Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Daughter of the sun and moon - Part 4 - Tyrion x Reader

Tyrion watched as the princess sat on the edge of the cliff, with her feet dangling over the side. The woman not seeming to care that if she made one wrong move, she could plummet to the watery depth below. Her two guardian lions lay not far from her, both of the mighty beasts warming themselves in the afternoon sun. Their ears twitching occasionally when the gentle breeze, which seemed to be softly kissing to rock, would catch their manes.

Tyrion had noticed that (Y/n) had been doing this for the last few days. Just sitting quietly, seemingly talking to an entity that only she could see. The little lion not failing to notice that sometimes she would return to the castle with tears in her eyes. The youngest Lannister not getting a chance to enquire if she was alright, before she disappeared back to her rooms.

If Tyrion had not known better, he would believe that what had transpired had been a dream, and that the beautiful woman was not there. Since the night she had woken from her slumber. Since Bronn had taken her away before he had gotten to say anything else to her. Tyrion had seen very little of the legendary princess. She appeared to spend most of her days in the library, trawling through books so that she could learn of the new world that she now found herself in. Other times she would walk through the corridors of the castle, talking to the servants or the miners that had heard of her awakening. The men wanting to pay respects to the princess, that had watched over them and their predecessors for as long as anyone could remember. And now, now she had found her way out to the rock. Sometimes spending the whole day just sitting and looking out onto the sunset sea.

Tyrion had to admit that he felt a little hurt. In a way it felt as if the princess was avoiding him. Not wanting to be close to him because of what he was. A small part of him fearing that she hated him like so many others did. But another part of him could only imagine what it must be like to learn that you had been killed by you own father. To come to terms with the fact that your body had been preserved and enchanted by your mother. And that the man that you had loved, was now the rock that had protected you since that day. And despite wanting to get to know the exquisite princess better. Despite wanting to tell her that he had kissed her. That he believed he had been the one to wake her. That she had spoken to him. Pleaded for him to stay. And that he had promised to be her servant. Her slave. Hers to command. He knew that she needed time.

"Ya know. She never stops askin about ya." Bronn suddenly announced, as he came up behind Tyrion. The little lord turning to look at his taller friend. Unsure how to take what the sellsword had just said.

"Aye. I've heard er asking tha servants, especially Timos, about ya. And she's even asked tha miners about ya family. She actually asked me if I knew who woke er. Asked if it could be you." Bronn sniffed, as the two men looked back at the princess.

"She talks ta tha rock while she's out there, ya know. That's why she goes there." Bronn continued, as he took a big gulp of wine from his glass.

Tyrion was surprised that the princess had been asking about him. That she was interested enough in him to talk about him with the servants. He was not surprised thought that she had asked about his family. Sure that the lady had read about the origins of the castle, and how his family had come by it, in the library. He was also not surprised to be told that the princess spending all those hours on the rock by herself, was her way of trying to communicate with the husband that she had lost. A husband that had loved her so much, that he had sacrificed himself to protect her body. Tyrion had to admit that he knew that the rock wasn't the only thing that (Y/n) spoke with when no one else was around. One night, when he had been unable to sleep, he had followed her when he had seen the glow of her form wandering the corridors. The little lion unable to quell his curiosity as to where the princess could be going at such a late hour.

He had quietly hung in the shadows, moving with her until she had walked out onto the high tower. Listening at the door as the princess spoke to the moon. Begging her mother to guide her. To tell her why she had allowed her to be woken. Asking the moon to show her how to live in a world that she knew nothing about, without the man that she had loved. When (Y/n) had asked those question, Tyrion had wanted to jump from the shadows. He had wanted to tell (Y/n) that he had woken her because he loved her. That he would show her how to live in this new world, and that he could be the one that she could look to. The man that maybe she could learn to care for. That he could love her just as much Cayde had loved her. But discretion had been the better part of valour. The little lion choosing to stay hidden rather than profess his love. Tyrion failing to notice the beam of moonlight that had hit his hiding place. The rays of the great celestial mother showing her daughter who she should turn to.

"Ya should go and talk to er. Ya brought us out ere ta learn about tha damn woman. Now she's right in front of ya, ya ain't said a word to er since tha first night. Go and learn what ya have ta learn, then we can get back ta Kings Landing." Bronn told him. Tyrion rolling his eyes as the sellsword had come out with something, that was on one hand was quite correct. And then on the other, was as self-centred and self-serving as he normally was.

"For once, Bronn, I believe that you are right. I came here because I didn't know about the legend of the daughter of the sun and moon. I came to have that gap in my knowledge filled. I came here because I was fascinated. And the book can only tell me so much. So, who better than the lady herself to tell me everything I need to know?" Tyrion agreed, as he moved past Bronn. Determined that he would finally, if not tell the lady how he felt, at least get to know her better.

Tyrion walked out onto the rock. The gentle breeze sending the sound of (Y/n)'s sultry voice drifting towards him. The little lions' eyes widening as he heard the princess ask the craggy outcrop if it would forgive her if she had feelings for another.

"My lady!" Tyrion called out, as her pair of eternal guards rose. The two great beasts watching the little mans every move. The little lion not wanting to be food for the great beasts, at least until he had chance to tell the princess how much he cared for her.

"Please don't concern yourself. Hunter and Rebel will do you know harm, lord Tyrion. Why don't you come and join me?" (Y/n) told him as she patted the rocky surface by her side. Her eyes never leaving the sea as she felt his smaller form come to rest by her side.