
“Were in the seven hells is she?!” The King exclaimed as soon as The Maester told him. “How could her guards let this happen?”
“In her room, your grace.” The old man spoke with compassion, “She is recovering and is hardly harm-”
“And the men who tripped her? And broke her? Where are they?”
“In the dungeons.” His mother said, “Awaiting your word.”
“Take me to my lady.” He demanded the Kingsguard who served as his new favorite and the man nodded, leaving without being dismissed from anyone else.
He bolted in unannounced and grabbed your hand, kissing it then kissing up your arm.
“My lady.” He sighed brushing hair from your face. “Are you terribly hurt?”
“No, your grace.” You smiled gently, squeezing his hand, “Just a broken ankle. I should be up and walking again within a fortnight.”
Joffrey scowled, “How dare those bastards! I’ll have their heads!”
“Joff.” You sighed, taking his hand, “Please tell me you haven’t-”
The boy scoffed, “Not yet.”
“Please don’t…” She spoke softly, “Let them go. Please.”
Joffrey sighed angrily, standing and giving an unheard order to the guards and then sat back besides his lover.
“If it pleases my lady, it shall be done.”
He ran to you as soon as you fell, pulling you to your feet, this caused you to giggle a bit.
“It is just a tiny cut on my leg Jamie.” You sighed, looking into his beautiful Lannister green eyes, “You do not need to panic.”
“A tiny cut on your leg that rendered you unconscious for two days.” He scoffed, “I still don’t understand why think you should go into battle.”
You sighed, not sure how to reply. Yes, your leg hurt bad but you knew you couldn’t stress him more than he already was. Not caring how Jamie would reply, you went with the truth.
“I couldn’t sit by and do nothing.” You sighed softly, “I couldn’t sit by and let you die. Even if that meant a sword slicing my leg. Even if that means death.”
Jamie smiled slightly and picked you up, causing you to laugh as he peppered your face in kisses.
“I don’t think I am going to let you down.” He sighed when he stopped, his forehead touching yours as he whispered on your lips, “Regardless of if you are going to battle or if you are going to braid your lady’s hair.”
“By the seven-!” You whined as the skin blistered and fizzed.
Daenerys had left you in charged of her three baby dragons and naturally, while you were petting one, the big, black one spat fire at you in jealousy. Jorah, upon hearing your screams of pain ran into the room and demanded the dragons be put back in their cages and fed.
Jorah looked you up down, taking his hand bellow your chin to meet his eyes as he began to tend your burn.
He started by pouring alcohol on it, this burned and caused you to cry out and Jorah shhhed you, putting the ointment onto the burn which soothed your cries and wrapping it up an leaf bandage. Then he engulfed you in the tightest embrace you could imagine.
“I’m sorry to worry you.” You sighed, kissing his chest, “It didn’t hurt that bad.”
“That was the worse burn I have ever seen. I haven’t seen flame caused the skin to bubble and fizz like that before. You had a reason to cry out.”
You nodded and placed your arms on his shoulders, “I know. I just hate seeing you all worked up and panicked.”
He smiled and ran his hands through your hair and smiled, making vows to never leave you with the Queen’s dragons again.
“Let her be.” You spat at the men. “She is nothing. A peasant compared to what I am.”
“Aye?” The man stroking Meera’s cheek asked, “And who are you girl, a highborn bastard?”
“I am Y/N Bolten. The last true born daughter of Roose Bolten. I am unmarried and remain a virgin. Still I am more than you will ever be and see… At the moment.” You spoke numbly as the men stared at you in shock, “This is Meera and Jojen Reed. The cripple is Bran Stark. I am more than they will ever be. I’m the Princess of the North. Tell me, what would my father do should you return me, the Stark boy, and the Reed children to him?” He raised his eyebrows, “They would bind you to me.”
Slowly, they walked to you and undid your binds while another let Meera down and threw her to her brother.
Then he struck you so hard you fell to the ground. You winced as you heard a cry of panic from all your friends (A “HODOR” from Hodor) even from Bran to your surprise.
“Do you honestly think I care about who-”
You spat in his face, “We flay people. That’s what we are known for. Bring me home and my father will-”
He struck you again, this time causing you to cough blood as he drew a dagger and pushed you to the ground dragging it against your skin.
But you did not cry.
“Is that supposed to hurt?” You laughed, blood spilling from your busted lip “I’ve done worse to men like you and they cried for their mothers.”
