#Lancel Lannister

[kudriaken]

House Lannister. My fanart series for the Great Houses from the ASOIAF. I wanted to make this for the longest time.

[melrosing]

thinking about how lancel, in trying to become Jaime, actually kind of did! he was manipulated into a role too big for him to truly reckon with, got lost in the corruption of court, became a pawn for powers greater than himself, and in finally wresting himself from those hands he simply sank deeper into his own trauma and turned his back on everything else just to wallow in it all. in fact I think loras and lancel are the past selves that kind of book end Jaime’s arc that spans his return to KL in ASOS and his travels through the Riverlands in AFFC. Loras is kind of a flattering projection of self: he’s strong, beautiful, as good as he thinks he is and sure of himself. Lancel, on the other end of his trials, is essentially the opposite. he’s weak, cowed, tormented and terrified. but they both make up the person Jaime was on that bridge from boyhood to manhood and he has to reckon w both to truly grow from them

[daenystheedreamer]

sansa and lancel and kindness

[aeriondripflame]

[kooryoin]

the thing I enjoy the most while reading AFFC is probably house lannister's family drama

cersei is going insane, tyrion is missing, lancel becomes a religious freak, kevan is done with all this bullshit while genna and jaime gossip together in riverrun.

they're all so unhinged, love their family dynamics

[the-fiction-witch]

Don't pout my little doe, you can have your lion later

Media Game Of Thrones

Character Lanncel Lannister

Couple Lancel X Reader (Baratheon - Daughter of Robert and Ceresi Dark Baratheon Hair)

Rating SMUT AF

I sat inside the litter, on the soft silk pillow the curtains closed at the sides to keep concealed from passers-by. The sweet fabrics and cushions around me as I sat in my little shoes and sweet yellow and black dress. The litter moved and bustled a little as it slowly moved through the king's landing streets as the caravan of royals moved from the sept back to the red keep. It was far too dangerous for any of us to be walking these streets so the litters kept all of us hidden and safe. 

I looked across the litter where the familiar body sat, thin and tall with long Lannister blonde locks, his fine lion-littered clothes red and gold clothes with his sword by his side his hand on the hilt as if he was prepared at any second to use it. I blushed slightly and looked away before he noticed me looking but I saw his own eyes flick to me. Lancel Lannister, he had been squire to my father King Robert Baratheon, and my father had insisted that in the event of his death his squire was to become my protector. Which was sweet of him, I unlike my siblings had a decent relationship with my father even if that meant my mother despised me. I suppose that's why my mother never protested about it, I think she knew Lancel had never seen battle and while skilled he was not really up to the level a princess' protector should be but I think it was her way of keeping us both out of her way. 

We met eyes for a moment across the litter and we both tried to hide our smiles, we both knew something... was between us but we knew such a matter could not be pursued. He was my protector and nothing more even if I wanted him to be. But I knew our families would rage at us if anything was to be revealed about us. We were technically second cousins but by Westeros law that meant very little as even first cousins can marry in Westeros without much of an eyebrow being raised. But still I knew my mother hated me and would not allow us to be together even if we wanted to be. 

He looked at me as I looked away his eyes lingered on my Baratheon yellow dress, on my dark hair. I looked like my father like a Baratheon which I assume was part of what my father loved and my mother hated about me given I looked nothing like my blonde slender siblings, joffery, Marcella and Tommen. I suppose they looked like Lannisters and I a Baratheon. But Lancel's eyes lingered but he shook his head away as if shaking off his thoughts. 

But as we stopped I briefly looked out the window seeing we had not yet returned to the red keep I'm sure we must have stopped for one reason or another so I didn't ask, but as Lancel and I met eyes again I blushed and hatched an idea to occupy our time.

"Lancel?" I spoke up,

"Yes, princess?" He looked at me with a sweet smile, 

"could I?" I innocently asked,

"Could you what princess?" He raised an eyebrow looking at me curiously but with a sly smile as he knew what I wanted but enjoyed the tease, 

"What I usually do," I blushed, "When we're alone..."

He bit his lip a little but nodded, "As you wish my princess."

I giggled and quickly hopped over to his side I sat myself on his thigh as he moved his sword to the side, I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled my head onto his shoulder and chest feeling his warm body and the softness of his clothes, he quickly wrapped an arm around my waist to bump me closer to him, I giggled and plaid with his hair as he stroked my back I rather felt naughty to be doing such a thing I knew I shouldn't and because I knew this position was what many girls would do to a lord of higher born then themselves which... asmused me in my own way. 

"Hi lancel," I giggled as he pulled me so our noses touched, 

He smirked and stroked my dress whispering against my lips "Hello princess." 

"I like when you look after me, it means I get cuddles," I giggled,

"Humm I like cuddles with you very much princess. really I like anything we do together, but especially when were... alone together." 

I smiled and gave his neck some small kisses, "When we return to the red keep, will you come cuddle in my room?"

