#game of thrones lancel

[the-fiction-witch]

Lion Cubs

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Lancel Lannister Couple - Lancel X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + neck kissing / lap sitting / nudity / fondling / breast play / nipple play / wetness / bitting/ eating out / nipple sucking / fingering / orgasms / squirting / raw sex / breeding kink/ Word Count - 4018

Lancel sat on his chair, taking in the evening. The sun setting over the river land hills, the water of darry river softly flowing, the castle stood tall but cold even in the glow of the sunset.

Lancel sat on his balcony a cup of dornish red wine in hand, his clothes gold and red lannister colours and embroidered lions for the heraldry of house lannister

The cold, damp stone of Darry Castle still feels alien to the Western man. In place of the gold tinted halls of Casterly Rock and Lannisport, Lancel has been left to rule in the cold and grey castle. A castle that does not feel like home. That is if any place is truly his home.

He took a sip of his wine, the vintage a finer one than he would have been allowed when a boy, the sort of wine he use to serve king Robert by the tankard but that seemed a life ago.

"Must you drink so much these evenings?" Y/n asked him, as she emerged from the chamber curtains heading out onto the balcony,

Y/n had been given to Lancel part of the package deal, he was made ser Lancel, made lord of Darry, warden of the river lands and had to marry lady Y/n, a deal he didn't exactly hate, her body wrapped up in a beautiful red gown that showed off her body perfectly,

"This much and more," Lancel responded with a smirk. He always felt more confident with drink. He took another deep swig of the wine, as she joined him on the balcony. The coolness of the wine was a contrast to the beauty that was Y/n. He knew from the moment the deal was struck that bedding her was one of the more enjoyable parts of the deal. Lancel sat back and gestured her forward. "Come take a seat."

"You are starting to drink too much my lion" she said standing behind him stroking her hands over his shoulders giving him a soft back rub before her hands trial into his blonde locks her fingers knotting in his hair to massage his scalp, before finally she rested her elbows against his shoulders, her hands down his chest, her cheek against his head as she presses a tender kiss "you don't want to end up like your grandfather" she reminds

Lancel closed his eyes, enjoying the tenderness of her touch. The soft press of her cheek against the top of his head causing him to almost purr like his kin. But the mention of Tytos Lannister soured the mood, and he opened his eyes again. He placed a calloused hand on her forearm. "You worry too much." Lancel responded and he pulled her around to his front, setting her on his lap.

she rolled her eyes sitting on his thigh keeping her hands around his neck "But I'm so good at worrying" she teased

"One of the most excellent things you do." He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close in his lap. His lips finding her collarbones where her gown dipped lower. Trailing kisses around the nape of her neck. "But I don't like hearing about my Grandfather when I'm trying to have a good time with you."

"of course, forgive me Lancel, I just worry about my lion is all" she said

He continued to kiss at her neck, his hands tracing her hips. The Lannister was getting more confident in their relationship, He chuckled between kisses at her comment. "My sweet little bird, I'll never be as wild as my grandfather. I have many vices, like too much drink and you."

"I suppose so, forgive my worries." Y/n smiled kissing his cheek "Besides my mother sent me a raven last week and she has told me I am not to drink any wine at all"

That pulled him away from her neck. With a frown he pulled his head back, as his hands continued their wandering over her hips and down her thighs. "And why would your mother say such a thing?" He paused for a moment. "Are you... are you with child?"

"Not yet," she answered "but I hope to be soon, my sweet lion needs his little cub sooner than later. And we... Have yet to be successful in such matters. So I asked her for advice" she explained "My mother has had sixteen children Lancel I was meerly curious if she had any recommendations, and she advised me not to drink wine, until my stomach swells"

Lancel's frown immediately disappeared at the mention of a child. The very thought exciting yet terrifying. He nodded along to her explanation before smiling at the reasoning for the abstination of alcohol. His hand slid from her thigh, cupping her stomach. His hand almost large enough to cover most of the flat expanse. "Hopefully that wont take much longer, my little bird. With what we've been doing, surely it will not be much time."

"I hope so" she nodded resting a hand on his "I have such wishes and hopes, to give my lion a whole pride of sweet cubs"

"And how many cubs do you think you can give me, my sweet little bird?" Lancel asked, his hand slowly rubbing her stomach. He always felt a pang of sadness, a feeling of failure on the nights they have been unsuccessful. A deep seated insecurity as a husband and future father.

