Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Fate - Part 4 - Petyr x Ramsay x Reader

I am so glad that some of you are enjoying this imagine. I couldn't resist giving the Richelieu role to Petyr, and the Rochefort role to Ramsay. My two favourite bad guys together. I am still trying to mix the Musketeers with GoT as much as I can, so, I hope that you all enjoy this latest instalment.

"Er........Jaime. I think that we should get (Y/n) back to the garrison. We don't want those fools to come back with reinforcements." Robb coughed, as Jaime and (Y/n) reluctantly moved apart. The lion nodding slowly, as he reached down and took (Y/n)'s hand in his. The Musketeer realising that he really did love the lady, more than he thought possible. And that no matter what happened. No matter who the king had decided that he wanted her to marry. He wasn't going to let her go again. He wasn't going to let another man have what was his. To have what should have already been his.

"I think that Robb may be correct. We should tell the captain what happened and get the maestre to make sure that you are alright, (Y/n)." Jaime agreed. The Musketeer hoping that when they got her back to the garrison, that he and (Y/n) would be able to talk quietly together. That they would be able to come up with a way, so that they could finally be together.

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"So, let me understand this correctly, Ramsay." The Cardinal began, as he slowly rose from his large, ornate chair. The man from the Dreadfort shifting uncomfortably on the spot, as the stern looking Baelish, began to pace the room.

"You are telling me, that four.......four of my men were beaten in a street fight by a woman, earlier today. And that by now, the reports of the incident are probably all over Paris?" The Cardinal enquired. The Comte hating the fact, that he was the one that had had to come and tell the Red Eminance, of what had occurred.

"Yes, your Eminance. I have had the four men involved, questioned. They all appear to have the same story. I..........."

"And what exactly is that story, Ramsay?" Baelish interrupted. It obvious from his tone, that the older man was far from happy with the news.

"That they were patrolling the alleys and courtyards, when suddenly they came across a well-dressed whore, that spoke about a tavern called The Suckling Pig. When they asked what she was doing there, she suddenly pulled a sword from under her skirts and attacked them. They proceeded to defend themselves, but..........."

"But they ran away like cowards! Tell me, Ramsay. How likely does any of that sound to you? A well-dressed whore, that just happened to be armed, and was skilled enough with a sword, to beat four of my men? If these fools have not made this whole story up, then I much doubt that this well dressed woman was a simple whore. I want you to go down to this tavern and enquire about this "woman". If she is in fact, real, I want to know who she is, what she was doing in that tavern, and if she was with anyone. I wish to get to the bottom of this. And when you have done that, I want the men punished. I will not have my guards brawling like drunkards in the back alleys of Paris. And even less that they be been bested by a woman." The Cardinal growled. Banging his fist on his huge wooden desk. The bastard of the Dreadfort bowing deeply, before placing his wide brimmed hat on his head, and making quickly for the door.

"Oh, and Ramsay." The Cardinal called out. Ramsay turning to see the Emissary pouring himself a glass of wine.

"Don't disappoint me. If someone wishes to make a fool of me, I would very much like to know." Baelish added, before dismissing his agent with a contemptuous wave of his hand.

Petyr made his way over to the large window that dominated the room. The Red Emissary looking out over the great city that sprawled out before him. Despite what the king may think, Paris was his. France was his. And he was not about to let anyone ruin what he had worked for so long, to obtain. Would not let anyone undermine his power and position. Under the king's father, he had been the First Minister of State, Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs and Secretary of State for War, amongst other things. Yet despite the fact that others, including the Queen herself, had succeeded him in those roles, he still saw himself as the second most powerful man in France. The strength behind the throne. And he was not about to let four stupid men ruin the reputation of not only his guards, but also himself.