Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Deaths Watch - Part 2 - Tywin x Robert x Reader

All stared as the exquisite High Crimson Guard dismounted the snorting pitch-black stallion. The feared woman speaking softly to the creature as she stroked its nose. The huge creature seeming to calm as its rider whispered gently. Non present able to take their eyes from her as she briefly smiled caringly at the animal. Her look turning stern once again as she glared at everyone that was waiting in the courtyard.

"I take it that you are Robert Baratheon?" The Guard enquired as she made her way over to the waiting dignitaries. The woman looking the rotund man up and down, as if I he were little more than a piece of meat. Robert having to shake himself from the sinful thoughts as he took in the magnificence of the female before him. He had seen many of her sisters on the battlefield before. And he could truthfully say that each one had been more lovely than the last. Warrior maidens of unsurpassed skill and beauty. But this one. This High Crimson Guard was greater than all of those previous guards combined.

"I am King Robert Baratheon, yes. And given that, I would like it if you would address me in the proper fashion." Robert huffed back as he finally remembered himself. Hooking his thumbs into his belt and waiting for a more suitable reply. The king not wanting to be seen to back down before the Deaths Watch. Yet knowing that despite all his battles. All the enemies that he had faced and defeated, and the men he had killed. Deep down, he was more afraid of this single woman than he had been of anyone else. And that any man, woman or child in their right mind, would be equally as afraid.

"You may be their King. But you are most certainly not mine. The Deaths Watch do not recognise the authority of others. Not a lord or lady. King or queen. We owe allegiance to no one, other than our sisters. And we most certainly do not bow our heads. We much prefer to take them. So........"

"You heard the King, woman. Bow your head." Trant ordered as he stepped forward. Not liking the way that this upstart of a woman thought that she was above others. His hand slowly drawing his sword. All those present staring in disbelief, as in the blink of an eye, the High Crimson Guard had a needle-sharp blade at the Kingsguard's throat. A river of scarlet trickling steadily down his skin. A look of fear in his eyes that none had seen before.

"May I suggest that you find yourself men to guard you, that have less of a death wish, and more brains, Baratheon. This one is just begging to die. And I am quite willing to fulfil that wish. And he most definitely does not deserve to wear the white cloak of a Kingsguard." The lady hissed as she pushed the blade further into Trant's flesh. The Kingsguard not daring to move as he felt the metal inch slowly into his body. Tywin wondering if the unpleasant sycophant of a man, had finally, and completely, lost all of his senses.

"If you dare think that you can order me again, Kingsguard. I promise you that you will not live to see the next sunrise. I was born to kill things like you. Men that believe that woman can be told what to do. That women should be dutiful, should listen and be grateful. A man that would rather victimize the weak than come to their aid. But I can promise you that if you ever even come into me eyeline again while I am here, I will take great delight in dispatching you. And I can assure you, that if somehow you did manage to kill me, there will be hundreds of my sisters to take my place. We know that the last thing that your king needs is a war with the Deaths Watch. For unlike you, we do not fear death. We embrace it." The lady continued. Whispering menacingly in Trant's ear, before pushing him to the floor. The unpleasant man clasping his hand around his throat, before scurrying off into the Keep.

"Now, if there are no more interruption?" The Guard enquired, looking at the others, no one daring to say a word as she made her way back to Robert and Tywin.

"Robert Baratheon. I am called (Y/n). High Crimson Guard. Daughter of the great sisters. Chief of the Watch. First Commander. Keeper of the oath and mistress of the Tower. I have been sent as emissary by the mothers. A show of good faith between the Deaths Watch and the people of the Seven Kingdoms." The lady announced, handing Robert a scroll of introduction.

"Very impressive, Commander." Tywin remarked as he looked over the scroll that Robert had unrolled. Both he and his King reading the declaration of peace between the Deaths Watch and the peoples of the Seven Kingdoms. At least, as long as the High Crimson Guard remained in Kings Landing.

"I presume that you are the one they call, Tywin Lannister?" (Y/n) queried as she looked the old lion up and down. The Guard sure that the older man looked more like a king, than the bearded, bloated, red nosed fool that stood before her.

"I assure you, lion. That I have earned each one of my titles through hard work and loss of blood. Can you say the same? There is a reason why the mothers sent me as emissary, despite my protests. I am the highest decorated High Crimson Guard. And as Keeper of the oath, I watch over the laws that govern the Deaths Watch. Laws that we must all abide by. And as such, the mothers see me as being the most diplomatic of the sisters. Though I will not pretend that I believe that this is a good idea. We have never needed the Seven Kingdoms. We take what we need, and always have done. But, if the mothers wish it, then I must follow." The High Guard informed the Hand. Tywin sure that she would, under different circumstances, have made him a wonderful son. Much better than the two that were currently stood, mouth agog, as they listened to the High Guard converse with him. Obviously amazed at the way that she dare speak to their father.

"Your Red Keep is impressive, Baratheon. And quite fitting for a Crimson Guard. Its red rocks used by Aegon as a reminder to his people of the fires in which he roasted his enemies. If he had been a woman, he would have made a magnificent Guard." (Y/n) commented as she looked up at the great castle. Its highest towers seeming to cut out the very sun itself.

"Well, as I am to remain here for some time, I would like to be shown around. And I would like you to do it. I think that I will take up residence in the Maidenvault. I believe that the three maiden Targaryen princesses would approve." (Y/n) continued, almost ordering, as she looked at Tywin and waited. The Hand dutifully gesturing for the Guard to make her way into the Keep. Tywin having a strange idea that despite the woman's bluntness, that he and this (Y/n) were going to get on quite well.