Y/n frowned a moment looking down at her stomach, she had fears about the matter. As Lancel and Y/n had almost been married a year and Lancel had always been very affectionate and very willing to bed her, but still no little lion cubs had began in her stomach part of her feared something was wrong with her and that Lancels family would force him to take a wife who could give him a pride of lannister lion cubs "I would give you as many as you could ever ask for my lion" a tone of sadness to her words her eyes glossed with tears

The tone in her voice, the look in her eyes drew Lancel out of his own mind. His hands stilled as he realized her own doubts. His fingers coming up to gently lift her chin. Her gaze now directly on him. "My sweet little bird do not despair." He said as he wiped away the single tear that began to fall down her cheek. "The Gods have their own timing, and I would be happy with even one cub from you. I do not need a pride to make me happy."

she didn't answer a tear falling slowly down her cheek

Lancel pulled her head down towards his shoulder, wrapping his arms around her. His heart ached for her as he felt the tear drop against his skin. He wanted to tell her everything will be fine and that she had no reason to worry. But the truth was he didn't know that. He didn't know why the Gods haven't yet blessed them with a cub. Instead he focused on comforting her. "Hush my sweet bird. No tears from my beautiful little bird. " His hand stroked her hair.

"forgive my foolish tears, meerly fears Is all" she answered sitting up wiping her tears and sniffling

He didn't release her though, making sure she stayed planted on his lap. One hand still stroking her hair, the other rubbing her lower back. Wanting to make sure she understood that she would not get off his lap until she no longer had tears in her eyes. "No no no sweet bird. No apologies are needed. These are normal fears for a wife to have, especially when your husband takes you to bed almost every night."

"Lancel?"

"Yes sweet bird?" Lancel asked, his hand continuing to brush through her hair. His other still gently rubbing her back. He was content to hold her as long as she need.

"is bedding me a chore?" She asked

Lancel's hand stilled for a moment, surprised by the question. Was she questioning his attraction to her? His eagerness every night to have her? He pulled back a little bit, so she had to look him in the eye again. "No my sweet bird. Never." He said, his hand coming up to cup her face. His thumb softly stroking her cheek. "I will never tire of having you."

"I feared perhaps, if you saw our bed as only a duty, or as a chore of an evening. Perhaps that could have been why the gods had not let blessed us"

"I do not understand your fears, sweet bird. Never have I seen you as anyting other than beautiful." Lancel paused, contemplating her question. If there was a reason why the Gods have yet to bless them. "But I assure you, it is not my lack of desire. Or my belief of duty that has resulted in this. There is no chore when it comes to bedding my sweet little bird."

"there isn't?"

"No." Lancel answered without hesitation. "When I come to you at evening. It is not to do a duty. It is because I desire you, and my need to have you is greater than sleep." He pulled her closer to his lap. His eyes never leaving hers.

she blushed and giggled a little nuzzling Into his neck

The sound of her giggles was like a balm to his soul. Knowing his words brought the small amount of happiness back into her heart. He continued his hand stroking her back and his fingers twirling the strands of her hair. He enjoyed her weight on his lap, as she leaned into his chest. "My sweet bird, never think such thoughts again. I find you beautiful and I desire you. Always." Lancel's hands moved from her hair to the straps of her dress, slowly loosening them. His fingers gently pulling the red material to reveal a shoulder. His eyes watching her reaction. "You will never be a chore my sweet little bird."

"No?" She cooed

He continued pulling the dress down her body, revealing more of her skin to the evening night air. His fingers dancing over her collarbones and her shoulders as he worked the material down farther and farther. "Never." He whispered, gently kissing at her jawline as he continued to work the material down her body and past her hips.

Y/n giggled as her dress was forced off her body. She shivers a little as her skin meets the cold air, once the dress passes her hips it fluttered in a pile onto the stone leaving her utterly for his eyes, she tries to innocently conceal herself with her little hands given they are on the balcony and anyone could see them "Lancel!" She giggled

The sound of her giggles sent an explosion of desire through his body. He pulled her hands away from her body, moving them to his shoulders.

"None of that sweet bird." He murmured against her neck, as he kissed and bit at the exposed flesh. His hands moving up her body to cup her breasts. "Let me look at you."

she innocently squealed as he cupped her flesh kicking her feet playfully, she nuzzled closer kissing his neck to keep her quiet tightening her grip on his shoulders as he cups and fondles her causing two very physical reactions, her thighs tremble and glisten between them, and her breasts perk up for his touching and the cold air her nipples becoming hard,

Lancel let out a small moan as she kissed his neck. The innocent sounds of her squeals spurring him on as her body reacted to his touch. His hands gently pulling her up taking her into their chambers and he laid her down onto the bed and stepped between her legs. "My sweet little bird." he whispered, leaning over her as he continued to kiss down her neck to her collarbone and further down her chest. "Do I feel like someone burdened by duty at this moment?"

Y/n giggled as she laid on the red silk sheets embroidered with lions her dark chocolate hair cascading around her, her exposed body against the red silk, on her back already showing her physical arousal for his touch as her cunt glistened

She bites her bottom lip and slowly shakes her head

"Is that a no little bird?" He asked, knowing very well what her answer was. His hands traveled down over her hips and down her thighs, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin. "If I was merely a husband performing his duties, would I take the time to do this?"

