Unexpected (Part 3)
Getting married to Willas Tyrell was never in your plans but a princess has to do what the people expect from her. It was also never in your plans that he would be a man so different from what you first imagined, or that would captivate you so easily.
Maybe that’s not such a bad thing, after all.
Pairing: Princess!Reader x Willas Tyrell
Other Characters: Cersei Lannister; Unnamed Handmaiden
Word Counting: 970 words
Warnings: This is set around season 3. Reader is barely 18 and Willas is on his late 20’s so that may be a bit weird to you guys. I kind of imagine Willas like Jared Padalecki but it’s just me.
You were not sure who had funded the wedding party, but it didn’t look cheap at all. The wine circulated in the throne room and a large table was filled with food. There were nobles from every single one of the seven kingdoms and musicians near the table of where you and Willas were sat, along with your families, ready to attend any request from any of you.
You didn’t give them any attention, though, but was looking at your own skirt while twisting your fingers on your ivory dress, until he cleared his throat.
“So, Y/N.” He turned to you. “What’s your favourite colour?”
You arched your eyebrows at him, not understanding what he meant while locked in his honey eyes.
“Your favourite colour.” He repeated. “What’s your favourite colour?”
“Oh.” You felt your cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “It’s Y/F/C, my lord.”
He nodded, acknowledging the fact as someone poured wine on the large cup you two shared, his long hair brushing on his chin.
He cleared his throat for a moment when you didn’t say anything more and tried to continue the conversation.
“What about your favourite fruit?”
“I don’t have one, my lord. I like many of them.”
“Berries.” You finally affirmed, putting your head behind your ear. “Grapes, blackberries, strawberries, raspberries…”
“Cherries?’ He suggested with a small smile and your eyes grew wide.
“Oh, no, my lord. Cherries make my face swallow and my body to become itchy for days.” You confessed, embarrassed.
Willas looked at the tables around, and it finally hit him that there was no sign of cherries in the party, possibly to avoid you to come in contact with it.
“Would you excuse me, my lord?” You decided and he nodded softly.
“Take your time.”
Trying to look casual, you stood up and walked into a random direction, finding Margaery and quickly having her wrapped her arm around your and holding your hand.
“You’re cold.” She noticed. “Are you afraid?”
You took a deep breath before confirming. You could barely feel your toes, already absurdly cold inside your shoes. Still, you were smiling it out as a well-educated princess.
“Panicking.” You said finally, looking around.