".... I think that would be an excellent idea, Princess." He cooed as he stroked my jaw and held my chin to prevent my kisses, "I would love to have a cuddle alone in your room." he whispered against my lips, 

I tried to kiss his neck again but he pulled on my hair to stop me and gave my ass a firm smack making me only giggle more. 

"Lancel?"

"Yes, princess?" He smirked kissing my neck softly, 

"When we cuddle in my room..."

"Yes?"

"Will we play... the quiet game?"

"Humm the quiet game? you know I want to play anything with you princess but are you sure? you always lose the quiet game." he smirked nibbling my neck,

"I know, but I like to play." 

"I know you do," He smirked, "How about... we play hunt instead?"

"We can?"

"I think so, I think you'd love a game of hunt." He whispered in my ear, "Are you ready princess?"

I nodded and he bit his lip his hand on my hip, 

"Close your eyes." he demanded his tone breathy,

I giggled and closed my eyes he then pressed little kisses down my chest towards my dress but I peaked opening one eye, he saw me and growled 

"ah ah ah, you took a wrong step now the lions gonna bite the little doe," He smirked as he sunk his teeth into my neck tugging at my skin making me squeal and kick my feet,

"Noooo! I didn't mean to,"

He pulled back and fixed some hair behind my ear, "Open your mouth princess." he demanded, I blushed but opened my mouth as wide as I could his thumb moved to stroke my bottom lip, "Tounge out." He demanded so I playfully forced my tongue out as far as I could, He smirked and ran his hands over my dress as I sat on his leg keeping me sat for a good while like this, "Humm getting tired yet princess?"

I shook my head even if my mouth was tried, he moved his fingers close stroking my lips,

"suck." he demanded so I did as he asked and took his index and middle finger into my mouth sucking them and licking them making sure to keep eye contact as I did, which forced a low groan, "ummm such a good little princess," he cooed his palm resting on my chin to hold my face as his fingers moved to thrust inside my mouth leaving me to have to move my head to keep his fingers in my mouth and to keep sucking until he pulled his fingers out completely. "You know, Princess, I think that you are just a bit too tightly wound. I will loosen you up... I think your outfit is too much, and I want it off of you. What do you think, Princess? Should I take off your dress?"

"Lancel.. someone might-"

"No one will see," he smirked as he unlaced my dress front, "Keep quiet for me princess,"

I nodded as he tugged at my dress gently at first but the more he unlaced the more eager he got almost ripping my dress until it was unlaced to my waist and he pushed back the soft yellow fabric to reveal my bare breasts but keeping it on my shoulders he bit his lip hard as he looked at my exposed body his hand came and stroked my neck and down my chest fondling my breasts as he went, "How does that feel princess? Do you like the feeling of my hand against your skin?" he smirked and I nodded, "Hummm such a good little princess. such a good little doe for her lion," he cooed, as his hand came to my breast still slick from my sucking a she rubbed on my nipple to harden it moving his index and middle finger back and forth over my right nipple forcing it to get hard for his attention as well as causing me to whine and squirm on his lap,

"Uhhh Lancel..." I whined, 

"Ah ah ah I said quiet princess." he smirked biting my neck harder than before grabbing my breast in his hand fondling and groping me as I sat on his thigh, "Ummm I love playing with your fucking tits." he smirked, moving both hands to grope and squeeze,

"Ahhh Lancel!" I squealed,

"Humm what about quiet don't you understand?" He smirked biting my neck even harder as he did I whined and stroked his clothes as I squeezed my legs together feeling myself get wetter for his rubbing and groping, "oh. That's why?" He growled forcing my dress up to stroke my bare thigh he slapped my ass again before he stroked my pussy, "Awww so wet princess."

"Uhh Lancel..." I whined,

"This what you want? this what you want princess?"

"Yes..."

"Humm really? Is this what you want? Do you want my fingers inside you? You want me to finger your cute little pussy princess?" 

"Yes. Please lancel..." 

"Awww you are adorable," he cooed, "say it."

"I-"

"Say it my little doe."

"I want your fingers inside my pussy lancel... please... devour your doe my lion."

"That's better." he smirked forcing my dress off me completely leaving me naked on his lap tapped my thigh and I happily opened them," Aww such a good princess," he cooed as his hand moved to slip his index and middle finger inside me his thumb rubbing my clit making me squeal and scream as he kissed me to keep me quiet as he thrusted his fingers hard and rubbed on my clit the same pace as his other hand rubbed on my nipple, we kissed making out heavily often moaning into each others mouths as his hands pleasured me endlessly. I knew I was close but he didn't stop instead He pulled back with a groan and smirked at me, "On your knees. suck my cock. Now princess." He demanded, I blushed as he moved his hand back but I did as he asked moving to my knees and unlacing his trousers taking his hard cock in my hand and sucking it as mercilessly as he had fingered me I could feel the litter below my knees knowing we were moving again but I didn't care to stop he threw his head back and often tugged my hair until we felt the unmistakable feeling of the litter being set on the ground, we quickly pulled back and peaked out seeing we had now returned to the red keep, "Shit-" He muttered fixing himself,

"Lancel..." I whine in desperation, 

"I know princess, I know." he muttered clearly desperate too but he handed me my dress and helping me to relace it, "Come on, we'll deal with the nonsense and continue up in your room, alright princess?"

