This is the first part that will lead to a request for GuignolOrchestra. It starts with the old lion, so I hope you enjoy.
"Sometimes I swear that our sister takes too much after you for her own good." Jaime groaned, as he and Tyrion searched for their youngest sibling.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Tyrion chuckled in reply, despite wishing (Y/n) was a little easier to control. And at this present moment, a little easier to find.
"We've looked everywhere. All the usual places. She's not in the library, the gardens, and she hasn't even found her way down to the kitchens. You don't think that she would have left the Keep, do you?" Jaime mussed, as Tyrion shook his head. The little lion knowing that the only place (Y/n) knew about, was the great castle.
"No. She knows better than to do that. You know that the guards are under strict orders not to let her leave. And where would she go anyway, even if she did get out? No. She is here in the Keep. I just have a feeling that she will be in the last place we would expect. She has seemed a little preoccupied recently." Tyrion replied. Both brothers suddenly looking at one another as they had the same idea.
"You don't think........? She wouldn't.........?" Jaime questioned.
"I do think. And she would. She has been asking about him a lot recently. I think that we better go and find her, before father or Cersei sees her. We both know that it won't end well if they do." Tyrion said. He and Jaime rushing off to the Tower of the Hand. Both of them hoping that they were in time.
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(Y/n) watched from the shadows. Her eyes focused on the door behind which she knew that her father sat working. She knew that she shouldn't be here, but she was. And now she was determined to stay. It had been a long time since father and daughter had seen one another, never mind spoken. Tywin not wishing to set eyes on the child that brought back so many memories.
(Y/n) was the spitting image of her mother. Tywin sure that the gods had sent the girls visage to punish him. To torment him. Replacing his beloved wife with a daughter. A cruel trick that was somehow amusing The Seven. He had refused to ever see the child, and Cersei had followed suit. Neither of them wishing to be reminded of what they had lost. But Jaime and Tyrion had been different. Their sister meant everything to them. And the two lions had taken it upon themselves to raise the girl. The youngest of the Lannister pride growing to become as distractingly beautiful as their mother had been. A young woman with a quick wit, and an even quicker mind. A lioness, though occasionally unruly, wild and headstrong. Was still known for her gentle and kind heart. For her sweet nature and her warm smile. All that were fortunate enough to know her, referring to her as the gentlest lion.
(Y/n) hadn't meant to come here. She had just been bored and decided to explore. She knew to stay away from the tower. To stay away from anywhere that her father and sister may be. But something had compelled her. Something had pulled her to this part of the castle. Perhaps it was overhearing Tyrion speak about his latest disagreement with their father, that had made her want to speak to the old lion. To chastise him for being so cruel to her brother. But whatever it was, she was here, and she was determined to see her father no matter what.
Cautiously, she stepped out from the dark recesses, taking a deep breath as she made her way to the door. Her heart beating at a pace as she raised her hand and knocked.
"Come!" Came a gruff voice in reply. (Y/n) steeling herself as she placed her hand on the handle and slowly opened the door.
"What is it?" Tywin asked, not even looking up from his work. The lion not noticing as his youngest child carefully closed the door and made her way over to his desk.
"Hello, father." A sweet voice said. Tywin's eyes flying upwards at the sound.
"I.....I have come to see you. I thought that you and I could speak." (Y/n) continued, as Tywin stared up at her.
His daughter was a vision. The image of her mother. Tywin not quite believing how beautiful his child had truly become. Yet the sight of her made his heart ache. His mind wandering to all the what ifs that might have been if Joanna hadn't died. And as much as he wanted to continue to look on his daughter's face, he did not care to be tortured by the memories of the love that he had lost.
"What do you want, (Y/n)? You know that you are not to come here. If your brothers can't keep better control of you, then maybe I should send you away. Even better, it is high time that they found you a suitable suitor. You are more than the age to be a bride." Tywin hissed disdainfully, as he turned his attention back to pile of parchments in front of him.
"I am well aware that I am not supposed to be here. Yet here I am. Maybe I am just as stubborn as you. Though I wouldn't know, because I don't know who you are. And do not dare insult either Jaime or Tyrion. If it wasn't for them, you would probably have left me in a gutter somewhere, to rot and die. And I can assure you, that unlike Cersei, I will not allow you to sell me off to increase the power and name of this family. I will chose my own suitor and wed when I wish it. Not you, Jaime or Tyrion." (Y/n) announced. Her tone quite clear that she was not afraid of her father like all his other children. The old lion doing his best not to smile as he heard Joanna's same tenacious spirit in his child.
"Well. Is that it? Is that the reason for your presence? To inform me of something that does not concern me. If that.............."
"No. I have come to tell you to leave Tyrion alone. To stop treating him as if he were nothing. Between he and Jaime, they are the only fathers I know. And I have more love and respect for them, than I could ever have for you. So, leave him alone." (Y/n) replied defiantly. Tywin once again looking from his work. The patriarch taken aback by the fact that one of his children would dare talk to him in such a fashion.
"How dare you speak to me in such a way? Did your brother send you? I..........."
"Tyrion didn't send me. Tyrion doesn't even know I am here. No one knows that I am here. I just want you to leave him alone. And if you think that that growl of yours scares me, then you are very much mistaken. I am not afraid of you, father. I am not the others." (Y/n) interjected. Standing defiantly before the old lion. Tywin fighting back the smile that he felt desperately trying to force itself onto his lips. Her words of chastisement, her stance, everything reminding him of when he would do something to anger Joanna. When he had scolded the twins for anything. When he had somehow managed to get himself hurt. And here he was, taken back to his youth, being reprimanded by the woman he loved.
"You are so much like your mother. So, strong. So, beautiful. Yet still so kind and well meaning. I..........."
Suddenly the Lannister patriarch's words disappeared into the ether. The door to his room flying open as Tyrion and Jaime pushed their way into the room. Both men standing in front of their sister hoping to shield her from their father's wrath.
"Get this child out of my sight! And if neither of you can control you sister better than this, perhaps I should send her to Casterly Rock, or maybe somewhere much, much further." Tywin snapped. His tone changing instantly as he glared at his two sons. The pair hurriedly removing (Y/n) from their father's sight.
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Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two
FanfictionThis is my second book of Game of Thrones imagines and one shots, and is a collection of some of my favourite characters, and hopefully yours. Most imagines will be fluffy, smutty, but mostly romantic. And some will even have my own special little...