Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Pride of the Lannisters - Part 3 - Tywin x Tyrion x Reader

Tywin looked out of the window of his rooms. His eyes focused on his sister far below, as she spoke to the Ghiscari man that had introduced himself as Zaznar. The old lion had to admit that he hadn't liked the man from the moment he had set eyes on him. And he had liked him even less, when he saw how close he clung to (Y/n)'s side. Though part of him had put that down to the tall man being her husband's loyal man. A man that had pledged himself to still watch over his sister, when her husband had died. Yet as Tywin saw him reach up his hand and brush some of (Y/n) hair back behind her ear, it seemed obvious that he wanted more than to just protect her. Tywin growling as he continued to watch the Ghiscari take his sisters hand and kiss it gently. The old lion determined that now (Y/n) had returned to her family, nothing, and no one was going to take her away again. Especially not all the way back to Meereen.

As soon as (Y/n) had greeted him, Tywin felt as though he was young again. As though he were the young man that had smiled as a golden haired little girl had cooed and fussed over him. As if the small injury on his arm, that he had sustained in the practice ring, meant that she would lose him, if the slight trickle of blood was not stopped. He had felt his heart warm for the first time since he had lost Joanna. He had found himself smiling. Even laughing as she had spoken with his children. The room filling with a kind of joy that he could never remember having had with his family before.

(Y/n) had always been special. She had always had something about her that could brighten any day. Maybe it was because she was the only girl in the family. Maybe it was because she was so much younger than him. But despite Tywin not normally being known for having anything that could possibly be described as a soft, gentle heart. (Y/n) had always had a way of bringing that unknown part of him, out.

He had noticed as (Y/n) sat at the table with the children, that like the rest of the family, the boys had seemed to accept her, happily. The three, by the end of the afternoon, sounding as though they had always known one another. Tywin watching as Jaime and Tyrion had inched closer and closer to their aunts' sides, until she was holding both of them by the hands. His sons going on and on as if they were little boys boasting about something they had done for the pleasure of their mother.

Cersei on the other hand had hung back. Watching the older lioness. Not quite knowing how to feel, or what to think about the new woman that had just come into her life. Like her brothers she couldn't really remember the love of a motherly figure. Yet now, here was a woman, that despite having never met any of them, had an air that seemed to suggest that she wanted only the best for them. That she wanted to get to know them better. And that she had every intention of staying in their lives. Tywin really couldn't blame his daughter for being a little suspicious of (Y/n). Up until the moment her aunt had been presented to her, Cersei had been the lady of Casterly Rock. The only lioness. Yet now she had to share the limelight with an older woman that was not just as beautiful as her. But in Tywin's opinion, surpassed his daughter in every way. 

Tywin came back from his thoughts, as he heard the sound of (Y/n)'s carriage rumble through the courtyard. The landeau heading out to where her men had been told to take it, and the horses. The unsullied warriors and her Ghiscari escort following behind it. Leaving (Y/n) on her own to survey her surroundings. Her contemplations interrupted as Tywin watched his youngest child suddenly appear, and take his aunt's hand.

The patriarch of the Lannister family had to admit that he didn't like Tyrion being around (Y/n). His son had killed the last woman that he had loved. And even though it may sound foolish, Tywin did not want another woman that he loved to succumb to any curse that may surround the little man. The old lion turning and making his way from his room, so that he could find his sister and bring her up to the safety of the Tower.

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Tyrion watched as his aunt spoke to a large, tall man that was obviously Ghiscari. Listening as the two spoke quietly. Despite knowing that he shouldn't. He was intrigued by his aunt, and wanted an insight into her, that she may not openly give to him or the rest of the family. He could understand much of what the pair were saying, despite the High Valarian being bastardised, and including other words and phrases that he had no idea at all about. The little man's eyes growing wide as the amber skinned man reached up and brushed his aunt's hair back behind her ear, before kissing her hand. The show of affection making Tyrion wonder if there was something between the older lioness and the man.

"Lady zo Dhuaq." Tyrion called out as his aunt's carriage and entourage disappeared from the courtyard. His call obviously shaking the older woman from her thoughts.

"Lady zo Dhuaq? Really, nephew? Why so formal? I thought that you and I were already becoming friends. Lady zo Dhuaq sounds so strange coming from you. I insist that you merely refer to me as, aunt, or (Y/n). I left Lady zo Dhuaq behind the day I left Meereen." (Y/n) told him, as she took the hand that he was offering. The little man leading his aunt over to where the pair could sit.

"Your man doesn't trust us, does he? He wants to take you back to Meereen, doesn't he?" Tyrion asked. (Y/n) shocked that her nephew had understood what had been said. And fascinated as to why he would be listening.

"You speak High Valarian, Tyrion?" (Y/n) enquired. Tyrion nodding as he looked out onto the courtyard.

"Yes. I learned to read High Valyrian on my maester's knee. And even though I couldn't understand every word, I certainly got the impression that he was far from happy that you had returned to us." Tyrion replied, turning his attention back to his aunt as she began to chuckle.

"My, you are full of surprises, nephew. And so very interested in everything around you." (Y/n) joked, holding her hand up as Tyrion tried to apologise for eavesdropping.

"There is no need to apologise. I believe that if I were in your place. That if someone had just entered my life. I too, would want to know more about them. In truth, Tyrion. Zaznar does not like or trust many people. Especially those that he believes may take me from him. Even my own family. As my husband's most loyal man, Zaznar was assigned to watch over me from the time I arrived in Meereen. To protect me. And he has done that most effectively over the years. Yet I always knew that he wished for more of a personal relationship. And since my husband's passing, he has begun to push the subject more and more. He did not want me to come home. He did not want me to leave Meereen. Yet there was nothing he could really say, or do, to prevent me. I am a member of the Ghiscari elite, the wife of a Great Master. And even though I am not Ghiscari born, Hadaq's family and people accepted me as if I was. As you may have heard, he doesn't like the look of your father. He doesn't trust him. And despite the fact that Tywin is my brother, he fears for my safety. And tried to tell me that I would be safer for me to return to Essos." (Y/n) informed him. Tyrion surprised at how open his aunt was being.

"Do you care for him, as much as he obviously cares for you?" Tyrion asked, not sure whether he was pushing his inquisitiveness a little too much.

"I care for Zaznar, yes. He has been with me, as long as I have been with my husband. And we have grown close over the years. But I adored Hadaq. And would never have betrayed him. And even though he has joined the gods of Ghis, I could never feel for Zaznar, as I did my husband. And I have no intention of returning to Meereen. I have come home to stay. Come home to be with my family. And Zaznar is just going to have to accept it." (Y/n) replied, as she reached for Tyrion's hand.

"Well, nephew. Why don't you show your dear old aunt around this glorious castle? If I am to call it home for a while, I should at least know where I am going." (Y/n) chuckled. Tyrion happily getting to his feet, then helping (Y/n) to hers. The two heading back into the Red Keep.