He knelt between her legs, leaning down to press kisses against her knee. Slowly making his way up her inner thigh.

"Lancel" she begged already excited at the prospect of what he was to do to her, Y/n knew she was a very lucky woman, not only being married to a lannister, a lord, a knight, to a handsome man like Lancel, to a man who wanted her as far more then just a breeding mare to bed as he feels a bored stiffness. But Y/n knew how often women where overlooked, ignored and used for nothing but the pleasure of this husband's, many women she knew had never once felt an apex of pleasure. So whenever Lancel even suggested giving her ... Some tender loving kisses to that place she would go giddy with excitement

He placed another lingering kiss high on her thigh, the very edge of his tongue tasting her excited skin. He chuckled against her as she squirmed under his touch. He could tell how excited she was, the scent of her filling his senses and making him harden, His lips moved up her body, over her hip, up her stomach to the edge of her breast. "Is there ever a moment you doubt that I desire you, my sweet bird?"

"Lancel" she begged her back arching as she tugs his lannister gold hair down to her stomach

Lancel moved up her body until he was laying over her, his weight resting on his forearms. His lips millimeters over the underside of her breast as she tugged on his hair. "You do not have to beg me for attention my sweet bird. You need only ask." He took a nipple in his mouth, gently kissing and then biting at the sensitive flesh

"please...Lancel...kisses... Your lips... Your mouth... lower...Please" she begged between excited gasps her back arching as he kissed her there already forcing them to harden and her hips to squirm in uncontrollable pleasure"

Lancel chuckled against her flesh, his tongue taking over where his mouth had just been, as he worked his way lower down her body. He wanted to tease her. To make her beg even more for his touch. So he made his way down her stomach. His lips stopping to give a few bites along the sensitive flesh. One of his arms wrapped around her leg, pulling her body closer to his. His kisses slowly making their way back towards her hip, until he was right next to where she wanted him most. He smirked as he ran his nose over her mound lower and lower until His breath tickled the sensitive flesh. His mouth so close to where she wanted it and yet he didn't move any closer. "Is this what my sweet little bird wants?" He pressed a light kiss on the top of her mound.

she nodded "mhm"

He chuckled at her nodding. Still not moving any further. His tongue flicking out to gently taste her cunt. He looked up her body, enjoying seeing her body shiver and squirm under him. "I want to hear you say it, my little bird. Tell me what you want."

she squealed at the lick "please Lancel!"

He pressed another kiss against her lower lips, keeping up his slow teasing pace. "Please what? You need to be more specific, my sweet bird."

"please Lancel... Please, kiss... Suck... Please... Make me-" she begged

"Make you what my sweet little bird? I know you can do it."

He said, his breath tickling her flesh as he spoke. He kept his face in between her legs, as he teased her with just his tongue running his tongue over. Knowing what she wanted to say, but not wanting her to get it until he heard the words he wanted from her lips.

"cum" she begged her breath ragged and breathy

"Such language that comes from the lips of a lady." Lancel chuckled, amused that it did not take much to get her to start begging. His tongue pressed against her clit, wanting to tease her just a little bit longer. It was a bit too enjoyable to see her squirming under him.

she screamed his name begging him for the mercy she carved

He loved hearing her say his name like that. Scream his name as she writhed under him. He gave into her pleas. Deciding she had begged long enough as his tongue flicked against her. "Is this what you want my sweet little bird? Just like this?"

she moaned and writhed against the bed already enjoying herself beyond words

He chuckled again, watching the beautiful sight of her writhing under him. His arms snaking around her body to keep her from squirming away. He focused his tongue, trying to find the pace that would make her scream his name the loudest.

she screamed and moaned and squealed her voice echoing off the chamber walls in ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair knotting, her back arching, her whole body reacting, soaking her against him, and coating her body in sweat as she gasps for breath

Her sounds of ecstasy brought a smile to his face. Feeling her body spasm beneath him as she screamed and writhed against him. He continued his tongue and lips moving at just the pace she needed to find her release. His hands roamed her body as she arched and writhed. Part of him couldn't imagine why the Gods weren't blessing them with a cub with how often she reacted like this.

it wasn't long before it happened, the loud screams building and building until it finally hit

Y/n screamed gripping the sheets hard, her body tenses and shivers, her skin slik with sweat, her eyes roll back, her mouth hung open, her breasts perky, her back arching, her knees fall slack and her toes curl, her voice shredding as it races across her body, and she soaks their bed before her body collapsed limp on the sheets

Lancel smiled against her flesh. His tongue still gently working her through her orgasm. Feeling her body react under him. The taste of her on his tongue and the sounds of her screams and moans echoed in his ears. He gently pushed himself up. Straddling her body and looking down at her as she collapsed against the bed sheets. Her body spent and her face flushed.