"Alright," I pouted, 

"Don't pout my little doe, you can have your lion later," he said,

"All of my lion?" I begged,

"Every single bit of me my princess." he cooed biting my neck playfully before giving my lips a kiss and my ass a slap so we both sighed and climbed out to return to business like nothing had happened. 

[transassdemon]

ASOIAF CHARACTERS AS TSHIRTS

All the Stark kids

Fat Walda or Ramsay

Bran @everyone after his accident

Cersei

House Reed

Renly & Loras

Tyrion

House Mormont

Lancel Lannister

[adarkandmagicalforest]

[zetaaa]

"...even a poor copy of Jaime is sweeter than an empty bed, I suppose..." (ACOK, Tyrion VII)

( for "Lannisters are a mess of beautiful things" @captainelliecomb )

[melrosing]

Do you consider what Cersei does to Lancel SA

talked about in more detail here but tl;dr unambiguously yes. it’s one of the strongest portrayals in the series of grooming, abuse and trauma, and I really don’t think people would consistently struggle to identify it as such if the genders were reversed.

[erosdoceamargo]

tyrion and jaime talking about lancel

[holb32]

The Hound and the Lioness

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader - Smut -

Part One!

Summary - Gianna Lannister is the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister from his second wife Lynnette Stark. When Gia rushes in to help Sansa Stark, after her nephew humiliates her, the king suddenly has a 'brilliant' idea... or so he says.

A/N - This is only the second time I've done something like this... so bare with me please.

WARNINGS - If you are UNDER 18 then DO NOT read! Forced marriage, loss of virginity, blow job, blood, PIV, maybe breeding kink and size kink, literally has no plot just doing this coz I had an idea! If I've missed anything that should be added as a warning then please let me know!

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Gianna watched from the crowd that had gathered in the throne room, as Joffrey terrorised poor Sansa Stark, again.

"You're here to answer for your brother's latest crimes. What do you have to say?" Joffrey aimed his armed crossbow at the Stark girl as she kneeled before him.

"Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part in it!" The poor girl began to sob, "You know this, Your Grace. I beg-" Joffrey had cut her off before she could finish, Ser Lancel, tell her what her brother has done!" Demanded Joffrey.

As Ser Lancel stepped forwards, so did Gianna. She always knew something wasn't right with her eldest nephew. He was evil, one of the evilest beings she's ever come across. Gia was appalled with his actions and about the fact that no one could make him stop, not even his mother.

"Using some vile sorcery your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves." Lancel announced. Gianna couldn't understand how people actually believe this stuff. So she rolled her eyes and mentally face palmed herself, ridiculous fools, she thought to herself.

"Thousands of good men were slaughtered, after the butchering, the Northmen feasted on the meat of the slain." This made the crowd surrounding them gasp and whisper in horror. War was a dreadful thing, Gianna knew that, but she really couldn't see that happening. At least not on Robb Stark's orders or his mothers. When she first met them, when she went with her older sister Cersei and her family to Winterfell, she'd gotten on well with the Starks.

"Killing you would, mayhaps, send your traitor brother a message." Gianna snapped out of her thoughts at that, surely he's not really contemplating that? The poor Stark girl began to weep, "But my mother insists on keeping you alive, unfortunately. Stand." Sansa stood at the king's orders, ever the obedient Lady Stark. Gianna's pity for the girl grew day by day. She didn't deserve this, no one did.

"So, we'll just have to send your brother a message some other way." Gianna took another step forward, just so she stood slightly out of the crowd, as if she might run towards young Lady Stark, she was family after all, distant but still family. "Meryn." The unspoken order was spoken and Joffrey's favoured Kingsguard stepped towards Sansa, "Leave her face, I like her pretty." And with that Sansa was punched to the stomach.

Gianna gasped and tried to step forwards, but before anyone could truly notice, her handmaid Dalia grabbed her arm, "No, my Lady. I do not think it wise to step in." Gia didn't take her eyes off Sansa. Meryn took out his sword and struck the backs of her legs, so she fell to the floor.

"Meryn, my dear lady's over-dressed. Unburden her." The Knight stood behind poor Sansa and ripped the back of her dress open, "If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder!" Ser Meryn took out his sword again, swinging it over his head, "What is the meaning of this?"

The crowd split to allow Gianna's brother, Tyrion Lannister, to make his way through along with his man Bronn. "What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl!" Snaps Tyrion. "The kind who serves his king, Imp!" Meryn Snapped back. Gianna hated that man, he was just as vile and cruel as her nephew. "Careful now, we wouldn't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak." Bronn, even though he irritated Gia sometimes with his crude words, managed to shut the Knight up.

