Disclaimer: Game of Thrones is D&D's property, after being GRRM's property. Or else, Lancel would be the happiest kid in Westeros, should it be mine.

Summary: She was everything he wasn't, they were born in opposite social classes, yet it was her he wanted and no one else.

Author's note: This fanfiction is a bit special. Assassin Master Ezio came up with an idea, we worked it out together and he surprised me with a chapter guide, so you could say it's a bit of a collab! And yes, Marina is a self-insert, though her last name isn't my true last name.

Author's note 2: English isn't my first language, it's french. If you see any mistake or issue with the language, feel free to tell me so that I can improve.

WARNING! THIS FANFICTION DEALS WITH HEAVY THEME SUCH AS KIDNAPPING, SEX, FORCED SEX, HUMILIATION/BULLYING AND VIOLENCE! IF YOU ARE ILL-AT-EASE WITH THIS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS FANFICTION.

A Love of Opposites

Chapter 1

"Hey there!" Marina greeted as Lancel entered the classroom.

He went to sit by her side, she was busy writing some fanfiction plans or some drabbles on a notebook, waiting for the lecture to start. One of the things he admired in her was her incredible imagination, a single word could set her up in a creative mood. And for the few writings he had read from her, he had to say he actually liked it. He searched in his bag, found a folder and gave it back to her.

"Thanks for letting me have it."

"Did you have enough time to catch up?" She worried

Lancel had arrived at the very end of the previous year due to problems with a scholarship that wouldn't arrive. He didn't really need one, his family could afford any expense for his education, but he wanted to have it. To have the feeling of having something of his own, because he earnt it and not because he was the son of Tywin Lannister's little brother. He had no angst against his family whatsoever. He just wanted to be his own man. This was why he had chosen to study in litterature, one of his favourite subjects, and not in politics or economy, like it was expected of him. He hated the politic sphere and if he was good with numbers, economy bored him to death. He had chosen Marina's university because it offered several courses. He had chosen the one that would allow him to teach to young children. That was his goal. He loved children and had always felt more at-ease with them that with grown ups. He could still remember his father's look when he told him of his plans for his future. Surprised, mostly surprised, it was a first in years, he knew that. He had been supportive though, unlike some cousins, like Joffrey, who stated he only wanted to be a teacher beause it meant he'd have more holidays than the majority of working people. Marina had decided for one mixed with another degree, called cultural mediation. She liked children, but she couldn't see herself working with them her entire life. That was another thing he liked about her. Her honesty. How tolerant she could be too. When she learnt he was a Lannister, it was as if he had told her he liked orange jam. It was a detail. She saw the man, not the family name. She had offered him her help in catching up way before it was revealed he was the nephew of the richest man of the Seven Kingdoms. She understood when he had try to open up to her. She didn't see him as a weeping spoilt rich kid. All she was was him. And maybe that was why he liked her so much, why he felt drawn to her. She was everything he never really knew back home.

"Yeah, I did. Thanks."

She smiled. Even if he was doing his best to have it fade, he still had that accent, that sounded a bit british in her ears, that made him sound so cute. She couldn't deny it, she had been struck when she saw him for the first time. He was so handsome she felt her breath stuck in her lungs. At first, she didn't dare to go to him, to talk to him, and she wasn't shy in the first place. But when he had needed help and when no one really moved a finger to provide him with the lectures he had missed, she had stepped in, offering him all the details he needed, and her shyness was completely gone. And the more shegot to know him, the more she liked him. The more she was attracted to him. All he needed was a true friend but no one back home had understood that, had allowed him to be slower in building his character. She blessed her lucky star for making her born from a delivery man and from a stay at home mother, living in a small flat near the beach. Lancel had been on the verge of breaking down due to the pressure but managed to escape here. She wanted to see more of him, more of the true Lancel, hidden beneath his fine features. She felt honoured to be able to witness it. He had seemed to surprised when she showed him patience and comprehension! Lancel really wasn't like any other boys and that's what she liked most about him.

Little did she know that was also what he liked best about her as well.

The class started but it quickly turned to be boring. It was an english class and as Marina was almost fluent in that language, as Lancel actually was fluent in that language, they didn't find much entertainment from it. So Marina did what she usually did when it happened: she either drew in her notebook or she continued writing. She would distract herself without being a pain to others. She didn't do that in every classes, she was usually attentive, she raised her hand a lot, asking questions, suggesting ideas. But when the class was mostly translations, when all she could do was waiting for her teacher to call her to translate, she couldn't find any joy from the rest of the two hours. She could still remember her teacher's look when he heard her speaking english for the first time. He had assumed she had lived in England, or that she had an english relative. He had the same thought about Lancel until he understood he came from Westeros. An hour passed by, way slower than the two young adults would have wanted it, and they used break time to go and buy something to drink. Marina seemed addicted to Cherry Coke and Lancel had quickly grown to like it. Because she liked it. Life seemed so easier and comfier with her. She always saw the glass half-filled, she wasn't irresponsible, but she didn't wonder about the future too much, focusing on the present, on the little happy moments, collecting them to build her happiness. Joffrey would have mocked her, Lancel thought. She wasn't what he thought a woman was. She wasn't skinny, she didn't like going clothes shopping, she thought make-up was a waste of time, she enjoyed video games, she cursed, she wasn't after boys, marriage and having babies. And that was why he liked her. Because she was unique. She was herself, something he had never dared trying to be. He admired her for it. He just wished he was worthy of all the little things she was offering him, without asking anything in return, because that was in her nature to give without expecting any retribution.

Yes, he sincerely hoped he was worthy of her.

To Be Continued