"Did I satisfy you my sweet little bird?"

she nodded between gasps with her satisfied little smile

Lancel chuckled at her satisfied nod. Taking in her flushed, sweaty body as she recovered from her release. He leaned down, bracing himself on his forearms as his face was hovering right above hers. "Do you still think I merely view this as a duty to you? Do you think my desire for your is a simple chore that I do at the evening?"

she shakes her head unable to form words

Lancel smiled down at her, amused with how speechless he managed to make her. She layed against the sheets, skin flushed, sweaty and out of breath, and yet she was more beautiful in this state than any other. He ran a hand down her side, enjoying the feel of her body against his. "You are mine sweet bird. Remember that. I want you. I desire you. And I will not rest until I have planted my cub in your belly."

she nodded between her gasps "Lancel?"

"Yes my sweet little bird?" Lancel asked, taking the moment to gently brush back strands of loose hair from her face, still watching the rise and fall of her heaving chest in deep breaths.

"I adore my lion" she cooed

Lancel chuckled at how adorable she looked at the moment. Her cheeks flushed and her words still catching in her as she recovered from her orgasm. She looked like a sated, happy little bird with messy hair and glistening skin. "But your lion adores you even more" he said, leaning down to kiss at her neck and jawline.

"are we... To work at a cub tonight?" She whispered

"We're certainly going to try." Lancel whispered against her neck. His hands roaming down her body to caress her stomach at those words. His lips nibbling and kissing at any bit of skin they could reach.

she giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist

He chuckled, feeling her legs wrap around him. He slowly ground his hips against hers, to make sure she could feel his excitement. He continued to kiss and nibble on her skin, before moving his lips to her ear to whisper to her. "I'm to make you scream my name again tonight my sweet little bird."

"however does my lion desire his bird?" She whispered "on her back? Bend down the bed? Riding?" She suggested

Her little whispers and suggestions went straight to his groin. He nipped at her ear and then her neck, before whispering his response to her questions. "I want you all the ways." He said, his tongue and lips against her skin. "I want you under me." He bit gently at her lobe. "And above me." He whispered. His lips found her jawline and continued downward to her collarbone. "I want you on your back." He said, nibbling at her skin as he moved down her body. "Bent down the bed." He continued, his lips finding her sensitive breast, as he teased the flesh "And I want you riding me." He whispered against her breast, before quickly pulling her sensitive flesh into his mouth to bite and nibble. His hands ran down her body to her hips, as he moved his body until his face hovered above hers once more. "But first. I want to hear my name on your lips again."

she screamed again squeezing his hips with her thighs

His name echoed throughout the room. The sound of her screams music to his ears. He smiled down at her. Enjoying how he could make her react so strongly, with only a simple touch of his lips against her skin. "Did you like that my sweet little bird?" he whispered, leaning down closer to her face as one of his hands moved from her hip, to hold her waist.

she nodded already begging once more as she stroked his chest

He groaned as her touch as she stroked his chest. His body shivering slightly at the touch. He was already hard. And every gentle brush of her hands along his chest made more desperate to take her. He captured her lips in a kiss. His tongue delving into her mouth and his hands gently rubbing her waist as he pressed his body against hers.

"please Lancel, please, please" she begged between kisses as her fingers loop into the ties of his trousers

He groaned, letting out an impatient growl as her fingers fumbled with his trousers. Attempting to untie the straps of his clothes that seperated him from her. "Please what my sweet bird? What do you want?" He whispered as he trailed kisses down her jawline to her neck.

"to take my lion" she whispered as she managed to untie them enough to pull back the golden leather and reveal his member which she began to fondle

He moaned against her neck, feeling her hand wrapped around his length. He bucked his hips against her touch and he pulled his face away from her neck so he could speak to her. "Is that what you want sweet bird? You want your lion to take you?" He growled against her ear, nibbling at the lobe.

"my lion needs to make his little cub" she playfully reminds "and he needs to take me to do that"

Lancel chuckled, enjoying their flirtations and her reminder. He bucked his hips again, feeling her hand wrapped around his length as he whispered against her ear. "You're right my sweet little bird. I cannot put a cub in my bird until I have taken you."

[kudriaken]

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

[thranduel]

if dean (tommen's actor) could play a lannister character with very little screentime that got killed off, and then re-cast as tommen who would end up being the literal KING of the seven kingdoms, then maybe, just, MAYBE we could get davos and aeron's actors back in bigger roles...

[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]

[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. 

[atomic--peach]

Her Grace's Handmaiden Pt 23

(Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader, brief one sided Lancel Lannister x Fem Reader. Disclaimer: While Lancel's age is unstated in the show, in the books he is canonically 17. However, since the show ages everyone up by 2-3 years and we've been going by Show ages instead of Book ages so far , Lancel in this fic would be 19-20.

