The Highest Bidder

Season 1 → Lancel Lannister

       "I am uniquely apt to make the comparison. And everything of you, your hair, your eyes, your temperance is Baratheon in name and stature," it was the insult he hadn't dared speak before but meant it more than ever now. "Even your delight in caring for the downed. For the whelps."

Still, he couldn’t fault the boy for his House. Though the Lannisters had aided the Usurper, this one looked too young to have even known the Rebellion. He was blameless. “And what is your duty to your House, Lancel Lannister?”

"I am first cousin to the royal family, bound by name and fortune to their will," an answer not entirely untrue. He was a knight of the realm in some respectable sense. He had fought in battle and taken arrows for his King. But he was much more movable pawn than anything else.

"How quickly the little lion cub loses his venomous tongue, one might even wonder if you’re truly a Lannister at all. Even the Queen Regent wears armored clothing for protection yet you, a man of house Lannister carries naught? It’s a wonder you still breathe, Lancel. Do not speak of a man that your treacherous mouth barely spoke a word to. You’re not even worthy enough to think of him!"

           "Struck a nerve, have I? I do believe that this is the great fear of your family, Ser Loras. Too much thorn and too little rose. They call you a fool for it. To kill me would be a great dishonor to the Queen, and forgive me, but I believe your sister is all you have left of this world. I carry no weapon for I carry no need."

               ” Fear is for those with something to lose —         and I lack such  things. ” her smile was kind as she         guided him away from the conflict. She took no part in        the wars of such a place as this, she had fought a war        once and suffered for it. She had fallen far from the light        of the stars, now she was but the faintest glimmer.              Steadying him she moved quickly, she had thought            it folly to come to such a place as this again. For here            more were likely to know her  than tucked within the shadows          of a far away place. Yet she had dreamt of this place, and felt          a need within her very bones to return to it .                      ” —- There will be no fight we can not handle,                 there will be none that touch us. Two together are                 strong are they not? It is those that battle alone who                 must fear — “         Comforting words , truth be told they were but a faint memory of         words her brother had once said. Words she now held close in         memory of him. ” I have no grand accommodations, but I can at         least lend you aide before you find yourself returning to the sept        or even the maesters — come , I can give you wine and rest. Even        bandage wounds. “                 Releasing her gentle hand from his arm where she had              been keeping him steadied, she moved into the shadows              opening a small and humble door. ” — Such is my home.”

                  "You must be her," he gave her a watery smile,               losing sense of breath or space. Lancel smiled            and waited one moment too long, the injury          sustained in battle weeping a darkened shade         of red against his armor. "Mercenary, assassin.       What is your term of preference?"

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                         Boy.”

               "Y-You dare speak to me that way!       Have you forgotten your house, Turncloak?       You've no f-fangs. Y-You've no claws.       Do not disrespect the mighty house that does       rule this Kingdom and y-y-yours."

"There are no men like me. Only me.”

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"You realize none of that is true, don’t you? What’s your name, boy?”

        "L-Lannister," he added after a second passed.

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       ❝ Most definitely, and I look like my mother and my father            both — - under all of this. How many Baratheons? If you            had met them all, you would have met me. ❞

              "Most is not all. Shireen, you'd said? Perhaps none to apt, a girl as bold does         not seem fitting to be demure, nor silent. And your last nameday past? Of what age       did you turn?"

                       ❝ — Are you, truly?       In what way, Lancel? In matters of the flesh?      In regards to   p l e a s u r e ? Tell me, cousin;      would you name me a fool, were I to take      belief in these most vile rumors?                         How many times, coz?                       Do not seek to lie to me.❞

                     Mercy, cousin.       'Twas a boy so enraptured that       I had not the means to say no."

"What?" Had the boy no wits? “Of course not. I am the blood of the dragon but I’m not a scaled creature. I can’t breathe fire, and neither could my father. Wherever did you hear such a tale?”

        "Children are taught of Targaryen rituals, dragons bread with humans to produce horrible creatures. A madness that possessed the King so fitfully, I--" he paused and bit his tongue silent.

【❀ℒ✿】-—  "I wonder how long it would take the beloved golden lions to notice your absence if such a thing were to occur. It’s not exactly like you’re of any importance to your house is it? Just a terrible squire who somehow so very mysteriously had himself knighted by our, Queen Regent. Can you truly even hold a blade? I think as a member of your k i n g s guard I’d like to test that theory.”

             "You do not temper your tongue well, Ser Loras. I am, as you said, of little importance. A pawn of noble birth and ranking name. I wield no blade, I carry no arms. Are you to play executioner? I always believed your King to be similar, a pacifist in the midst of murderers."