"Would someone get the girl something to cover herself with." Gianna and Sandor 'The Hound' stepped forward towards Sansa. "It's alright sweet girl, Tyrion will handle Joffrey." Whispered the young Lannister Lady as the Hound grabbed his White Cloak over her shoulders.

"She's to be your queen. Do you have no regard towards her honour?" Questioned Tyrion, "I'm punishing her!" Tyrion gaped, "For what crimes? She's not fighting her brother battles you half wit!" Gianna helped Sansa stand, wrapping the girl in her arms.

"Your behaviour is despicable, Nephew! She's done nothing wrong!" Gia shouted. The Stark girl shook in the Lannister Lady's arms. "Neither of you can speak to me like that! The king can do as he likes!" Again Lady Lannister rolled her eyes, "The Mad King did as he liked! Look where that got him! Killed by his own guard, his people rebelled against him. Is that what you want to be done to you? For people a hundred years from now to remember you as the king who beat helpless Ladies?" Snapped Gianna, turning to her brother, "Perhaps they'll title him 'The Half-wit King', brother?" The people in the room sniggered and gasped. Gia swore she heard The Hound huff amusingly behind her.

"No one threatens his Grace in the presence of the kingsguard!" Meryn rushed towards Gianna, threateningly. "I'm not threatening him, Ser. I'm merely giving my nephew some... advice." Gianna didn't bother to look at Ser Meryn. "Bronn the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him." Tyrion said in a bored manner, turing to Ser Meryn, "Now that was a threat... see the difference?!" Gia chuckled at her older brother, they'd always been close, even since she was a little girl.

Tyrion walked towards his little sister and Sansa, leading them away. "I apologise for my nephew's behaviour. Tell me the truth, do you want this wedding to happen?" Spoke Tyrion softly, "We could try to get the engagement broken, if you'd like?" Gia rubbed the girls shoulders and they walked, "I am loyal to king Joffrey-" Stated Sansa, pulling out of Gianna's arms, "He is my one true love." With that she walked ahead of them, her ladies maids following her.

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Gianna was summoned back to the throne room, a couple hours later. As she walked in she realised that the crowd had only gotten bigger. At the throne sat her nephew, on both sides of him were his mother, Gianna's only and older sister, and the hand, who was Gianna's father. At the bottom of the stairs to the throne stood the kingsguard.

"You summoned me, Your Grace." Gianna stood before her family. She had changed into a more comfortable dress, since she was planning to go horse riding after. "Yes, I did." Signed Joffrey. "Tell me, Dear Aunt. Do you think the way you spoke to me earlier was appropriate? Especially of a Lady." Questioned the king.

Gianna looked towards her father at that moment, his face was emotionless. So she looked towards her kingsguard brother, he looked nervous for her. "I said what I thought to be true, Your Grace." She wouldn't lie. He needed to be told. Cersei scoffed, "You're king deserves more respect from you." Gianna rolled her eyes, "DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!" Screeched Cersei. "My apologise, sister."

"You know, I'll have to punish you." Gia's heart began to race. Surely her father wouldn't allow that. She was his daughter, and she knew he favoured her out of all his children. Looking towards him again she saw that his face was still, emotionless.

"You see, I've had a few hours to... come up with your punishment. Mother helped me." They both chuckled. "You're young, unmarried, pretty. What better punishment is there than to marry you to a... hound." The crowd gasped at their king's words. Joffrey laughed hysterically. "Mother's always calling you a bitch, so it seems quite fitting! Don't you think?!" I glanced towards 'The Hound' . He stood tall, but you could tell he was angry.

"Your Grace I don't think that's-" Tywin tried to reason with his grandson, he didn't want to drag his house through the mud again. "Silence!'' shouted Joffrey. "Hound stand by your bride to be!" Sandor reluctantly moved to stand beside Gianna. "The Hound and his bitch. He's so massive I'm sure he'll split her open when he takes her maidenhead!" Gianna looked down in shame at being spoken about in such a way.  

“Your wedding will be the day after tomorrow.” With that Joffrey excused everyone. Gianna quickly left the throne room, rushing to her chambers. Tears were dripping down her face as threw herself on her bed; her head buried in her arms. 

[purplerocketlavalamp]

Friend - Hey, you're having one of those hyper focus again, Me - Am I? Friend - You're not noticing? Me - Not really... Friend - You've been like... really into Rings of Power, a show you actively said you don't really like... Like why? Me -

Really,

You

can't

Even

Think

of

A single

Way

This

Could

Have

Happened

Are you serious?

