Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines (Completed)

Jon Snow X Baratheon!Reader - Friends or fools?

"I'm going to be King someday, and then you will have to do what I say," Joffrey growled at you as you continued to dance around the room with your doll in your hands. Your older brother always got grumpy when you didn't want to play his games with him, but you were much more interested in playing alone with your dolls rather than his silly games with knights and soldiers.

"I don't think so," you told him softly, spinning to a stop and steadying your dizzy body on the wall, your palm pressing against it with all your weight.

"What do you mean, you don't think so?" he growled, his face scrunched up in disgust as you allowed yourself to slump down to the floor, crossing your legs and hugging your toy close to your chest.

"Well," you started, pausing to blow your hair out of your eyes. "You can't be King because I'm going to be the Queen, and the King and Queen can't be brother and sister, silly," you uttered with a small smile and a shake of your head.

You were almost glad you didn't see him coming when he grabbed you by the hair and pressed your face against the stone floor, shifting his weight to press it into your spine. "I'm going to be King," he hissed at you, pressing his knee deeper into your back until you cried out. "Say it, say I'm going to be King," he continued and you screeched in pain as he put more pressure on you.

"Joffrey, what are you doing?" your mother called as she entered the room, one of her guards coming to lift him off of you as your mother came to scoop you into her arms.

"She said I couldn't be King," he yelled, wrestling against the grip of the guard and attempting to break free to launch himself in your direction.

"I want to be Queen," you squealed through your tears, gripping onto your mother's dress for dear life as her hand came up to stroke through your golden hair.

"That isn't how things work my little love," she told you softly. "But you will be the wife of a handsome lord," she added and your eyes went narrow as you stuck out your tongue in distaste, your tears seizing to exist as quickly as they had started.

"I don't want to marry a Lord," you muttered, your face still scrunched up as you thought over the idea.

"That's just how the world works, Y/N. Women can only be Queen when their husband is King," she told you and you shook your head.

"What if every man said no?" you asked her, leaning closer and burrowing into her chest.

"No man in his right mind would turn down a chance to be King, sweetling," she whispered in your ear and you furrowed your brows in anger as she kissed the top of your head.

*Time Skip*

It felt as though you had seen nothing but the inside of the litter you had been travelling in, seeing nothing but the faces of your mother and two younger siblings. You were bored to tears by the time you stopped to make camp each evening and ended up sticking as close to your father's side as you could in order to avoid your older brother, who was also hating your travels. You wished you could switch spots with him, even for just one day. Riding alongside your father and seeing the entirety of the Kingdom would have been far more enjoyable than listening to everyone's conversations from inside your confines.

"Father?" you started quietly, he was sat at the table with a flagon of mead and a mean look on his face but you knew it was only to keep the other travellers away from him. He often used this technique in King's Landing and had bragged to you about how genius it was. "Do you think I could ride with you tomorrow?" you asked as he turned to look at you and his large hand came to mess up your hair causing you to scoff.

"Not tomorrow, Sweetness. We'll be arriving in Winterfell and we can't have you riding through the gates, it wouldn't be a good first impression to give," he muttered with a smile, though it faded when he saw you slump in your seat, crossing your arms across your chest.