Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

The great pretender - Part 4 - Petyr x Reader

Petyr stood before the High Septon in the Great Sept of Baelor. Not listening as the old man spoke prayers from The Seven-Pointed Star. The building was decorated as he would expect for the marriage of a Lannister. With all the pomp and ceremony that he would associate with the lions. The entire royal court filled the seats. The great and good of Westeros had been invited for the marriage and the festivities to follow. The streets of the usually dark and dingy capital were a riot of colour, as the banners of House Lannister and Baelish fluttered in the stiff breeze that made its way through the capital. Even the whores in Petyr's brothel, offering special services in celebration of the day.

Petyr had had a chance to think about things since he had scurried like a scolded cat from (Y/n)'s room. He had had a chance to mull over her words. To contemplate what it would be like to call her family, his. Yet even though he knew that her kin were some of the most dangerous in the whole of Westeros. The thing was, that they were also the richest and most powerful. His bride to be, more powerful than most would give her credit for. Especially given the fact that she also had Robert wrapped around her little finger. And he didn't want to lose face. The whoremonger sure that if he had backed out of the marriage to the lioness, rumours would have spread like wildfire. All of them probably saying that he was a coward. That one, if not all of the pride, had threatened him and he had backed down. So, here he was. Waiting for the doors to the great Sept to open. For Tywin to appear with his child by his side. His mouth becoming as dry as the Red Waste, as the crowd ceased their chattering. Every head turning as the large doors were slowly pushed open. There seeming to be a collective gasp from the amassed dignitaries, as the old lion appeared, dressed in his finest garb. His daughter clothed in a scarlet gown that was fringed by the finest gold decoration. The lioness seeming to glisten in the light of the many candles that littered the great expanse. Petyr feeling his body shake a little, as the two Lannisters got closer. As they made their way up the stairs to him. Tywin finally presenting (Y/n) to her husband to be. The old man kissing his daughter's hand, before leaving her with the whoremonger and the Septon.

"I'm surprised that you are here. But if you want to continue with this farce. Then so be it." (Y/n) said with a soft chuckle, before the Septon turned to Petry.

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The clergyman told the whoremonger. (Y/n) turning, so that Petyr could place the cloak of House Baelish around her shoulders. The crowd muttering, as the lioness shrugged the material from her form. The cloak falling unceremoniously onto the floor. Petyr quickly moving to pick it up. Doing his best to ignore the continued mutters, as he again put the cloak over her shoulder. (Y/n) turning back. A broad smile gracing her exquisite face, as the Septon hurriedly moved on to the next part of the ceremony.

"My lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever." The Septon proclaimed, as the mockingbird took the lioness' hand in his. The ribbon being tied with a knot around both their hands.

"Let it be known that (Y/n) of House Lannister and Petyr of House Baelish are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." The Septon continued, before unraveling the ribbon. (Y/n) and Petyr making their final vows.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love." Petyr finished, as he moved forward to kiss his bride. (Y/n) tuning her head, so that his lips fell on her cheek. A few uncomfortable claps ringing out, as the new husband and wife turned to look at their guest. All of them hoping that the wedding feast would be a little less uncomfortable than the marriage ceremony.

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The newlyweds sat at the table. The celebration in full swing despite the fact that not a word had been spoken between them. The pigeon pie having long since been cut and consumed by the guests. And in other cases, a bedding ceremony would now be taking place. But no one present would dare try that, even though the wine had been flowing freely, and in copious amounts. All liking their heads attached to their necks far too much, to try and carry the lioness anywhere.

"Well, I would like to wish you all a good night." (Y/n) announced, as she slowly got to her feet.

"It has been a long day, and I need my rest." The lioness added. Nodding respectfully to her father. To her sister and the king, before moving away from the table, and making for the door.

Petyr looked wide eyed at the crowd. The guests chuckling and talking to one another from behind their overfilled goblets. He had known that the day would not go well. That (Y/n) had every intention of making him suffer. Yet this was the last straw. The whoremonger not liking being made a fool of in front of people. The groom quickly getting to his feet. Doing his best to pretend that all this was planned. That now he would join his bride to consummate the marriage.

"Yes. Enjoy your night." Petyr said. Agreeing with the lioness, as he pushed back his chair, and made his way out of the room. Made his way out into the gloomy corridors of the Keep. Determined to find (Y/n).