Brandon’s perception had left you meek for a few more hours, stunned that the stoic and honorable Stark had been bold enough to kiss the daughter of the Mad King, and to oust you for your ambition in the privacy of his chambers. And afterwards, the way he smiled, as though the two of you shared some grand secret, in full confidence that you wouldn’t rush to tell anyone.
Brandon had left you wanting after him like a lovesick teenager.
Besides your private panic, the preparation for the wedding continued, the Starks reluctantly agreeing to the union at the insistence of the King, and the promise of a new alliance between the two was enticing, to say the least.
Brandon had not since spoken to you, but he always gave you that smile, the one from his chambers, when no one else could see.
It was infuriatingly effective.
That was how you ended up in those same chambers, just past the stroke of midnight, dressed in nightclothes far from appropriate, doing your best to keep your posture relaxed as you heard him approaching.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested; “Targaryen!reader x Brandon Stark where she convinces the Mad King to marry them so ‘they can’t revolt when their lady is a princess’?”
Warnings; very shallow/superficial thoughts, manipulative behavior, light sexual undertones, sort of OOC Brandon?
He was quite stoic, the eldest Stark. He carried the weight and posturing of a King without a crown, carrying a scowl very similar to your father’s- before the madness took hold. His stoicism had initially repelled you- finding him dull, compared to the Dornishmen and Knights from warmer and more appealing backgrounds, but something always seemed to draw you back.
It might’ve been his looks, he was very tempting with his strong stature and appealing physique. It might’ve been his voice, the deep lowness of his words sending a subtle shiver down your spine and seeding indecent thoughts within you. It might’ve even been his swordsmanship, watching the way he so confidently wielded his blade, watching the tautness of his muscles flex and stretch as he rounded the training yard, imagining what sort of things he could do if only you asked-
It was safe to say you’d been admiring Brandon Stark for some time. So, it came as no great relief when the news reached the capital that the Starks were considering rebellion, or at least, secession. Plagued by thoughts of never seeing your imagined lover again, you quickly found your way to your father’s study, knowing he’d likely be up to little at such a late hour.
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