Got One-Shots Book 2

Indifference (Euron Greyjoy x fem!Lannister reader)

(Slight Season 7 Spoilers!)

You didn't hate him. You didn't have it in you to hate him, though you wished you could. He was crass, crude, and some of the things that came out of his mouth were downright disgusting. Still, you couldn't seem to hate him. But you didn't exactly love him either. He wasn't the kind of man you could easily fall in love with. No, what you felt for him was far worse than either love or hate. What you felt for him was indifference. At least at first.

When your mother Cersei told you that you would have to marry Euron Greyjoy, you threw a fit. You were now the heir to the Iron Throne and didn't think you should have to marry anyone. But once your mother made a decision, it was no easy feat to get her to change her mind. She needed Euron's fleet to go to war with Daenerys. Thus, you ended up being married to the King of the Salt Throne.

You spent the first several months of your marriage basically avoiding any and all interaction with Euron outside of your queenly and wifely duties. Euron didn't seem to mind. He came and went as he pleased, doing whatever it was the Iron born did, and you never once questioned him. All-in-all, it wasn't a bad arrangement, But you were lonely. The only company you had on a daily basis was your handmaiden. She was sweet, but you couldn't have the kind of conversations with her that you craved.

"Y/N?" You shook yourself out of your daze. You hadn't realized you'd been staring off into space. You glanced up at your husband. "What?" He scoffed lightly, though it sounded a little like a laugh. "I've been calling your name for a while now. What could possibly have grabbed your attention so thoroughly that you would ignore your king?" You rolled your eyes. You never cared for Euron's displays of power or when he felt the need to declare himself the king. It reminded you a little of Joffrey.

"Perhaps, if my husband paid more attention to me and less to his ships and whores, I would pay more attention to him," you replied smoothly, your gaze never leaving his. Euron just stared for a moment. He wasn't used to anyone speaking to him the way you did. Like you were his equal or even perhaps superior rather than someone lesser than him. "The ships are our ticket to glory. To the world." He didn't even mention the whores you knew he was bedding. You chuckled bitterly.

"You sound like my mother. You should have married her. The two of you are going about this completely blinded by greed." You stood up and moved to leave the room. Euron's hand shot out and grabbed your arm. "Let me go or so help me I will cut that hand off. Or perhaps I'll cut something else off instead." He released his grip.

"What do you know of battle strategy?" You smirked. "My uncles taught me more than you would think. Between Uncle Jaime's skills in battle and Uncle Tyrion's wit, I've learned quite a bit more than most women. And I am telling you that Cersei's plan will fail. Maybe not at first, but it will fail in the end and we will all be dead. You, me, Cersei. All of us. And Daenerys will rule the Seven Kingdoms. Even if one of us manages to survive, I have no doubt that Daenerys will kill us all for treason."

Euron was silent for a moment. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he thought about what you were saying. "So what do you suggest?" You grinned. "It is better to topple an empire from the inside. Get someone in her ranks, make her trust them, and then crush her from there. Not an easy feat mind you, but better than going into war against three dragons, the Unsullied, and the Dothraki. As well as the armies of Highgarden, Dorne, and the original Iron Fleet." Euron contemplated exactly what you were saying. You were talking treason and sabotage, but it made perfect sense. "And who should we send in?"

"Me of course." Euron shook his head. "Absolutely not. You are my wife. The queen of the Iron Islands. I will not risk losing any chance of you providing heirs for the throne." You laughed. "Am I? Funny. You don't act as though I'm your wife. You act as though I'm your concubine, here only for your physical pleasure."

Euron wanted nothing more than to wring your neck. He'd never been called out like this before. Most people were too afraid of him. But your gaze never wavered. You never broke eye contact with him. In all honesty, Euron found it rather enticing. You were holding your own against him and not letting him bully you. He liked that. He liked it a lot. In that moment, he realized just how much he'd come to rely on your presence in his life. Even if you didn't speak much to him, you were always there when he needed you to be.

"As for heirs, we have plenty of time," you continued as if you hadn't just lashed out at him verbally, "Provided neither of us die in the war, I will provide you with as many heirs as possible...once Daenerys and my mother are dead." That took Euron by surprise. "You want your mother dead?" You let out a chuckle.

"Do you really think my mother is the best person to sit on the Iron Throne? She's completely mad now that her favorite children are all dead. She will raze the world to the ground without a second thought as to who will be hurt." It was Euron's turn to laugh. He never would expected that to come out of your mouth. He loved how brazen you were being about it. Now he was certain that he'd made the right choice in marrying you.

From that moment on, Euron became the most attentive and devoted husband in the world. He spent every free moment he had with you. True, most of that was spent working on your battle strategy, but you still managed to have decent conversations here and there. You learned what Euron's life as a pirate had been like and what his plans for the Iron Islands were. And he learned that you could be just as ruthless as he was and what you planned to do when you snatched the Iron Throne right out from under your unsuspecting mother.

Then came the day when you would leave for Dragonstone where you would offer your services, and half Euron's fleet, to Daenerys. "I hope you're a better actor than you are a strategist, husband," you told him as you fastened your cloak around you. You were preparing to leave, avoiding Euron's gaze the entire time. You weren't ready to leave him. Not now after you'd grown so close.

The sass was something Euron had gotten used to now. He knew that you typically used it to cover up your true feelings. You were worried about him and he knew it. "Let me worry about that. You just take the fleet and go." You nodded and moved to leave the room. "And Y/N?" You glanced back at him.

He crossed the room in three large strides and gripped your face in his hands. Before you could say anything, his lips crashed into your in a demanding kiss. "Be careful." Nothing else needed to be said. After another quick peck to his lips, you scurried out the door. Euron moved to the balcony and watched as you sailed away with his fleet. If anyone asked, he would tell them that you had run off while he was sleeping and stole the ships and crew. All the while, in his heart of hearts where no one could see, he'd be praying you'd come back to him safely. The indifference you'd once felt for each other was gone, and only love stood in its place. Even if neither one of you was ready to admit it.