SMUT: male masturbation )

AO3 version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

Lannister Reign over the continent seemed to be solidifying with every passing day One Baratheon brother dead, the other cast back into the sea. Jaime was off fighting for control of the Riverlands against the Stark pup. Joffrey on the throne with his grandfather as Hand to the King, and Cersei looming over all shoulders, waiting for something to do.

She needed a distraction. Something to take her mind off the thoughts barreling through her brain.

There were the usual concerns, of course. Her dreadful little brother. The Stark Girl, who was more use to them alive but sulked around the keep like a kicked dog.

Speaking of dogs.

She shook her head.

Don't think on that, there's no point to it.

And yet she couldn't stop herself. She pictured you that night, standing in the darkness of your quarters with knowing eyes that looked almost eager for the Queen to get closer. Cersei couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she had forced you into the Holdfast with the other ladies.

You'd still be here, of course.

But that look you gave Cersei. A look to chill the blood of even the most hardened of warriors. It was the look of a predator just waiting for its prey to move into the perfect position.

But that was nonsense, Cersei knew that.

You were devoted to her, even in anger. Each time Cersei sent you away, you had always come back. You never would have left her Queen's side if you hadn't been forced to.

This was the delusion Cersei labored under for weeks, even now despite the idea being brushed off by everyone else.

She brought her distress to her father and Joffrey, and both looked at her like she had grown a second head.

"Forgive me." Tywin squinted slowly as if he didn't understand. "But it is my understanding that upon marriage, a wife becomes as one with her husband both spiritually and legally. Lady Clegane is the man's wife, therefore there can be no issue of kidnapping."

"All the same" Cersei fumed, outraged that they would not see sense. "He should be found and hanged as a deserter. If we find him, we find Lady Clegane."

"We are at war" Joffrey scoffed, "We do not have the spare men to send after a stray dog and his bitch."

Cersei wanted to pull his ear for that. She had been unprepared for the harsh change in her dynamic with her son. He no longer listened to her and did not seek her advice or her counsel.

When he discovered the truth of Robert's many bastards, he sent the city watch to slaughter them all, grown and babes alike.

When Cersei heard of this, she was stunned. Yes, it solved the issue of the truth Jon Arryn discovered, but it also gave those who resented Lannister presence a rallying cry against Cersei and her family

"The Queen Slaughters Babies" Tyrion had said with a dark smirk.

Tywin insisted Cersei at least try to keep some kind of control over her son, but the boy king resisted with every attempt.

That made it sting all the more when Tywin himself succeeded where Cersei had failed with her child.

Tywin had him settled, more willing to thin before acting, and betrothed to Margery Tyrell, whom Cercei resented and watched carefully.

If you were here, Cersei thought, you would know what to say to cheer her. You would call Margery a snub-nosed little girl and laugh with Cersei at the very idea of such a welp replacing her.

"She could never hold a candle to you, Your Grace" you would say, cheeks rosy and eyes smiling. "Rose or not."

Why had you left? Cersei knew why, she wasn't stupid.

She did regret what had happened. You had wanted that baby so badly. I should have just had that dog put down, Cersei thought to herself, that would have been enough.

Yes, it would have hurt you, but you would have gotten over it. You would have had your baby to look after, and Cersei by your side.

Cersei allowed herself to linger on this alternative path, as it was so much more pleasant than her current reality.

Cersei would have moved you closer to the royal quarters, perhaps even into her rooms. The babe would be attended to by a nanny and wetnurse, as all highborn children were.

I could have given them more, Cersei frowned.

A head start for the boy, he would have been set to be someone's squire. Perhaps Jaime's. From there he could take on the role his father had taken, sworn sword to the King's children. Or, on the off chance the boy had been small, unfit for the battlefield, he could have even been sent to Oldtown to be educated.

Would she have loved him? Cersei wondered. Not as she loved her own children, surely. But, he would have been the apple of his mother's eye. I would have cared for him, Cersei decided firmly, not loved, but cared for.

And how well you would have thrived as a mother. You were so good with little Tommen and Myrcella, it would have come naturally.

After The Hound died, what would be done with you?

You could remain forever a widow, that would be the preferred route. You could not be trusted not to love, and in Cersei's view, it was only natural for everyone to fall in love with you eventually.

If the silly fool had been smart enough not to fall for her first husband, none of this would have happened.

If you did remarry though, it would have to be a weak man. One who did not ask questions and did not interfere.

She had thought the Hound good at not interfering. Perhaps Cersei had been blind to it, but he had never seemed resentful of your affections for your Queen. But why else would he have stolen you from the Keep in the Night like a common thief?

you must be so worried, Cersei realized.

Did you know they had won? That they were still alive?

The poor dear was snatched up and swept away like a maiden in a story, she thought fretfully, you must be so confused and frightened.

Enough of this. Cersei slapped her palm to the smooth table top she sat at, nursing a goblet of wine. If they would not do anything, she would.