With an angered sigh, he tore your shoulder furs off and threw them to Bran. Then he dove the knife into the pads of your shoulders, slowly removing a chunk of your skin as you cried out in pain. He then continued with the other blade as silence fell. That was until Jojen laughed.
“Whatcha laughing at boy?” He said, moving his leg off you, “You want me to hurt her more?”
“You are going to die tonight.” Jojen laughed. “Your body will burn. And she will live. And remain an unmarried virgin until I ask her.”
The man echoed his laughter, “And how do you know this?”
You heard screaming outside but blacked out before you got sense of what’s going on.
“She’s waking up now.”
“Damn. I was hoping that she would be out for this.”
A burning sensation spread through your body and you gasped in pain, sitting up.
“No, my love.” Jojen came into view, pushing you back into the snow, “Squeeze my hand.”
You obeyed as Meera closed the wounds on your shoulder with flame.
You didn’t cry or even tear up. You just smiled at Jojen and looked into his eyes.
“You are doing well.” He smiled at you, “One more…. One more and I promise that I will not let anyone tough you again
"Okay I’m going to to pull it out are you ready?”
You hugged the tree and nodded as his hands met the arrow that had plunged through your stomach and nodded.
“Alright.” He spoke calmly, “One. Two-”
“Damn just do it already!” You cursed and suddenly felt an ache being removed from your chest and a hole inside your body as Jon quickly began to wrap your center up while you cursed. Jon imeadiatly shhed you as your curses sailed loud. “Hurry I want milk of the poppy.”
Jon smiled lightly and picked you up in your arms, “You cursed like a Greyjoy, you do know that right?” Hiting him gently before leaning into the warmth of his furs, you allowed him to cradle you like a child as you muttered curses against his skin.
“It’s not funny.” You whimpered, “You take an arrow. See how it feels.”
“I did.” He smirked. “Three and I am still alive.”
“Oh shut up.” You glared and he laughed. “I love you Jon Snow.” You sighed in defeat.
“Aye. I do love you as well. And I promise not to let you get hurt on a hunt again… Or maybe your hunting days are at an end…”
“Jon Snow..” You glared, “If you dare threaten to take away my hunts you’ll be the next one taking an arrow through your gut.”
Tommen winced and cried as they plucked pieces of glass from your leg.
“Tommy.” You sighed gently, stroking his face and running his around, “I am alright. They are almost done.”
He nodded, thanking the Maesters for their help as he turned away, stiches being sewn up your leg and Tommen squeezed your hand fiercely as he whined again. He closed his eyes and brought your other hand to his palm as he attempted to breathe in attempts to calm your sobbing.
When the door closed you moved him to the bed, slowly and brought his ear to your lips. “They are gone my love. You may open your eyes.”
He did not hesitate to hug you tight. So much it made you wince. You chuckled.
“Careful now. We don’t want to tear the stiches.” Tommen sighed in agreement and let go and he looked at you, running his hands through your hair which learned had calmed him down. “Why are you angry my love?”
He bit his lip and shook his head, “I am pissed that the servant couldn’t even bother to look where they were-”
You kissed his lips softly and he responded with his anger, hands trailing down to your waist.
“That wasn’t you Tommy.” You sighed, hugging him as you stroked his back, “You aren’t him Joff.”
Nodding he kissed your neck, his face laying on his lower neck. Then a chuckled and smile spread across his lips.
“I guess it means that I can’t let you leave my side again.”
You smirked and laid on top of his head, “If it pleases his grace, it will be done.”
You gasped for air as you were yet again plunged down into the waves.
The people on the deck screamed and hollered in shock as you looked for the Greyjoy’s or the Queen.
Never thought this was how I would die. You sighed as you were forced gasp of air as the sweet sea began to fill your lungs. Caving into your inevitable death you closed your eyes and embraced the darkness. Let it be quick and merciful please.
But deep down you wouldn’t be as you could feel yourself choking on the water as it slowly itched the breath and life out of you, making you cold and going insane in the water.
I am sorry Theon. I hope you can forgive me.
Bright light shined into the pupils of your eyes causing you to begin to cough up water, fading in and out of consciousness as Theon pressed his lips to yours, breathing oxygen into your lungs as the darkness took over you.
“C'mon Y/N!” The weak and breathless voice of Theon spoke, “Please… Please..”
