Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines: Part Two (Completed)

Willas Tyrell X Reader - Big Bad World

A/N- This imagine was written as I listened to Big Bad World by Kodaline. I'm pretty sure I've used this as inspiration before but I will never stop loving the song so it ends up being played a lot. I hope you enjoy it, and please leave a comment with any suggestions or ideas. Thanks.

You woke to the sounds of your daughters happy squeals echoing around your bed chambers, the sound causing your heart to lift as you allowed your eyes to slowly open, and sitting up to see Willas smiling down at her, his hand tickling her side as she wriggled around in an attempt to escape him. When his laughter joined with hers it became your favourite sound in the world, chasing away any darkness that had dared creep into your mind. You often wrestled with your anxiety over the future, and now that you had a baby it had only worsened, you now had another life to worry about. But it was moments like these that made the horrid trouble of overthinking so worth it.

"Are you bothering the baby again?" you asked, slipping out of the warmth of your bed and padding across the cold floor to stand beside Willas, gazing down at your daughter with a small smile on your lips.

"I couldn't help myself," he answered softly, his arm moving to wrap around your waist as if by instinct.

Your marriage had started out on rather rocky terms. It had been arranged by your parents, and you hadn't met until two days before the wedding. To say you had been surprised when you had seen his bad leg would be an understatement, but your father seemed completely unfazed by the revolution and so you stayed quiet, though you were somewhat concerned. In the eyes of many having a disability was as bad as being a bastard, and you father would have died before he saw you marry anything even close to a bastard. But here you were, being offered up on a plate to a broken man, and you would have to attempt to ignore the issue until after you were wed.

In fact, you had grown worried after a few months of marriage that his injury may have gone deeper than it had seemed. You had yet fall pregnant, and it was not for lack of trying. You had spent most of the first month in your shared bed, hoping that you would be able to make it come about, but nothing, not even a late period. Willas hadn't seemed as worried as you had, and so you had attempted to hide your fear from him, wishing it away until one day he found you, hidden away in a broom cupboard and bawling like a child. It hadn't taken him long to coerce your worries out of you, and soon enough he had calmed your fears.

After that it was as though everything had fallen into place, and you had begun to truly care about your husband. Then, as if by magic, you fell pregnant. You had been delighted and had been almost shaking with excitement when you told Willas.

"You are thinking again," he told you softly, his fingers running lightly over the material of your nightdress where it was bunched at your waist.

You hummed in agreement, "that is not always a bad thing," you answered him, smiling sweetly up at him, "after all, I spend so much of my time thinking of you," you added, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

"Perhaps you are right," he mumbled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of your cheek. "I have a meeting with Lord Tarly soon, I ought to set off," he muttered, more for his own benefit than for yours, but you nodded in agreement nonetheless.

"He's a horrid man," you muttered, "I still don't understand why you have to meet with him at all."

Willas shrugged slightly, "he is one of my most influential bannermen, and I need to stay on his good side."

You sighed suddenly, "fine, but he isn't staying for dinner," you told him and he gave you a quick nod, his smile returning in full force.

"Of course, My Darling," he answered quickly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips before hurrying out the door with his cane clicking as he went, leaving you smiling after him.