Game of Thrones Imagines

The Hood - Part 4 - Jaime x Reader

"I don't like it, it smells like a trap to me, and not a very good one either. The Kingslayer should have got Tyrion to help him, this pathetic attempt at trying to catch us is an insult; at least if Tyrion had come up with a plan, I might have found it intriguing. This is just a joke." (Y/n) told Marak and some of the other men as they watched a heavy cart over ladened with goods rumble through the forest.

"Tell the men to return to their villages. I have no time for Jaime Lannister's silly schemes now. It is nearing the hour that he should be making one of his impromptu visits, and I can't not be there to greet him when he arrives." (Y/n) told Marak, the large man bowing respectfully as he and the others left the lady to return to her family home.

Ever since the first time Jaime had come to her house, (Y/n) had noticed that the golden lion was becoming more and more determined to prove that he was right, and that she was The Hood, especially to King Robert and his father. The oldest male child of Tywin making up every excuse that he could think of so that he could show up at (Y/n)'s door on nearly a daily basis.

(Y/n) knew that there was no real love lost between Robert and the Kingsguard, and that being embarrassed in front of his sister's husband had been a huge hit to his ego; but she couldn't help but feel delighted that her little scheme had worked perfectly.

She had worked so long and hard to be allowed to be admitted as a Kingsguard, proved herself over and over again to Robert who had always seemed to have had a soft spot for the her, so (Y/n) could not understand why Robert had listened to Jaime when he protested her inclusion as a Kingsguard; but (Y/n) knew that Robert had been under the influence of the Lannister's for so long that the silly drunk old fool probably couldn't even take a shit without Tywin's permission.

As she neared her home, (Y/n) searched through the undergrowth finding her change of clothes so that Jaime would be none the wiser as to her previous endeavours.

She couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she changed from her shirt and breeches into the simple gown, the knowledge that she would once again foil Jaime's feeble attempts to prove that she was the Hood amusing her more and more as the Kingslayer seemed to be becoming more and more desperate.

(Y/n) had to admit that it was a shame. She couldn't deny that Jaime Lannister was a handsome man, and that despite his arrogant air, there was certainly something about the Kingslayer that under different circumstances she would be drawn to; but as it was, and as he had even informed his father that he had no intention of leaving the Kingsguard, (Y/n) knew that any relationship that could ever have blossomed was now completely impossible.

"Ah, Ser Jaime. To what do I owe the pleasure of yet another visit? You do know, that if you continue to visit me on such a very regular basis, that tongues may begin to wag, and all sorts of rumours may spread." (Y/n) said with a chuckle, as she walked into the large hall. Jaime standing from his seat as she entered the room.

(Y/n) knew that he was waiting for her, his horse held by one of her servants who nodded respectfully and knowingly as (Y/n) entered her home. All the servants knew to keep the golden lion as busy as possible until (Y/n) returned. All of them aware of the lady's activities, all of them applauding her for how she cared for the smallfolk.

"Lady Fell. I have just come to make sure that you are well. With the continued exploits of this Hood, and your close proximity to the Kingswood, I felt it my duty to make sure that you are looked after. Who knows what this fiend could do to a lady as beautiful as you?" Jaime cooed, pouring himself and (Y/n) a glass of wine from the large jug that sat on the long wooden table in the middle of the room.

"That is so very sweet of you, Ser Jaime." (Y/n) replied sarcastically, as she took the glass from Jaime's hand and made her way over to one of the large chairs that sat either side of a huge ornate fireplace.

(Y/n) knew full well why Jaime was there, and it certainly had nothing to do with her wellbeing. He had tried everything he could think of to prove that she was The Hood, but (Y/n) prided herself on being much smarter than the man that had moved to sit across from her. And these regular visits, though a little irritating, were definitely not going to stop her from her activities in the woods.

"Such a shame that you have still not caught that roughen. From all account, he's making quite a fool of you and your men. I believe that The Hood and his people even robbed a wagon that belonged to your own father just the other day. I am surprised that the old man hasn't taken over the job himself. I'm even more surprised that King Robert hasn't made your life miserable for your continued ineptitude. Because let's be honest, there is certainly no love lost between you and the king. And while we are discussing it, I can assure you that I am more than capable of looking after myself. You may think little of my abilities, but I guarantee you that I am no weak woman." (Y/n) chuckled, a broad smile growing behind the lip of her glass as she saw Jaime begin to redden in the face.

Jaime was not used to being spoken to in such a fashion, and (Y/n)'s continued insults were wearing on his nerves. But he knew that he could not drag her before Robert and his father again without firm proof that she was indeed the wanted outlaw.

He also had to admit that despite the contempt with which she treated him, there was certainly something about (Y/n). She was elegant, intelligent, beautiful, and from all accounts was proficient with more weapons than even himself and the other Kingsguards. She had a way about her that he found intriguing. And on some nights, he had even found himself wondering what could be if he wasn't trying to prove that she was a criminal, and she wasn't doing her best to stop him.

"I have a confession to make." Jaime declared, liking that (Y/n) suddenly seemed more interested in what was going on.

"My visits are no longer to prove that you are the Hood. I come here because........well, because I care for you my lady. And I have been hoping to get to know you better. That despite my position as a Kingsguard, I had wished that you and I could possibly form some kind of bond." Jaime told (Y/n) as he reached across and took one of her hands and squeezed it gently. Hoping that his new tack may produce a different result. The golden lion instead finding himself annoyingly confused as (Y/n) began to laugh.

"Oh, I like it. A new approach. Do you really think that some half arsed, pathetic declaration of feelings for me would make me swoon into your arms? That I would tell you that I loved you, and that I would confess to you that I was the Hood? Please! Keep your sweet talk for the simple women that want little more than a prancing, preening peacock. If you are unable to prove that I am the Hood, may I suggest that that is because I am not. That you should turn your limited attention span to something more important than harassing a me. In fact, I am growing tired of these unwanted visits of yours, and if they do not cease, I will be sure to not only go and speak with the King, but also your father. I have better things to do than waste anymore time with you." (Y/n) growled as she rose from her seat.

"Landor!" (Y/n) yelled. An elderly man rushing into the room and bowing respectfully.

"Landor. I would like you to escort Ser Lannister from my home. This will be the last time he will ever be here." (Y/n) hissed as she glared at the Kingsguard. Jaime staring in shock as (Y/n) stormed out of the room.