You gasped and coughed as Theon sighed happily and brought you into his arms as you began to sob.
“I won’t let you go. Not like that… Not on my watch..”
“Are you in a lot of pain my lady?”
You looked up at him, a small smile on your face and shook your head no. Sighing, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your lips.
“What even happened? The Maester would not tell me.” Tyrion asked, concern filling his eyes, “I am sorry for prying. I know I shouldn’t I just-”
Kissing his hand again you chuckled, “You have a right to know and pry my love. And you must promise should I tell you that you will not go and take rash actions.”
Chuckling at this, he grabbed your hand than already wasn’t holding yours and stroked your knuckled, “Rash, my love? I would never.” You echoed the laughter and squeezed his hand.
“It was Joffrey, my love.” You sighed, your face falling, “Bashed me against a wall. But I am going to be okay… I promise. I haven’t gotten a concussion or anything yet. I even slapped him.. I think…”
Tyrion scoffed but forced a smile, “So you wish me not to strike him to Esos, so I shalln’t. I am just happy that you are ok-Wait you hit him?!”
“It annoys me that people only like the feminine characters when they act like male characters. And they always go on about feminism. Like, you’re rooting for the people who look like boys, who act like boys, who fight like boys. Root for the girls who wear dresses and are intellectually very strong.“ // Sophie Turner
“You look lovely today my lady.” He complemented, pulling her closed to his side.
“Thank you, your grace.” You smiled thankfully.
“Joffrey, please.” He spoke kindly, stopping at a bench.
“Joffrey.” You paused, closing your eyes fearing a blow to your cheek but when none came you sighed and look at him, and he flashed you a cat-like smile, “Joffrey, thank you for taking time to walk with me.”
Though it was you who requested my company.
He smiled brighter, growing into a smirk and dropped your arm for your hand, “Yes.. Sit with me.” He spoke emotionless and you obeyed quickly looking at the flowers instead of him, still slightly afraid.
“The flowers are beautiful yo- Joffrey.”
“I’m sure they are nothing compared to the ones Highgarden, I am sure.”
“Neigh.” You forced a smile as the lie fell through your lips, “Everything is more beautiful in the capital.”
“Certainly.” He sighed in a whispered tone as he grabbed your cheek and turned you to meet his eyes, placing his hand under your chin and not moving it. “Y/N… I have brought you here today, to the spot were we first met, for a reason.”
“Yes, your grace.”
“Sorry… Joffrey…” You blinked and portrayed a look of innocence in attempts to hide your fear. But his gripped stronged as he placed his other hand on your cheek.
Joffrey smiled gently, “Lady Y/N Tyrell… I know I am promised to your sister-”
Oh gods… Oh Gods please no…
“And I did love her for her beauty. But then I laid eyes on you.. And the moment I did my world stopped… What I am trying to say is I have moved my bethrothal to you other than your sister and we will be married by months end and I couldn’t be happier.”
You were gaping but you couldn’t hide your shock.
You needed to get out, right now.
“May I be excused, your grace?” You asked, pulling away, standing up and walking off, before getting your response Tears of fear and panic cluttered your face as you bit your lips to stop a sob from escaping your mouth.
The sand felt nice on your as you walked along the beach, your friend carrying your shoes in his hands.
“You are right, Jorah.” You smiled at him, then at the ocean beside you, “This truly is beautiful.”
He smiled thoughtfully at you, nodding in agreement and a calming silence filled the area.
“How is the Khaleesi?” He asked, breaking silence.
“Doing the best she can I suppose.” You shrugged sadly, “She is so strong and brave. yet so graceful. I wish sometimes that I held her faith and strength.”
Jorah smiled at this, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze as you looked at him, then back out at the never ending sea as it spit in your face.
You sighed, knowing that there was no use in waiting.
If I do not tell him, Dany will.
“Jorah?” You questioned looking at him, he made a small hmmm, and looking at you, your hands shaking and you looked away. I must do it now…. “Jorah I have these feelings for you… And I have to know if you share these feelings at all or if… If I not I would not like to lose our frien-”
He cut you off by placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, squeezing your hand tightly. Murmuring against your brow, he said, “I have found myself loving you as well, Y/N”
Smiling at this, you looked up at him, leaning on his shoulder saying a silent thank you to the gods that you did not make a fool of yourself.
Tear flooded your eyes as you looked at his body.
