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

Roose Bolton X Lannister!Reader - Secret Love Song

A/N- This was requested by TwdGotSmoshMarvel. I hope you all enjoy it.

It was hard to be considered the rebel in your family; what with Tyrion spending so much of his time driving your father to despair, you would never be deemed the disappointment. Many would never understand your want to anger your father. He had always treated you perfectly, unlike some fathers would with their daughters, and had kept your life as stress-free as possible. But you had always longed to be wild; longed to be outside of Casterly Rock, anywhere other than home.

"Perhaps if Tyrion were to travel with me," you had suggested, moving to stay in your father's eye line as he shifted in his seat. His office had always been the place of negotiations, both for you and for any other lord wanting to do business with him.

"I'm not having him leading you into his behaviour, gods know how you'd return."

You released a deep sigh, finally stalking to the other side of the room and slumping down into your own seat. "Who's to say I wasn't the bad influence on him?"

Your words caused a laugh to barrel from your father's chest, and he finally looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. "Don't be ridiculous," he started but you shook your head.

"I am the older sibling," you told him, "and Tyrion has always been easy to lead astray."

"And yet you have never misbehaved, nor have you broken a rule I have set for you."

You scoffed, "not that you know of."

A knock on the door caused you both to fall quiet, and you pouted as you got to your feet. "Enter,"your father announced, and the door swung open to reveal one of his guards.

"Lord Bolton is here to see you, My Lord."

Your father gave a short nod as he got to his feet, "bring him in." He turned to you as he passed, his hand landing on your shoulder and leading you to the hallway. "We will finish this conversation some other time," he told you softly as the sound of footstep grew louder.

"Lord Tywin," the man announced, giving a small nod when your father turned to him, "and this must be your daughter," he added with a tight-lipped smile.

"Indeed," your father answered, his voice shorter than usual. "Y/N, this is Lord Roose Bolton," he told you, his eyes never leaving the man.

"It's an honour to meet you, My Lord," you told him, a smile etching itself onto your lips. It was clear that this man made your father uncomfortable, the tense atmosphere was enough to tell you that, and suddenly you had found a new ally. "I'll leave you to your meeting," you continued, rolling your shoulders back before strolling away down the hall. You didn't need to look back to know that Lord Bolton's eyes had remained on your longer than was deemed normal, as your father cleared his throat to regain his attention.

*Time Skip*

"Lord Bolton," you started softly as you took your seat at the dinner table, smiling across at him, "what a pleasant surprise." The room remained silent as you watched the man in front of you, "I wasn't aware that you would be joining us this evening."

"He'll be staying for a few nights before heading back North," your father interrupted from the head of the table, his glare focused on you for only a moment before he forced it back into hiding.

"Perhaps I could give you a tour of Casterly Rock at some point during your stay. It's such an interesting place."

Roose chuckled, shifting forward, "I'm sure that would be an interesting lecture," he told you, and you simply smiled, giving him a short nod.