Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Mistakes - Part 2 - Tyrion x Reader

I know that this part is a little shorter than normal, but I always love leaving you wanting more.😁 Even so, I hope you enjoy the next instalment.

"A beautiful name, for a beautiful girl." Tyrion chuckled. His heart beating a little quicker as the young woman smiled at him. The youngest lion desperately trying to look anywhere other than her wonderfully heaving bosom.

"Where do you come from?" Tyrion continued. Sensing that she had begun to feel a little easier, with every word he spoke.

"I was born in The Reach, my lord. I come from a little village near Cuy. Thought I never really got to see a lot of it." (Y/n) replied, as eyes losing some of their sparkle, as she thought of her life.

"And why is that?"

"I was locked away. Kept a prisoner." (Y/n) told the little man. The words leaving her mouth, sounding slightly harsher than she had meant them to. 

"My mother was born in Oldtown, but she came to work here in Kings Landing. She used to tell me that she worked as a servant in the Red Keep itself. That she had even met the King and his Hand. That a Lord Lannister, in particular, had been good to her. Though sometimes I thought her stories were nothing more than fantastic tales to amuse me. When she found that she was with child, she moved back to The Reach, and I was born. When my mother passed, I was still young, and the old woman that sold me to Lord Baelish took over my care. She would keep me locked in her home. She told me that my beauty would make her a large amount of gold one day, if I was offered to the right buyer. So, here I am." (Y/n) sighed. Wiping a tear away from her cheek.

Tyrion's breath caught in his throat. He had heard rumours long ago. Stories whispered about, in the dark corners of the Keep. Tales that his father had taken a beautiful girl to his bed. A young woman from The Reach. A female of unsurpassed beauty that the old lion had fallen in love with. Though he had never been sure whether to believe it. And Cersei had fervently denied that her father would betray her mother in such a fashion.

Yet, in the deepest recesses of his mind, Tyrion could remember having seen the woman. He could remember seeing his father's eyes whenever he looked at her. And he could remember that one day she had disappeared. Never to return. But could this be? Could the young woman sat next to him. A young woman that had been bought by Baelish. A woman that had been told to offer herself to him. Be the other part of the rumours that had circulated the Red Keep so many years before. Could this girl be an illegitimate child of his father, and therefore, his sister?

"Tell me. Do you know anything about your father?" Tyrion enquired, as he carefully reached for her hand. (Y/n)'s fingers wrapping themselves tightly around his smaller hand.

"Not really. I know my mother fell pregnant while she was in service at the Red Keep. That when she found out, that she was sent away. The only thing she would say, was that my father was beautiful, just like me. That he was a mighty golden knight that helped stags destroy dragons. A powerful beast, that could bring down his enemies with a single roar. But as I said, I just thought all those were wonderful stories, thought up to help me sleep. I always suspected, that in truth, my father was just another simple servant that worked in the Keep." (Y/n) explained. Tyrion no longer knowing what to say or think as he listened to her speak.

He could see his father in her looks. He could see Jaime, Cersei, and even himself in her eyes. And even though they had different mothers. Even though their upbringing and lives were so very different. It seemed obvious to Tyrion that the beautiful young woman sat to his left, was as much a Lannister as he was. And as such, he had no intention of leaving her, to be sold to man after man by Baelish.

"Tell me, (Y/n). Do you want to be here?" Tyrion asked. Not really requiring her to answer as he saw the fear and pleading in her eyes.

"No, my lord. I would rather be anywhere but here. I am afraid of what will happen to me. I am afraid of what Lord Baelish expects me to do. But I have no way of escaping. Yet, even if I could escape, I have nowhere to go. So, this is to be my life. And I am still a prisoner." (Y/n) replied, tears now falling steadily down her cheeks.

"What if I told you that I could take you away from here? That I would buy you from Baelish, and take you to the Red Keep with me?" Tyrion continued, as he reached up his hand and carefully brushed away the glistening tears from her face.

"Why would you do that? You don't know me. I could be anyone. Anything. But.......but if you did. What would you expect of me? I know nothing of the world, and even less about how to make a man happy. I am not like the other women here. But if you showed me what you wanted. I could........I mean, I would do what you liked. As long as it was only you." (Y/n) replied. Tyrion's eyes growing wide as she leant in to kiss him.

"No. No. You don't understand." Tyrion quickly told her, as he pushed her away.

"I will find you a position as a servant, just like your mother was. I will make sure that you are safe. That no one will touch you. All you have to do, is agree to come with me now, before Baelish can use you any further. You don't belong here, (Y/n). You are meant for other things." Tyrion added. A soft smile pulling at his lips as (Y/n) nodded her head.

"I would like that very much, my lord. I promise that I will make a good servant. That I will do as I am told. I won't let you down, I swear. Please take me away from here." (Y/n) vowed, as she watched the little lion jump down from the bed.

"Then, (Y/n). Let's take you to your new home."