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"You asked to see me, your grace?"

"Yes, come in." Cersei eyed the sell sword up and down. To consider this man a knight would be an affront to the very notion of chivalry, regardless of the "Ser" they put before his name.

"I find myself in need of some help." She began. "I have a problem, and the crown has made it clear they will not intervene, so I am seeking outside assistance."

Bronn nodded understandingly. "May I ask as to the nature of the problem?"

"My favorite, The Lady Clegane, do you know her?"

"Know of her, the uh…" He tried to find a word he could get away with in the present company, "the pretty one the Hound married. I saw her."

"She was kidnapped by her husband from the keep the night Stannis attacked the city. I want her brought back, and I want that barbarian's throat slit."

Bronn considered this. "That can be arranged. It'll take some asking around though, not many men would be willing to track down a man that big and that good with a sword. And they'll be asking for a pretty penny to do it."

"Money is of no object, I assure you," Cersei smirked. "I want her brought back alive and unharmed."

"I'll find the man for the job, your grace." Bronn smiled coyly, "Of course, there is a matter of a finder's fee…"

"Find me a man who can do the job. If he comes back alive with Lady Clegane unharmed, you will be rewarded handsomely." Cersei assured him.

Bronn's grin widened at this, "I will start straight away, Your Grace."

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Lancel stared at the ceiling over his bed blankly.

His wound still burned with infection, and his brow was damp with feverish sweat.

The Maester said he would have died if not for the quick dressing of his wound. He had you to thank for that, he thought fondly.

He made good his vow to Clegane and told his father to find him a wife that could get him out of King's Landing, and Kevin Lannister acted swiftly, glad to see that his son was finally taking adult responsibility seriously.

But while the Frey girl Kevin had betrothed him to was kind and plain-faced with noble intentions, Lancel's mind could not help but stray.

He hated himself for it. It was an affront to the gods, disrespectful to the man who had covered his crimes, and dishonored the very lady his affections yearned for.

His soul was still wracked with guilt, how he had been the one to summon you to Cersei's chambers that night. He had no way of knowing what would happen, he told himself, no way at all.

And even after what happened, when he confessed before you and your husband the Queen's crime and his unintentional part in it, though he might die, and if he did it would be well deserved.

But instead, you bore him no ill will, neither of you did. You had even taken valuable time to tend to his wounds when he was injured. "Come with us" you had urged him, and he wanted to follow so badly.

But his honor would not allow it, nor his pride.

And in the end, they won, despite everything.

When the battlefield cleared, Lancel found he could not judge Clegane for what he had done. Win or Lose, nothing would have changed for you. You would still be trapped, your son would still be dead, and you would have to look into the face of your child's killer every day.

He could still picture the beach, war raging only a few hundred yards from them as you held his hand in yours.

Even in plain wool, stripped of any court finery that might have disguised you for a snobbish highborn, you were still so beautiful.

Had Clegane not been there, had they been alone on that beach, would Lancel have dared to kiss you as he had so wanted to in that moment?

It was horrible to think, he knew that. You were a married woman, with a husband who not only loved but respected you. And you were his senior by ten years or more, what could you ever want with someone like him? Little more than a boy in tin armor with a toy sword when compared to The Hound.

As he pondered in the darkness, the arm on Lancel's good side began to move over his hip to rest on his lower stomach. Absentmindedly his long fingers played at the edge of his waistband.

He wished you were here. You had been so kind, so attentive when you nursed his wound as he sat on your bed. Even in the midst of the pain and the noise of the battle still ringing in his ears, the touch of your hands on his body was startlingly gentle.

He imagined how soft your touch had been on his face, all those times you had cupped his cheek gently, in the cellars by candlelight, in the garden surrounded by flowers. How those soft hands would feel against his bare chest, nursing him still with those sad eyes. How you'd press a cold cloth to his brow to soothe his fever.

"My poor Lion" he could hear you breathe, "Let me take care of you."

He gasped as your small hand gripped the length of his shaft and stroked him slowly but firmly. He did not protest, only whimpering with need as you leaned over him to plant a kiss on his brow. Your chest hovered just out of his reach until you drew him close and laid his head on your breast.

"Sweetling." You coaxed him gently, "You must rest, let me help you."

He nodded in agreement and very nearly cried out as you picked up the pace, lavishing tender attention on his sensitive tip each time your fingers pumped his cock.

"Please" he whined, face buried in the warm softness of your breasts as the sensation overwhelmed him. The beckoning smell of your hair, the musical tone of your sweet voice. "Please. I need you; I need you; I love you. Please."

You laughed lightly at his gasping chant, watching his hips buck against your hand.

"I know, darling, I know. Just breath. You're doing so well, so close."

His release came quickly, and just as soon as you were there, you were gone. Your warmth replaced by a cool pillow; your small soft hand replaced by his own nimble fingers.

