Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Mistakes - Part 5 - Tyrion x Tywin x Reader

"I'll go." (Y/n) proffered eagerly, as she heard Tyrion talk to himself about needing more wine.

"No. No, I don't think that would be a good idea. What if I need you here?" Tyrion replied. Not liking the idea of letting (Y/n) leave his rooms.

"Please, Tyrion. I can go. I want to go. And shouldn't I learn my way around the Keep if I am to stay here? Since you brought me here, I have barely seen anything but your rooms. And as much as I appreciate everything that you have done for me, I am beginning to feel just as much a prisoner as I ever did. I swear that if Bronn didn't come in to see me when you have to leave. I would be going out of my mind." (Y/n) sighed as she sat down on the chair next to the little lord.

"Bronn? Bronn comes in here when I'm not around? He hasn't.........He didn't? He better not..........." Tyrion asked, taking hold of (Y/n)'s hands. His eyes begging her for an answer to his half questions. Thoughts of what he would do to the sellsword if (Y/n) told him something he didn't want to hear, flooding his mind.

"He comes and makes me laugh. He knows I get lonely, so he sits and tells me about what's going on around the castle, while I clean. About the news from the outside. I promise that is all." (Y/n) replied. Placing a soft reassuring kiss to the anxious man's cheek.

"Please just let me go and get the wine. I promise that I will go to the kitchens and come straight back. I need to start to do a little more than just move around the dust everyday from the furniture, and make the bed that only I sleep in." (Y/n) reasoned. Gripping the little man's hands tighter. She knew that Tyrion only wanted the best for her. He had told her often enough, even though he had never actually explained why. And he had been so sweet, so kind. He had given her everything that she had needed. Had made sure that she was safe and didn't have to fear. But, it was beginning to feel as though she had just swapped one prison for another. A splendid, magnificent, comfortable and warm prison. But a prison all the same.

Tyrion looked up at his sister. He knew that she was right. That he should, must allow her a little more freedom. He had still not told the rest of the family about her existence. About the fact that another lioness was in the Keep. The little man hoping that if he could keep her in his rooms, then he wouldn't have to. But as he had got to know her. As she had come to grow in confidence, it had become increasingly obvious that it was not only the Lannister looks that she had inherited from their father. But also, a tenacious spirit, that even though it was soft and understated, was still there. And Tyrion knew that he couldn't keep her caged any longer.

He had asked her to wear a cap to cover her flowing blonde locks, in hopes that it would disguise her a little. Something that (Y/n) had agreed to do if it made him happy. So, what would it hurt if he let her go? Maybe no one would notice. They would just take her for another servant and think nothing of her. Hopefully.

"Very well. But straight there and back." Tyrion replied. Smiling as (Y/n) kissed his cheek again and jumped to her feet.

"I promise. There and back. I'll bring back the best wine." (Y/n) told him. Almost sprinting for the door. Tyrion getting a strange feel of dread as his sister left the room.

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"(Y/n)? Where ya going?" Bronn called out, as he saw the beautiful woman make her way towards him. A broad smile on her face.

"Does Tyrion know ya out of his rooms?" Bronn added, as (Y/n) spun around with childish glee as she stopped in front of him.

"Don't worry. Tyrion said that I could go to the kitchens to get some wine."

"Ya want me ta come with ya?" The sellsword asked. He himself not sure that it was safe to let something so beautiful wander the corridors of the Red Keep, without someone to protect her.

"No. I'll be fine. I promised him I would go there and come straight back. Why don't you go and see him, and I will make sure that I bring enough wine for both of you." (Y/n) told him. Kissing the sellsword's nose, before happily turning and heading off in the direction that Tyrion had told her to go.

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(Y/n) made her way back through the Keep. Her hands holding a heavy tray filled with wine and food. She had to admit that she hadn't liked the way that a few of the men had looked at her. The guards seeming to take a particular interest as she passed. (Y/n) finding herself wishing that she had taken Bronn up on his offer of him joining her. Knowing that she would have felt much safer with the sellsword by her side. But the cooks had been kind to her. Giving her a platter filled with everything she would need, when she had told them who she was. One of the old women even clipping a boy around the ear for whistling at her. Now all she had to do, was get back to Tyrion's rooms, and she could prove to him that she was capable of looking after herself.

"I am so sorry. Please forgive me." (Y/n) apologised as she moved around a corner and bumped into something, or should that be someone. The contents of the tray spilling over the floor. (Y/n) dropping to her knees as she tried to clean up the mess. The young woman not sure what she was going to tell the cooks if she went back to the kitchen. Or Tyrion, if she returned to his room emptyhanded. (Y/n) suddenly forgetting all about her concerns as she heard a deep angry growl from the dark figure looming over her. Her eyes turning upwards to see an irate looking older man. His white hair seeming to shine like silver as the rays of the sun that flooded the small space.

"You clumsy girl. Watch where you are going. Where are taking all........." The man suddenly stopping mid rant, as he looked at the beautiful, but now terrified face of the girl before him.

"Nyra? Is that you?" The man asked in disbelief. Holding out his hand for the girl to take. (Y/n) hesitantly taking it, as she got to her feet.

"Nyra was my mother. My name is (Y/n). (Y/n) Flowers my lord." (Y/n) told him nervously. Not sure what to do, as the old man placed his hand softly on her cheek. His demeanour having changed completely. His previously angry gaze, becoming soft.

"You're mother? Nyra was your mother? Take off the cap. I want to see you." The man added, as he stood back. His mind filled with a thousand thoughts and memories as he gazed at the beauty before him.

"Yes. Nyra was my mother. And Tyrion said that I was to keep the Cap on. To not remove it for anyone. I..........."

"My son told you that. You know him?"

"Son? Then you're.......my apologies my lord. I did not know that you were Lord Lannister." (Y/n) replied. Her hand reaching up to remove the cap. Tywin's eyes growing wide as the perfect pale locks tumbled down over (Y/n)'s shoulders. The old lion knowing beyond a doubt, that he had just come face to face with his only mistake.