This literally cannot be happening… You thought. Why is this happening…
“M-May I please have a moment alone?” You questioned the men, not looking back to see their response, only hearing the door shut.
It was then when you threw yourself onto the slab and clung to your friends dead body, sobbing uncontrollably.
He is cold. Cold and bruised and scraped. Something he should never be.
Shaking, you placed your lips to his forehead and hugged him, whispering in his ear silent things that you had kept secret. You whispered of your love for his eyes, for his hair, for his mind, for him, and trembled at the sight of his pale skin.
You barely noticed when a women placed her hand on her shoulder and a man picked you up, setting you on a bed where you fell into a dreamless sleep.
You woke up to warm breath and the tickle of beard against your neck, the sent of pine filling your nose. Looking up, you saw those dark eyes that you had fallen for such a long time ago and reached up, cupping his face with your hands.
“Have I died from grief, my love?” You spoke weak and hoarsely, blinking several times as Jon moved closer to you.
He shook is head, a smile brightly on his lips, one you had never seen in your life. You made a small o with your lips, your voice hurting too much to respond causing both of your eyes to water slightly.
“I heard your words.” Jon confessed.
“Did you?” You asked, too weak to figure out if he was truthful or not.
He nodded, “Aye.” He smiled again giving you a small gentle peck on your lips and pulling your weak body up as to hug you tightly. When at last pulling apart, you placed your forehead to his as he mumbled against your lips, “I feel the same.”
“Are you doing alright Lady Y/N? Truly?” He asked panicked as you nodded, grabbing his hand as you knew it calmed him down.
He was afraid, and rightfully so. A Baratheon in the North? It was danger which is why he locked you in his own tent, you sleeping in the day and him at night, though truthfully neither of you got much sleep.
You had told him all the plans you, knew, which wasn’t much but his words fear was one of his men finding you here and hurting you, perhaps even throwing you in a cell with your Uncle Jamie. Who knows what would happen from there.
“Robb your generosity is something I cannot thank you enough for.” You smiled lightly, “I am safer here than I was in King’s Landing.” You squeezed his hand gently, causing him to exhale and kneel beside you, his eyes never straying from yours. “I… I am so sorry Robb.” You sighed gently, tears in your eyes as you looked away. “I wish I could have-”
“You were packing and on your way to me, Y/N. There is nothing you could do.” He sighed to quickly, something you assumed he was doing to mask his tears. “I am sorry about your father as well.”
Smiling at the memory of your Lord Father, you looked down and sighed, “He died justly. Peacefully. It was the only way I could imagine him going I suppose.” Robb and you both chuckled at this and silence once again fell until Robb broke it.
“I.. I think I am love with you, Y/N.”
Your heart panged in your chest and you looked at the ground blinking slightly until you kneeled beside him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
“I think I am in love with you too Robb.”
“Can’t we go on a walk around the garden?” You smirked at him, “Aren’t you bored?” He looked up from his desk and eyed you as you toyed with books off the shelf. Gently smiling, he looked back at his paper work. “C’mon Tommy!”
“Fine.” He confessed, “I am bored. These people think they get so much for doing so little. But I am the King. It is my duty to finish this. Ser Pounce is sure in need of a bit of fresh air though-”
You sighed, picking up the cat and sitting on Tommen’s desk, the cat being put in your lap as you stroked his ears, “ Tommy I haven’t seen you properly since Joffrey died-”
“Nor I you since the Red Wedding.” He spoke in agreement, taking a free hand to pet his cat. “Look… Y/N I-”
“Is this for the wedding?” you asked, seeing an envelope with the Tyrell Rose on it. Tommen nodded, a strange look on his face and you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from swearing, “I am very excited for you my friend.”
He chuckled curtly, “I am not.”
You eyed him suspiciously and looked him up and down, “Why not Tom?”
“She is a beauty. Any man would be lucky to call her his Lady wife, but there is such an age gap.” He pursed his lips, “Besides, my heart lies with someone else.”
Your heart skipped a beat at this. You knew that it couldn’t be you, but you truly hoped. I am a traitors daughter. A deserters sister. You reminded yourself I mean nothing to him.
“Who?” you asked numbly. Though you did not really want to know, it was polite to ask.
Tommen blushed and dropped his pen, reaching for your hand across the desk with one arm, and the other turned you to face him. His eyes were the softest and most gentle you had ever seen and it as though you were having a conversation with your eyes.
