Imagines based on characters from the Game of Thrones TV show ♥
- Jon Snow, Robb Stark, Jaime Lannister, Theon Greyjoy, Ramsay Bolton, Tyrion Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Bronn Blackwater, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane, Gendry Baratheon, Oberyn Martell...
I wanna be your endgame, I wanna be your first string, I wanna be your A-Team, I wanna be your endgame, endgame.
"You need not leave so hastily," I murmured, my gaze fixed on him as he hastily donned his attire "But I have little choice," he replied, meeting my eyes with a sense of desire "The king demands my presence, duty calls."
"What so you can stand outside his door while he revels with other women?" I sighed, glancing out the window. "You're well aware he only does that to humiliate you," I asserted, and he simply shrugged.
"It's beyond my control," he admitted, approaching me and planting a swift kiss on the side of my head before leaving the room.
The sinking feeling in his stomach returned as he departed. Despite being the king's guard, he harboured an intense hatred for the monarch. His disdain stemmed from witnessing the king's failure to treat his wife with the respect befitting a queen.
What intensified his bitterness was the realization that we couldn't openly embrace happiness. As the king's wife and the king's guard, societal expectations and the burden of reputation loomed large over us.
The spectre of rumours about infidelity cast a shadow, making it impossible for us to revel in the love we harboured for each other. The constraints of our positions denied us the chance to be openly happy together, a bitter truth that left a lingering ache in our hearts.
Big reputation, big reputation Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, and you heard about me, ooh I got some big enemies. Big reputation, big reputation ooh, you and me, we'd be a big conversation, ah and I heard about you, ooh, you like the bad ones too.
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I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be just another ex-love you don't wanna see. I don't wanna miss you, I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do. I don't wanna hurt you I just wanna be drinkin' on a beach with you all over me I know what they all say I know what they all say but I ain't tryna play.
Our eyes locked in a silent exchange, and I leisurely sipped from my goblet as my husband, the inebriated king, prattled on with unruly enthusiasm. From his upright stance, Jaime fixated his gaze on me, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed my every move. Setting my drink down, I delicately bit my lower lip, an action not lost on him, prompting a squinted smile in return.
A negligent hand suddenly rested on top of mine, diverting my attention. My husband, clearly intoxicated, mumbled incoherent words in my direction "My dear, I believe you've drank a bit too much," I said softly, only to be met with a disdainful look.
"Think you can dictate my alcohol intake?" he scoffed, laughter accompanying his words. I quickly shook my head. "No, I just" I began, but he rudely interrupted, accusing me of foolishness for a woman, his voice suddenly rising, making me startle.
As he continued his tirade, his words grew more venomous, each sentence dripping with contempt. The air thickened with tension, and the sorrowful gazes of onlookers intensified as they observed the unsettling scene unfolding at the royal table.
My attempts to defuse the situation were futile "It might be best if we went to our chambers," I suggested, but his refusal was swift and loud. "Do not presume to command me!" he roared, causing heads to turn in our direction.
Feeling trapped, I could do little to shield myself from his verbal onslaught. The weight of the crown upon his intoxicated head seemed to amplify his arrogance, rendering me powerless. As he abruptly rose from his seat, his grip tightened on my arm, and he yanked me up, forcing me to accompany him.
The room hushed as the king's outburst escalated, the uncomfortable silence only broken by his belligerent shouts. It was at this critical juncture that Jaime entered the scene clad in his armour, Jaime had been observing the escalating situation from a distance unable to intervene until now.
Jaime's steps were deliberate as he approached, his presence commanding attention. With a firm yet measured voice, he interjected, "Your Grace, perhaps it's time to retire for the evening." His words were respectful, but there was an undeniable authority in his tone.
The king's glare momentarily shifted from me to Jaime, and the tension in the air seemed to double. However, Jaime stood his ground, unwavering. "You both have a moment of respite," he continued his words a subtle plea for reason.
In the face of Jaime's intervention, the king's aggression began to wane. A begrudging nod from Jaime signalled a small victory, and he discreetly gestured for me to follow him as he guided the king away from the public spectacle.
The weight of his armoured hand on my shoulder provided a welcome reprieve, and as we retreated from the prying eyes of the court, a sense of gratitude washed over me for Jaime's timely intervention.
I glanced at him with a longing and he responded with a sorrowful look.
I wanna be your endgame, endgame.
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