This. This is why I could never be in charge of casting... ANYTHING ever. Cause Even I can see the typecasting habits my own imagination seems to stick with,

Anyone who's Unaware I have a writing account - @the-fiction-witch

[writergirl2011]

The wonderful, amazing, incredible @ilikeblue wrote this hilarious story for me for this year's Jaime/Brienne Fic Exchange!! It was based on my prompt for something like "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," and it absolutely delivers!!! Check it out!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[the-fiction-witch]

Protection

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Lancel Lannister Couple - Lancel X Reader Reader - Y/n Baratheon Rating - Sweet + Dark Word Count - 4254

Warning - abuse / Threatens of abuse /SA

lancel stood at court, His first court since becoming a knight of the kingdom. Dressed in his upscale Lannister finery, hair done and freshly bathed to be as presentable as he could be sword at his hip. He was not use to all this but he had to learn to be. The king Joffrey sat on the throne listening to the foolish song a bard had written to mock him

When the bard finished Joffrey clapped with thick sarcasm, "A very good song. Humorous. I'm sure the tavern folk enjoyed it" he smirked,

“Please your grace I meant no-”

"No no. You wrote it. You shall seek the rewards of it. Have his fingers cut off one by one and then remove his tounge so no man will hear the song again" the king demanded and immediately the bard was dragged off by the guards,

“No! Please! Your grace! I beg you!” He screamed as he was dragged away,

Joffrey then demanded the Lady Y/n Baratheon, daughter of Stannis, and his own cousin take the floor. She was a beautiful girl in a Baratheon yellow dress she approached fearfully and kneeled, "Cousin. I’m sure you have heard tales of the horrors your father inflicted on Kings Landing at the battle of Blackwater"

"Yes your grace," she nodded,

"Then what do you say to the people of this city who suffered through your father's men? Should they not have justice for the pain inflicted, the homes destroyed and the lives taken?"

Lancel watched as Joffrey chastised the girl. The king had a point. The city had suffered when her father attacked. Lancel shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

"yes, your grace they should, and I'm sure in due time punishment will come to those responsible, my father... My father is a traitor he has abandoned the light of the seven and at his unholy crimes I know the seven will see a time to punish him" she explained the panic in her voice

"But don't you think those who lost lives, loves, and homes deserve a more... Immediate reward" the king smirked wickedly

He eyed the girl at the king's feet. She seemed uncomfortable being put on display to the king. He could only imagine the discomfort of the crowd watching on.

"I suggest she pay her father's debts. In blood! But so many have been lost for one little girl. I want every life lost on the battle counted and each one a cut soon her skin!" Joffery demanded

"Please your grace My father's crimes are not mine, as your father's aren't yours."

"You must be punished!" Joffery yelled

Lancel's mouth dropped open. What was the point of this display? Lancel understood the need for punishment, for justice, but this was an innocent cousin of the king, a girl who hadn't raised arms against the city. Lancel stood there, speechless. What could he say to prevent the madness of the king's decision? What could be done to make the king understand that a member of his family was not the enemy? Lancel swallowed and stepped forward towards the king. "Your Grace," he said, his voice wavering. "Lady Baratheon bears no guilt in this matter, Your Grace." He stared at the king, his face pleading. "To punish her for her father's actions only perpetuates the cycle of violence and injustice." Lancel's knuckles were white as he gripped the handle of his sword. His words were bold, and he could see the king's irritation at them. His palms were sweating, and his heart beat furiously in his chest. He knew he was risking his life in standing up to the king.

"you fought at my side in the battle of Blackwater did you no ser lancel?" The king asked

Y/n looked up to lancel her eyes pleading with him as the only one who wanted to help her,

"Yes Your Grace. Aye. I fought at your side." Lancel looked to her The look in her eyes made him feel slightly ashamed. She was a girl, a lady, younger than him, and terrified.

"and we know first hand the death her father caused? And yet you defend her?"

Lancel shifted uncomfortably on his feet, unsure of his next words. He wanted to speak from the heart. "I know the pain and destruction caused by her father in the battle," Lancel began. "The homes destroyed, the smallfolk slain." he nodded "But, Your Grace," he continued, "the daughter isn't responsible for the sins of the father. She cannot bear the weight of his transgressions."

"stannis is a traitor! To me! To the kingdom! He is a traitor! She is traitors blood!"

"Blood does not make her guilty." Lancel said firmly. "She did not pick her father. She cannot be held responsible for his choices." She didn't look dangerous. Or evil. She looked scared and he couldn’t help but pity her,

"I will not kill her. After all we need her to pay for each life in turn." Joffery demanded "Ser Peters begin. Do not fear for bloodying her face she's not pretty enough to worry over" the king demanded

Ser Peters only closed the distance and his first hit was against her cheek with the pummel of his sword sending her to the floor, Lancel watched in horror as the girl crumpled to the ground. The sound of the strike rang in his ears. He felt anger rise within him, and he had to keep himself from pulling his sword to defend her.

Lancel felt his breath catch in his throat. He tried to take deep breaths, but they came too short and choppy. This was not right. "No!" Lancel yelled, his eyes wide, his heart pounding in his chest. "This is cruel and unjust. You cannot punish an innocent girl for her father's crimes." He knew he was playing a dangerous game by defying the king, but the sight in front of him was too much. "This is madness," he called out, looking around at the horrified faces of the court, hoping some of the other knights would come to her aid.