Even as he traced the sensitive tip of his cock, drawing out more jerks and whines, Lancel felt a wave of shame wash over him.

But more powerful than shame was desire. The desire to sleep, the desire to dream. Perhaps you would visit him again tonight if he was lucky.

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48 - History Sometimes Repeats Itself

Part 49

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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One month later 

Hearing the chamber door gently closing  I lifted my head up from the pillows seeing my husband entering the room that early morning.  The sunrise was just beginning to break through the thin curtains blowing in the balcony window doorway.  Rolling over to face the doorway I eyed my husband muttering in a sleepy tone.  “How in the realm are you still a morning person after all these years?” 

“I’ve been a knight longer than I was ever a Lord or should I say Queen Consort now.  It's something I am simply used to now.” Jaime flashed me a cheeky grin beginning to remove his boots and drop them near the closed door.   He had told me it was going to be weird living in the Red Keep and not be required to wear guard armor every day unless he wanted to. 

Shifting myself to sit up more on the pillows stacked up behind me.  “I could name you King if you wished.” 

“God's no.  I have no desire to have a crown placed on my head.  Plus I'm not sure the people would be too happy to have the former Kingslayer seat the throne.” Jaime reminded me sitting down on the edge of the bed making it dip at his weight. 

Scooting closer to his body I wrapped my arms around his middle.  Laying my head against his shoulder while I trailed kisses down the side of his neck.  “You're not the unhonorable Kingslayer to me.  You never have been and never will be.” 

“Vaella-” He turns around on the mattress picking me up and sitting me down on his lap.  “You're not like the others.  You have always got to see the other side of the man I am.” 

Sending him a genuine smile I pressed my lips fully upon his.  “I love every part of the man that you are, Jaime Lannister.” 

“I love you, Vaella.” He declares cupping the side of my face in his right hand and his golden hand pushing me onto my back.  I grinned into the kiss threading my fingers into his long hair that he had kept after the war cause I told him how much I loved it.  Jaime moved one of my legs over his bringing our bodies closer with every kiss that got deeper and more passionate as we went on.  

“Mom! Dad! Help me!” Jaime and I’s kissing session was cut short hearing our youngest daughters crying from outside of our chamber door. 

Tossing the covers off of my body I scrambled to the door only wearing a thin nightgown running barefoot across the marble floor.  Flinging the door open my daughter flings herself up into my arms nearly making me stumble backwards catching her body.  “Rhana offf - what- what’s wrong.  Tell me what happened.” 

“He - he tried to take my dress off and - and he said he wanted to sleep with me.” She sobbed into my shoulder until her father scooped her up into his arms. after falling out of the bed and coming over to where we stood. 

He whispered softly into her ear.  “Who was it, sweetheart?” 

“Ewan.” She croaked out in more tears. 

Ewan Lansel, the bastard son of the late Gerold Hightower.  Jaime and I had kept some of his sisters former guards and he was one of them.  Jaime originally thought we should get rid of him but this man wasn't the knight who tried to rape me years ago when my parents were still alive.  

Stomping out into the hallway I noticed a different guard patrolling the hallways.  “Ser Knight.  I call for your assistance.” 

“Yes, your grace.” He bowed to me. 

Lifting my chin up slightly I clutched my hands into fists wanting to find the man responsible.  “Find Ser Ewan immediately for he is to be arrested for attempted rape on a member of the royal family.” 

“Right away, my queen.” The knight ran past me in a quick pass before I headed back inside to comfort my child from the horror she had just faced. 

That next morning rain and a light thunder had come down upon the city of Kings Landing.  Staring out the shut window I didn’t want to leave my chambers for I knew what was coming if I left here.  

I would be executing a man today for hurting my daughter. 

A gentle knock could be heard behind me from the shut door so I allowed whoever it was the permission to come inside.  “Come in.” 

“Vaella  - forgive me your grace.” Tyrion peeked his head inside the room, addressing me with a bow given the fact that I was wearing the crown Jaime had made me on my head that now represents the ruler of the Eight Kingdoms. 

Shaking my head I waved my friend and royal Hand to not worry about properly addressing me.  “Tyrion, don't bother with the formality.  Come in and tell me what you need to talk with me about.” 

“You don’t have to execute the knight.  We can go another direction if you simply say the word.” He suggested crossing the room, clasping his hands together in front of his chest when he finally stopped in front of me. 

Slumping my shoulders I replied doing the best I could to put on a brave face.  “I appreciate your advice, my friend.  I truly do.  But this man hurt my daughter.” 

“Vaella, we shouldn’t resort to violence since we are hoping to make a different way of life for our people.” He softly spoke back to me. 

