Fit For A Queen
Drabble request from @aloharad
Tyrion Lannister x Reader
6. “Come on, meet me halfway with this.”
22. “How do I look?”
27. “Did you just throw a grape at me?”
Warnings: A lil bit of Robb x reader, happy Stark feels
“Tyrion, no.” you huffed out, crossing your arms across your chest.
“Y/N please, Joffrey needs you to be there” the small man pleaded, coming to sit at the chair next to your bed.
“Just because I’m married to the monster doesn’t mean that I want to be there for his coronation.” A sigh left your mouth as you flopped back on to your bed, pouting.
“That’s all well and good my dear but it would look very bad for him if his own wife was not there” Tyrion was begging you with his eyes and you flipped onto your stomach, grumbling into the mattress.
“What was that?” he asked, leaning closer to you. You turned your face to the side and grumbled once more.
“I said good. I did not ask for any of this Tyrion. I would’ve preferred the Roose Bolton’s bastard to Joffrey.” That much was true. At least Ramsay was attractive.
“Come on, meet me halfway with this. If you go to the coronation, I’ll make sure you have time alone with your little Lord Stark at the feast” he smirked as your mouth hung agape. You stood from the bed and paced the room.
“H-how did you..?”
“It was obvious sweetheart, I know you’re in love with the boy. It’s a shame you two couldn’t be together, you would’ve made a beautiful family.”
“Right?!” you nearly screeched out, back to pouting once again at the thought that you’ll never get to be with your love.
“Okay fine, Tyrion. I’ll go with my wretched husband to his terribly idiotic coronation where he’s sure to make a total ass out of the entire family, which now includes myself as I sit back and look like the pretty, useless wife who is pretending like she wants to be there.”
“That’s my girl. Spoken like a true queen” he let out a hearty chuckle and left you to your devices so you could get ready for the ceremony that was later tonight.
You dressed in a long, lace gown. It was mostly red with complementing gold embroidery. It had a delicate sweetheart neckline and sheer lace sleeves. It had two corset-laced sides which were to be tied with shiny red ribbon. You had to admit, you looked like a queen with a braid on the crown of your head and curls framing your face. You were a Baratheon now and you had to look the part, the look was completed with a delicate crown of antlers with a ruby in the center that rested just in front of the braid on your head. You were looking at yourself in the mirror and smiling, Robb’s jaw was going to fall to the floor when he saw you. A faint knock at your door brought you from your daydream.
“Come in” you shouted over your shoulder as you tied the final knot on the corseted side of the dress. You turned around to see your friend and now brother by law, Tyrion.
“So, how do I look?”
“By the gods, my queen. You look ravishing.” He dropped to one knee and you giggled.
“I’m no queen yet, Tyrion.”
“Yes but that will change in a few hours my dear Y/N” his eyes sparkled as he looked you over, smiling from ear to ear. It was just now hitting you that in a few short hours, when Joffrey was crowned King, you would be crowned Queen Y/N Baratheon, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. Saying that you weren’t excited and happy would be a lie, but damn did you have to be married to quite possibly the worst King to ever sit on the Iron Throne. He was going to be worse than Aerys, The Mad King, you could almost be one hundred percent sure of that.
–One dreadful coronation ceremony later–
Thankfully, everything went smoothly and as planned and everyone was practically bowing at your feet now. Calling you things like ‘your grace’ and ‘my queen’, it was quite empowering. However, at the feast you couldn’t help but think back on Tyrion’s promise to get you time with Robb Stark and just when you began to get antsy, Tyrion pulled you aside and announced, loud enough for Joffrey to hear, that the Starks wanted to personally congratulate and honor their queen. Your husband nodded to you, silently saying that it was okay for you to go. With that, you headed off to the table where the Starks were all sat, eating and drinking and laughing away the night.
You stopped short of the table to take in the sight. Now that, that was a family. All happy and together and strong. It was nothing like the broken, sorry excuse for a family that you came from and definitely was nothing like the brooding, slightly insane family that you had been married into. Ned had his arm slung around Catelyn’s shoulders and a cup of wine in his other hand and his head was thrown back in a hearty laugh, while Catelyn blushed and put her face into his neck. Robb was laughing and smacked Jon lightly on the shoulder while Bran and Aria played with their silverware and Sansa made silly faces at Rickon just so she could hear his little giggle.
You stepped forward slightly and said hello, and immediately they all straightened up, with the patriarch lightly kissing your knuckles and bowing his head.
“Your grace” he smiled up at you.
“My queen you look incredibly beautiful tonight” Catelyn smiled and took your hand. To her shock, you pulled her in for a hug and whispered into her ear.
“Thank you Lady Stark, but there’s no need to be so formal. I miss you all so much” A sad smile stretched across your face as she placed her hand on your shoulder and squeezed.
“You will make an excellent queen, Y/N. You’re so strong, so well liked. People will have no questions about following you.”
You couldn’t help but smile at her kind words and then your eyes wandered over to Robb, who’s jaw was just about hitting the floor and his eyes were bugged wide. Jon looked from you to his brother and couldn’t help but laugh as he lightly put his hands under Robb’s jaw and pushed upward, successfully closing his mouth. A blush stained the elder boy’s face as he realized that he was staring.
“Hi Robb” you blushed, looking at the floor.
“My queen” he said, quickly standing and taking your hands in his. Gods he had beautiful eyes.
“No need for the queen talk, Robb. I’m still just Y/N.”
“You were never just Y/N…” he sighs out, leaning in close to your face. As you looked into his forest green eyes, getting lost in the orbs that seemed to capture souls, and just as you were leaning too close to his lips…something bounced off the side of your cheek. Your head snapped to see Aria and Bran giggling so hard they were nearly falling off of the bench onto the floor.
You bent down to pick up the item that hit you, a little round, red grape.
“Did you just throw a grape at me?” you couldn’t help but laugh as the rest of the family had their eyes wide with shock and a twinge of fear because their children just threw a grape at the new queen. The Kingsguard was not going to like this one. Except you weren’t like any other queen the Seven Kingdoms has seen and you immediately hurled the grape back at the little girl, bouncing it off her forehead.
All of you burst into a fit of laughter and you spent the rest of the night joking and laughing with the people you couldn’t help but wish they were your family.