Forcing him to drop your hand you fell into his arms, looking up at him so you could respond.
I love you to Tommen. I have always loved you.
You couldn’t stop crying. You knew you had to, but you couldn’t. It was worse, somehow, when “Reek” had come to walk you down the isle.
Instead, you ran to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him and sobbed into his shoulder.
“Please don’t make me do this.”
“I don’t want to marry him.” You let go of Reek and began pacing. “He’s a foul creature. A monster. He’ll kill me I’m certain.”
He slowly made his way before you to reach out and touch you. “Y/N.” He repeated, still in a whisper, clearly not audible to your panic.
“He’ll poison me with his seed and as soon as I pop out a son he’ll feed me to the hounds like all the daughters I birthed before our boy.”
“Y/N!” He yelled at last but you weren’t listening.
“No… No maybe he won’t.” You pondered, oddly calm, “Maybe he’ll throw me from a tower. Or maybe he’ll cut off my legs so I can’t-”
Reek cut you off by grabbing you tightly and pressing his shaking lips to your temple, knowing it calms you.
“Y/N…” He whispered again, “I don’t want you to marry him either.”
“Re-No… No Theon… Theon…” He smiled gently, “More or less.. Theon Greyjoy would say he has loved you for the longest time and will defend you to the best of your ability. And will kill anyone who tires to catch your fancy,”
You laughed quietly and squeezed him tightly, “Y/N Stark would say that she shares his feelings and would wed him right now to save the two of them to the bastard she is promised to.”
He kissed your chin as he let you go, looking you up to down.
“Theon Greyjoy, and Reek I suppose, must protect their lady. Starting with this.” He dropped a small vial in your hands and you looked at it confused, “Drink it now.”
You almost dropped it when a knock came at your door.
“Reek! Hurry now! Everyone is freezing.” The bastard yelled from outside the door, “Tell my bride to walk down naked if she must! I will not wait another-”
“Take it. Now my lady. Hurry.”
You obeyed and forced the liquid into your mouth, Theon, taking the bottle once you had finished and threw it into the fire, linking arms with you and leading you outside.
And you cried out again. Tears of fear, loss and helplessness, but oddly enough, tears of joy.
“Why are you here, mi-lady?” He questioned you. “Is everything alright?”
You smiled at him, bowing your head before you sat at his desk, a small blush on your face.
“I am sorry to disrupt you, my lord but it is a matter of most importance.”
Tyrion dropped his pen and looked up from his piece of paper, his mind filling with concern as he went through all the possibilities big or small.
Are you dying? Are you leaving?
Did something happen to your family? Did something happen to his family?
Are you hurt? Are you sick?
“My Lord?” You asked, your eyes filling with his concern, “My lord are you all right?”
He nodded, grabbing your hand and forcing a smile, “Quite. What Is the matter?”
You sighed and squeezed his hand tight before releasing the grip to calm yourself, “I have… How do I say it… I have grown feelings… But they are improper.. And I have tried to push them away but I have failed.
“Feelings?” He spoke numbing, fearing the response you would give, “Feelings for Joffrey?”
“For my lord father?”
“For Gods sake.. Please tell me they aren’t for the Queen regent!?”
You chuckled slightly at this, “Nay my Lord. I have grown feelings for you.”
His eyes widened at this and he opened his mouth to release an Oh, but no noise came out as he sat in shock.
“I am sorry my lord. I know of the improper nature, for I am a serving girl and you are a high born Lord but I thought it best to tell you that-”
“Nay.” He repeated and you tilted your head to the sighed, “No don’t say another word about impropertity cause I do not care.” He smiled brightly at you and brought your hand to his lips, “Meet me here come nightfall. We shall take a walk.” You bowed your head, smiling before standing up and walking to the door before he stopped you.
“Oh and Y/N.”
“Yes my Lord?”
“Thank you for telling me.” He smirked at you.
For I feel the same and never would have told you the truth
ideal season 7: a pile of ashes rumbles, a hand emerges. a phoenix ascends, its margaery. she flees to winterfell where her known gal pal Sansa, looks after her and they fall in love and make a nice home in the north and eat lemon cakes and sit by the fire and laugh about joffrey and nobody hurts them ever again
Did anyone else feel as helpless and uncomfortable watching D@ny execute Randyll and Dickon Tarly as watching Joffrey execute Ned in season 1 because I just realized I had the same feeling of horror and shock in both situations