Ser Peter's stuck her a good four times her screams echoing each time but no one came to help her

The sounds of the girl's screams caused a surge of anger and frustration inside Lancel. "Stop!" he cried out, his voice cracking with a mix of desperation and rage. "You are hurting an innocent girl who has done nothing wrong!"

As y/n writhed on the ground, Lancel had to stop himself from stepping in front of her to block the knight's blows. It took all the strength he possessed to stand there, witnessing the injustice unfold before him.

"... Your right ser Lancel. We are hurting her to badly" Joffery nodded "She will never take the pain of all the damage of her father and we wouldn't want her to miss any of it or have any unpaid... I have a better idea" Joffery gave ser Peter's a look and the knight grabbed Y/n by the arm dragging her onto the thrones steps, he then ripped her yellow dress exposing her shoulders and her corset, she screamed at being so exposed trying to cover herself

Lancel watched in horror as the girl was dragged to the steps of the throne, her dress torn apart, exposing her delicate shoulders and corset. He could feel his stomach clenching in anger, and he had to grip the hilt of his sword to keep from reacting. "No, no, no," he muttered, his voice low and full of anger. He wanted to stop this, to prevent this humiliation, but he didn't know what to do.

"every man at court who lost a son, a bother, a friend will have Thier use of you. And when that is over you will walked though the streets and any smallfolk who desire to touch you, have you, or hurt you will find you a woman of free use" joffery demanded

Lady Y/n cried and begged for mercy but the king had I care for her

Anger coursed through his veins, Lancel felt his face flushing crimson. He couldn't stand to see this injustice happening. This girl had done nothing wrong; she was just a young girl caught in a game of politics and power. "No, Your Grace," Lancel protested, his voice faltering with the enormity of what he was defying. "This is wrong. She does not deserve this humiliation."

"enough! I am the king!" Joffery demanded "Ser Peters hold her down until her resolve breaks, and Ser merrin I offer you the first of the day. Or ser Lancel as you seem so ripe to defend her, how about you take her first"

Lancel's mouth went dry as Joffrey spoke. He felt a knot in his gut. He wanted to scream, to yell, to tell the king that this was wrong, but he could not. He stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

Ser Merrin approached the girl, a cruel look in his eyes. Lady Y/n whimpered and sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

With a sharp intake of breath, Lancel felt his body move on its own. He knew what he had to do. He had to protect this girl, this innocent girl, from the king's cruelty. Without hesitation he stepped forward, drawing his sword and interposing himself between the knight and the girl.

"No!" he declared, his voice shaking with anger and determination. "I will not let you touch her."

"I offered her to you first and now you deny others, that's just rude ser Lancel"

"I refuse to participate in this farce," Lancel retorted, his voice firm and resolute. "I will not defile an innocent girl at the command of a madman." He glanced at Lady Y/n, who cowered behind him, her face covered in tears.

"then move and let the knights who will" ser peters demanded

Y/n cowered behind lancel desperate for his protection,

Lancel clenched his jaw tightly. He couldn't bring himself to move. He stood firmly in front of the girl, shielding her from the leering knights and the cruel king. "No," he repeated, his voice firm and resolute. "No one will touch her while I stand here!"

"what on earth is the meaning of this!" Hand of the king tywin lannister made his entrance

"Ah, Lord Tywin," Lancel said, his voice barely concealing his relief. "I am preventing the other knights from harming this innocent girl. They seek to defile her under the king's command."

The Lord of Casterly Rock eyed him, his face unreadable.

lord Tywin walked to the throne and began to chastise the king "the baratheon girl is your cousin by blood, and hwe position here at court was under your late father's protection, her being safe in this keep keeps many of us breathing and Stannis would happily have burnt you, me, and the rest of us to the ground if she wasn't... Do you have no respect for her honour atleast?"

"The king can do as he likes!" Joffery yelled

"And the hand is advising him... Not to do something monumentally stupid"

"... Fine... Confine her to her chambers."

"Good, ser Lancel walk her down, and someone give the girl something to cover herself for god sake!"

Lancel felt a weight lifted off his shoulders as the Hand of the King put a stop to the king's madness. He looked at the girl, her dress torn and her face covered in tears. "Come on, my lady," he said softly, offering her his hand. "Let's get you to your chambers."

she took his hand and he wrapped his cloak around her to keep her concealed as he walked her down to her chambers in the dark pit of the castle.

As soon as the door of her chamber closed she hugged lancel tightly and cried hysterically into his chest

"Thank you... Thank you... Thank you"

He gently held her, his arms wrapping around her trembling frame. He could feel the warmth of her body pressing against his, and he tried his best to soothe her tears with soft words. "Hush now, my lady," he whispered. "You are safe now. Rest and try to calm yourself. "

"thank you... Thank you... He was really to let those men..."

