Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Obsession - Part 5 - Petyr x Reader

I know I've made Petyr sweet again, but I can't help myself. Don't worry, he will be back to his wicked self in the next part.😁 Hope that you enjoy this chapter.

(Y/n) made her way down from the rooms, into the main part of the brothel. She knew that Petyr didn't like her down there. She knew that he would rather that she remained as far from the whores and their customers as possible. But Petyr had been called to the Red Keep by her father, and she couldn't help but feel concerned. It wasn't that she cared that her husband was to speak to her father. It was more concern that her mother may have something planned. Something that (Y/n) knew she wasn't going to like. But more than needing to escape her thoughts of mother's possible schemes. (Y/n) felt unwell and needed air. More air than the confines of her room seemed to offer.

As she descended the stairs all eyes turned to look at the new lady Baelish. None of those present sure what to do or say as the princess surveyed the scene.

"Milady. I don't think ya should be down ere. Lord Baelish said that ya were ta remain upstairs." One of the older women said as she came over to where the princess stood.

"Milady. Are ya alright?" The woman continued, as she noticed that the new mockingbird had turned a deathly shade of pale.

"I.........I'm just a little." (Y/n) began, her knees buckling slightly. The handrail and the woman stopping her from falling.

"Meya! Help me get er ladyship to a table outta tha way. Rila. Get some wine." The woman called out. The two younger women dutifully springing to their feet, despite their customers grumblings.

"Lina. Should I go find a maestre? She don't look well." Meya asked, as the two women looked (Y/n) up and down.

"No. No, please. There is no need for a maestre. I'm fine. I'm just.......just a little sick that's all." (Y/n) replied. Smiling softly as the other young woman passed her a glass of wine.

"Milady. How long have ya been sick?" Lina asked. The older woman crouching before the princess.

"I've been being ill for about a week now. It feels like its every morning. And I can hardly move without feeling faint. But I'm sure that its nothing. I'm sure that it will pass soon." (Y/n) replied, as she took a sip of the wine. Lina looking up at the others. All three of them having a feeling that they knew exactly what the mystery "illness" was.

"Aye. It'll pass in about nine months." Lina chuckled to herself, as she got to her feet and turned to the others.

"Rila. Go find a maestre. But find a discrete one. It ain't every day that we have a princess with child in ere. And Baelish would happily see us dead if anything happens to his bride and heir. Meya and I'll watch over er until ya get back. But make it quick." Lina whispered. Rila doing as she was told, and leaving the brothel in a hurry.

"Let's get ya back to tha rooms before Lord Baelish returns. We're gonna get a maestre ta look at ya. Just in case." Lina told (Y/n) as she and Meya helped her to her feet. The older woman brushing off (Y/n) protests as the three made their way up the stairs. Lina knowing that the child that was probably growing in the princess' belly, would not only be the heir of Baelish, but the first grandchild of the King, and first great grandchild of the old lion. A child that could be of great importance to the Seven Kingdoms. And she for one, was not about to take any chances. Most of all fearing what the Master of Coin would do, if he found out that his beloved doe had not been cared for.

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Petyr made his way back to the brothel. He had seen the look in Cersei's eyes when she spoke of the celebration for his and (Y/n)'s marriage, and he had to admit that he didn't like it one bit. But Petyr knew that despite what the queen might think about her own intelligence, she was in fact a fool. And no matter what she may have planned, Cersei would never get the better of him. He would make sure that no matter what, nothing would befall his beautiful bride. A bride that he had waited so long for and was not about to lose. Especially to her mother. A mother that had nothing but utter contempt and hatred for her oldest child.

But he also knew that he had to go along with whatever was planned. That given that the king as well as Tywin Lannister seemed to both be all for presenting the new couple to the whole of the Seven Kingdoms, he had no other choice but to smile and go along with it. And so, would (Y/n).

Petyr made his way back into the brothel. All eyes turning to the whoremonger as he made his way to the stairs. His eyes growing wide as he saw the commotion around the room in which he had left (Y/n). The Master of Coin almost sprinting up the steps as a terrible feeling grew like a boulder in the pit of his stomach.

Petyr knew that (Y/n) had been feeling unwell. That she had been being ill. But she had always assured him that it was nothing. That it would pass in a few days. Yet as he reached the top of the flight of stairs. Three of his whores standing around the door to his and (Y/n)'s rooms, looking apprehensive. Petyr couldn't help but feel as though his whole world was about to end.

"Where is my wife? What's going on?" Petyr hissed, as he pushed his way to the door. Lina stopping him as he placed his hand on the handle.

"Lady Baelish is with a maestre. He should be done soon, milord." Lina informed Baelish. The news not easing the whoremongers frayed nerves any. Petyr now regretting even leaving (Y/n) behind. Part of him fearing that she had fallen to a bad illness. The other part terrified, that while he had been at the Red Keep, Cersei had sent someone to attack her daughter.

"Ah, Lord Baelish." An elderly man said as he appeared from the room. The man smiling at the anxious looking Petyr.

"I am maestre Stockworth. I have just been examining Lady Baelish." The maestre informed him. Petyr not really giving a damn who the man was. Only concerned with the health of his love.

"And? What did you find? What is wrong with my wife?" Petyr growled. The Master of Coin feeling as though he was losing his mind. Wanting nothing more than to push everyone away, so that he could see his (Y/n).

"I think that Lady Baelish should be the one to tell you. My lord." Maestre Stockworth replied, as he pushed the door open. Petyr rushing into the room to find (Y/n) sitting in their bed smiling broadly at him. A glorious glow seeming to surround her as he hurried to her side.

"(Y/n). What is it? What's wrong?" Petyr enquired, as he dropped onto the bed. He hand reaching up, so that he could brush his thumb over her cheek.

"Nothing is wrong, Petyr. In fact, I don't know if things could be more right." (Y/n) replied with a soft smile. A chuckle emanating from her as her husband's brows furrowed in confusion. The Master of Coin no longer knowing what to think.

"My poor, Petyr." (Y/n) continued, as she took her husbands hand and placed it softly on her belly. Petyr's eye's growing wide as he suddenly realised what was happening. The man that was considered, by most, as having the same morals and emotions as a snake, throwing his arms around his bride as he now knew that more than ever, he would never let any harm come to his obsession.