this is the only context i’ll allow country music bc this video is possibly the gayest and most romantic one i’ve seen in my eighteen years on this earth
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested: “Or one where Stark!Reader marries Loras and renly and loras still have that relationship while reader and margaery have a relationship as well?”
Warnings! Some mention of sex, but not actual smut!
Y/N watched Loras throw back another goblet of wine with dismay, resting her chin on her fist. Lazily averting her eyes, she sifted through possible conversation topics in her head. In the short few months since the two had been betrothed, she felt as if they’d exhausted all of them. She silently noted his untouched plate. “The feast is not to your liking, my Lord?”
Loras seemed to tense upon hearing her voice, his grimace turning into a pained half-smile. “It’s lovely, I’m just not very hungry is all.” In the brief sentence he spoke to her, he’d barely bothered to glance over at her, his attention elsewhere.
She sighed softly, rhythmically against her jaw. She’d never expected her own wedding to be this dull. The other guests appeared to be enjoying themselves, and few seemed to notice the unhappy couple.
“Gods Loras, you’re practically boring her to death.” The snide comment emanated from the youngest Baratheon brother and he smiled politely at the bride before reverting his attention to Loras. “Be careful, lest someone else steals her away.” Renly teased lowly, shooting the girl a playful wink.
Mmmm, something cute between Rhaegar’s younger sister (reader) and Arthur Dayne? Maybe he sees her fall and quickly rushes over to check on her. Her leg is all scraped up and she’s trying not to cry but tears are sliding down her cheek. Arthur sees to her injury?”
She’d never been the most graceful princess. Rhaegar often joked that she was always waiting for some Lord to sweep her off her feet, and as such, she was always prepared to fall head over heels. Even as such, Y/N remained unwed. Whether it was her own independence, or her father’s madness, suitors were surprisingly sparse.
It didn’t stop her from dreaming, of course.
Her dreams were littered with fantasies of a valiant lover, of kind heart and pure intentions.
andtheytoldustotellyouhello 