Lancel gently ran a hand through her hair, soothing her. "That is all in the past now," he said, his voice soft but filled with resolve. "I swear to you, on all I hold sacred, that I will do everything in my power to ensure your safety and well-being from this point forward."

"thank you Ser Lancel," she fell to her knees hugging his legs and praising him like he was a saint,

Lancel felt the weight of her gratitude and was touched by her words. "Please, my lady, you don't need to kneel," he said, gently helping her to her feet. "I am not a saint. I just couldn't stand idly by while you were being humiliated. You deserve better, even if the king sees fit to treat you this way."

"thank you Ser Lancel" She nodded slowly going and sitting in her small bed.

And it was then Lancel noticed her chambers, Y/n was a lady of house baratheon, cousin to the king, and her chambers were deep in the castle, no windows, thick grey stone walls with no decoration, no fireplace, a small single bed with thin sheets and blankets, a trunk full of her many dresses, candles lined the place leaving stalagmites of wax, It looked almost like a cell as she sat holding his cloak to keep her warm and concealed, as she shivers with cold and fear. Lancel's heart sank as he took in the conditions of the young girl's chambers. It was almost cruel to keep her in such squalor. "It is...quite cold in here," he said softly, trying not to reveal his shock. "It is not right for a lady of your status to have such poor living conditions. I will see to it that you are provided with firewood and any other comforts you need. You do not deserve to be treated this way."

"king Joffrey demands it."

Lancel gritted his teeth, anger boiling inside of him. He couldn't believe that the king could be so cruel. "This is unacceptable. Even a prisoner deserves basic necessities like heat and warmth. You should not have to suffer like this. I will speak to the king. I will make sure you are provided with everything you need - firewood, blankets, warm clothing, anything to make your confinement bearable."

"thank you Ser Lancel" she nodded "but I fear he will only punish me further"

Lancel clenched his fists in anger, his face dark with rage. "Punish you further? It is he who should be punished. I cannot believe the audacity and cruelty of Joffrey to treat you this way. You are a lady of the king's court, a cousin to the king! You should be treated with respect and given all the comforts of a lady." He took a deep breath and composed himself. "I will speak to the king about this. I will not stand by while he continues to treat you with such disdain."

she nodded but still she trembled form the cold and the fear of what she had just endured

Lancel noticed her continued trembling and knew he had to do something to soothe her fears. "Don't worry, my lady," he said softly, trying to soothe her nerves as he sat down next to her on the small bed. "I will not let harm come to you. You are safe now." He gently wrapped his cloak tighter around her trembling shoulders, doing everything he could to keep her warm and comfort her.

she nodded and softly laid her bruised cheek on his chest,

Lancel was touched by her trust in him. He gently placed a hand on her head and began to stroke her hair, hoping it would provide some small comfort. "There now," he murmured. "You're safe. Just rest and try to sleep."

She nods and gently lays down on her bed, she has one small cotton stuffed pillow and the bed only just side enough for her to lay down, "may I keep it for now?" She asked still holding his cloak,

Lancel nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Of course, my lady," he said. "You may keep it for as long as you like. I know this is a difficult time for you, and I want to do everything I can to make sure you are as comfortable as possible." He gently tucked the cloak around her frame, making sure she was properly covered against the cold stones of the castle.

She nodded smiling slightly as he tucked her in "will you stay?"

Lancel hesitated for a moment, torn between his duty and his compassion. He knew it wasn't proper to stay in a lady's room unchaperoned, but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her alone in such a cold and dark cell. "I... of course," he said softly. "If it will make you feel safer, I will stay here with you until you fall asleep."

"thank you Ser Lancel," she nodded, "you are a very sweet lion," she cooed shifting and closing her eyes to try and rest,

Lancel felt a wave of warmth and pride wash over him at her words. He had always strived to be a gallant and honourable knight, and to hear such praise from an innocent girl touched his heart. "And you are a very brave and strong lady," he said softly, gently stroking her arm. "I will stay here and keep watch over you. Rest now, my lady, and dream of better things."

she slowly closed her eyes and began to drift to sleep

Lancel sat in silence, watching over her as she slept. The soft glow of the candlelight flickered over her face, and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Her innocence and purity shimmered like a jewel through the darkness of the room. He vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. She was a precious gem in a court of thorns, and he would do everything he could to protect her from the king's cruelty and the harsh realities of court life. Each shiver or whimper that escaped her lips was a stab at his heart. He could tell she was not comfortable and the conditions were far from ideal. She deserved better. She deserved to be in a luxurious chamber with a roaring fire and silken sheets. Not this. It was then that he noticed then that the door even from the inside had no lock. This lady. This court lady of a noble house didn't even have a lock on her door to keep her safe. Any man in the castle could come in and watch her sleep, watch her change, touch her all he wanted with nothing to prevent him,

Lancel felt a sense of shock and horror course through his veins. To think that such a lady, of such high birth and status, was given so little regard by the king that she was afforded no locks on her doors, no protections from the men in the castle. He thought of the vile man who had just left her chambers and how easily he had come and gone as he pleased.