Lowering myself down on a knee to be eye level with the dwarf I placed my hands over his.  “Tyrion, I don’t want to start with violence but I refuse to do nothing for what this man tried to do to my daughter.  I was older than she was when one of my fathers knights assaulted me.  My parents didn’t do anything about what occurred so I refuse to let the same thing happen to Rhana.  You don’t have to agree with me but you should know this is happening.” Raising myself to stand my friend slowly nodded his head watching me leave the room following after me a few minutes later. 

My boots squished in the muddy ground behind them as I walked across until I stood in front of the knight who had sworn to protect me and my family.  Keeping my hands down at my sides the weight of the crown on my head had never felt heavier than in this moment.  “You gave me your word, Ser Lansel.  And yet you’ve now attempted to rape my youngest daughter.  I demand to know why.” 

“She’s always been kind to me.  I assumed that she felt the same way I feel about her.” The knight responded, meeting my gaze. 

Clutching my hands into fists at my side I snapped back.  “You’re eighteen.  She’s far too young for you!” 

“Vaella.” Jaime’s gentle voice met my ears when he touched my forearm tugging me backwards to give us some privacy to talk.  “You don’t have to do this.  We could have one of the other knights or me execute him.” 

He could see it in my eyes that I didn’t want to kill anyone.  My father was known to execute anyone he assumed to be a threat.  I didn’t want to be seen the same way.  But this man hurt a member of my family.  “I have to do this, Jaime. I called for his arrest.  I have to be the one to finish it.” 

Lord Selmy came over to me drawing my sword out from the sword holder he carried for me.  “My Queen.” He bent down a knee holding it up in his palms till I picked up the blade. 

“Ser Ewan Lansel, Bastard of Gerold Hightower.  Here in sight of Gods and Men I sentence you to die.  Do you have any final words?” 

Ewan lifted his head up from the block, locking his gaze on Rhana who was standing off to the side with her siblings and their Uncle Tyrion.  “We belong together, Rhana.  You shouldn’t have gone crying to your parents like a weak girl.” 

“Urgh!” I raised the blade above my shoulder signaling for the knight behind Ewan to shove his head back down on the block.  Once the knight had stepped away I brought the weapon down and separated his head from his body.  

My whole body froze in that moment while I just stared at the now dead body laying at my feet.  The weapon slipped from my fingers dropping into the muddy dirt before I collapsed down onto my knees.  I felt my chest tightening making it hard to catch my breath when I bent my face down sobbing into my hands until I felt Jaime’s calming hand touching my shoulder.  “Vae, Vae, look at me.  Are you okay?” 

“J-Jaime - I - I shouldn’t have done that.  I don’t- don’t want to ever do that again.” I croaked out through heavy tears streaming down my cheeks.  Jaime pushed my body against his chest cradling the back of my head in his real hand.  “I don’t- I can’t do this.  I can’t be a good queen.” 

My husband kissed the crown of my head whispering back to me.  “Sssh don’t say that, Vaella.  You will be an amazing queen.  Just give it time and we will figure this out together like always.” 

This life certainly wasn’t easy for either of us.  But for certain we would make sure by all the gods and men that we would change Westeros for the better. 

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Ser Lancel Lannister by Henning

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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,” 

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Line art for the commission of Kevan, Rhoanna (OC), Lancel, Martyn, Willem and Janei Lannister for @/ michelle_shaefer_nrw on Instagram

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TYWIN LANNISTER, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport,

His wife, [LADY JOANNA], a cousin, died in childbed,

Their children:

SER JAIME, called the Kingslayer, a twin to Cersei,

QUEEN CERSEI, wife of King Robert I Baratheon, a twin to Jaime,

TYRION, called the Imp, a dwarf,

His siblings:

SER KEVAN, his eldest brother,

His wife, DORNA, of House Swyft,

Their eldest son, LANCEL, squire to the king,

Their twin sons, WILLEM and MARTYN,

Their infant daughter, JANEI,

GENNA, his sister, wed to Ser Emmon Frey,

Their son, SER CLEOS FREY,

Their son, TION FREY, a squire,

[SER TYGETT], his second brother, died of a pox,

His widow, DARLESSA, of House Marbrand,

Their son, TYREK, squire to the king,

[GERION], his youngest brother, lost at sea,

His bastard daughter, JOY, a girl of ten,

Their cousin, SER STAFFORD LANNISTER, brother to the late Lady Joanna,

His daughters, CERENNA and MYRIELLE,

His son, SER DAVEN LANNISTER,

His counselor, MAESTER CREYLEN,

His chief knights and lords bannermen:

LORD LEO LEFFORD,

SER ADDAM MARBRAND,

SER GREGOR CLEGANE, the Mountain That Rides,

SER HARYS SWYFT, father by marriage to Ser Kevan,

LORD ANDROS BRAX,

SER FORLEY PRESTER,

SER AMORY LORCH,

VARGO HOAT of the Free City of Qohor, a sellsword.

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