Lancel knew then that he had to do something. He had to find a way to keep her safe, to ensure that nobody would dare to touch or harm her. He knew even if he remained it wasn't safe for her here. This room was cold, unsafe. So he made sure she was tucked in with his cloak and he lifted her up in his arms, carrying her out the room as though the castle to his own chambers,

His chambers fit for a knight or noble birth, Lannister gold and red everywhere, large double bed of silk sheets and blankets, he set her down on the bed and tucked her into his sheets which immediately made her smile nuzzling with the soft pillows happily even if she still wanted to hug his cloak,

Lancel watched over the sleeping girl as she snuggled into the soft pillows and blankets of his bed. He couldn't help but feel relief knowing that she was out of her cold and cramped room, and now safe in the luxurious chambers of a noble knight. He made sure all the windows were closed and the doors were locked tight, securing the room so no unwanted guest could enter and take advantage of her vulnerability. He then sat by the bed, watching over her as she slept, her soft breathing the only sound in the room. Lancel watched as she shifted and turned on the bed, spreading out to bask in the comfort of the soft and warm sheets. He couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat at the sound of her soft little sounds of contentment. He had never seen her so peacefully asleep before, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that he had made her feel safe and comfortable.

Y/n slept for a good few hours likely the first good sleep she'd had in months, but slowly she sits up her hair a mess, and still clutching his cloak she rubbed her eyes and let our a huge yawn "hummmmm?" She mumbled seeming confused about where she was,

Lancel looked up from where he was sitting she looked adorable as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. "Good morning, my lady," he said softly, a small smile on his lips. "Did you sleep well? You looked so peaceful."

"I did... Where am I ser lancel? Did I die of cold and this is heaven? If so... Did you die of cold too?"

Lancel chuckled softly at her sleepy question. He couldn't help but think she was adorable, even in her confusion. "No, my lady," he said, his voice gentle and soothing. "You are not dead, and neither am I. You are in my chambers. I couldn't bear the thought of you sleeping in that cold cell, without any protection or safety. So I brought you here, where you will be safe and comfortable."

"oohh you didn't have to do that for me"

Lancel shook his head, a soft smile on his lips. "I wanted to," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You deserve to be protected and kept safe. I could not bear the thought of you being left alone in that cold cell, with no one to look after you. You are a lady of noble birth, and you should be treated as such."

"but you're already done so much for me"

Lancel chuckled softly, a soft smile on his lips. "Perhaps," he said, his voice gentle. "But there is nothing I would not do to make sure you are safe and comfortable. You are a lady of the court, and it is my duty to look out for the safety and well-being of all ladies in the castle. So please, allow me to do this small thing for you, if it brings you even a moment of comfort and peace."

"but I've taken up your bed..."

Lancel chuckled softly at her concern. "It is not a problem, my lady," he said, a smile on his lips. "I have plenty of space to spare, and I am happy to share it with a lady such as yourself. I'm quite used to sleeping in a camp, so this bed is much more comfortable than what I'm used to. You are more than welcome to stay, for as long as you need."

"thank you Lancel"

Lancel nodded, a warm smile on his face. "Of course, my lady," he said, his voice gentle and kind. "Please make yourself comfortable and feel at home here. I will arrange for some breakfast to be brought up for you, if you like. And if there is anything else I can do to make your stay more comfortable, please do not hesitate to ask."

"Please just Y/n" she smiled "you've already done so much for me I couldn't even dare to dream of anything more, and I should make you breakfast as payment for-"

Lancel chuckled softly at her insistence that he call her by her first name. "As you wish, Y/n," he said, his voice warm and friendly. "And please, do not worry. There is nothing you need to pay me for. It is my honour and my pleasure to be able to help you. As a knight, it is my duty to protect and serve, and I take great pleasure in fulfilling that duty for someone as sweet and kind as you.”

"I could?"

Lancel nodded, his face lighting up at her question. "Of course, you may," he said, a warm smile on his lips. "I can arrange for some hot bath water to be brought up to my chambers, and I have a selection of scented soaps and oils that you can use to pamper yourself. You deserve to be spoiled after everything you have been through."

"...yes please, could maybe I have a nice bubble bath? And some strawberries?"

Lancel smiled at her request for a bubbled bath and some strawberries. "Of course you can have a bubble bath, and some strawberries too," he said, a small smile on his lips. "I will have everything you need brought up to my chambers immediately. And I'll even ask the kitchen to send up some fresh scones and cream for you to eat while you relax in the tub. You deserve to be pampered, and I'm happy to do anything I can to make your stay here pleasurable sweet y/n.”

“Thank you Lancel,” she smiled giving his cheek a small peck which turned his face Lannister crimson,

“You uhh you’re very welcome,”