Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Mistakes - Part 6 - Tywin x Tyrion x Reader

Tywin gripped (Y/n)'s hand tighter. He could see her mother in her face. In her flawless skin. In her smile and the way that she looked at him. But he could also see himself in her. He could see his other children. Her eyes and hair giving away her heritage to anyone that knew anything of the family. Tywin knowing that there was no denying, that she was the child that he had been finding himself thinking more and more about.

"Such a beautiful child." Tywin hummed, as he gently caressed her cheek. The young woman not sure as the do as the great lord looked deep into her eyes.

(Y/n) of course had heard of Tywin. How could she not? Her mother had talked about the lion so often when she was a child. Spoken fondly of him, so fondly that even at a young age it had appeared to (Y/n) that her mother had known the older man well. Yet her mother had merely replied when (Y/n) had asked, that the lord had been good to her. That he had helped her. That he had given her a wonderful gift. And now, as (Y/n) stood before him, she could understand a little about why her mother seemed to have liked him so much. For despite his original gruffness when she had accidentally bumped into him, there was a certain something behind the old man's eyes that she couldn't help but like.

"I wish you to come with me." Tywin suddenly said. (Y/n) taken aback by the request, but sure that she couldn't really say no to anything that the lord asked her to do.

"I....yes my lord. But......Tyrion.....I mean, your son, my lord. He is expecting me back. I told him that I would go straight to the kitchen and return with wine for he and Bronn. They will be expecting me. I don't wish to worry them. It is the first time that he has allowed me to leave his rooms since he brought me here. If I don't let him know where I am, he may not let me out again, and I do so love being able to see the castle." (Y/n) explained. Tywin, despite his usual cold nature, finding it hard not to smile at the sweet and caring side of the beauty before him. A side that was wholly due to her mother.

"What if I were to send one of my men to inform him of where you were? Would you accompany me them? Would you tell me about yourself, where you have come from?" Tywin enquired softly. The old lion not wanting to scare his child.

"Y-yes, my lord. I suppose. As long as Tyrion knows where I am. As long as he knows that I should be safe with you. But......but I must clean up the mess that I made. I don't want anyone........."

"Nonsense!" Tywin interrupted, as he placed (Y/n)'s hand in the crook of his arm.

"That is the job of a servant. They will do it."

"But my lord. I am a servant. Tyrion has been having me clean for him. Taking care of his rooms and his clothing. He said that he would get me work in the Keep like my mother did. He said that I would be safe. That he would make sure that I was looked after. That I wouldn't have to worry anymore." (Y/n) explained. Tywin getting a terrible feeling that his youngest son already knew that there was more to the young woman by his side, than most could know. But that would be something that he would have to take up with Tyrion at a later date. For now, he wished to talk to (Y/n). He wanted to know about her mother. About her life. How she had come to be in Kings Landing, and how his son had found her.

"Well, that may have been. But you are a servant no more, (Y/n). Out of respect for your mother, I am sure that I can find you a more suitable position." Tywin told her. As he slowly escorted (Y/n) to the Tower of the Hand.

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Tyrion made his way to the door of his rooms. (Y/n) was still not back. When Bronn had seen her, she had been happy and heading in the right direction to get to the kitchens. But where was she now? The idea of someone touching her. Someone hurting her, was twisting the little lord up inside, and he had wasted too much time already. Now he was going to search the whole of the Red Keep if he had to, but he was going to find his sister.

"I'm sure that she's alright. She probably just got talkin ta tha cooks. But if ya goin lookin fa er, I'm comin too." Bronn said. The sellsword knowing that if he had insisted on accompanying her, the newest member of the pride would not be lost in the castle.

"Good. I want you to go straight to the kitchens. See if she is still there. I will........." Tyrion began. His words stopped as he barrelled straight into a Lannister bannerman, that was making his way to the room.

"Milord." The man began. Bronn helping up the little lord that had been knocked unceremoniously to the floor.

"What is it?" Tyrion huffed. His mind too filled with finding his missing sister, to be concerned with anything that the guard may have to say.

"Your father sent me, milord. Asked me to tell you that, (Y/n) is with him. That he wants to speak with you later." The bannerman explained. Tyrion looking up at Bronn, the sellsword unable to do anything but shrug.

"Good. I.......I'll be sure to see him." Tyrion replied, turning and making his way back to his room, pouring himself a large drink, before dropping down into the closest chair. Bronn doing the same as he joined him at the table.

If (Y/n) was with his father, that meant only one of two things. That Tywin had either somehow found (Y/n) wandering the corridors of the Red Keep and taken a fancy to her, as he had her mother so many years before. Or, he had discovered who she was, and wished to know why Tyrion hadn't informed him that he had discovered her. Tyrion sure that whichever one it was, it could end badly. For him, at least.

"So, ya think he knows?" Bronn asked with a sniff. The sellsword deciding that they had sat in silence for far too long. And that sooner or later, no matter how long Tyrion kept her in his rooms, or tried to disguise her, (Y/n)'s identity would eventually have come to light.

"It would seem so, yes. All I can hope now, is that my father doesn't wish to send (Y/n) away like he did her mother. If he sends her back to The Reach, the gods only know what may happen to her. She is too innocent for this world. Too naïve. She has been caged for so long, that she has no notion of how to deal with those that may wish to harm or use her. I fear, that if she leaves the Keep, that she will end up hurt or sold back to a man like Baelish. I will not let that happen. Legitimate or not, (Y/n) is a Lannister. And she should be allowed to live as one. So, whatever my father decides to do with her, I am going to make sure that I keep my promise, and she will remain safe." Tyrion replied. The little man knowing that even if their father did accept his new child. The next, and probably bigger problem would be a very bitter and jealous Cersei.

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(Y/n) sat at the table. Watching as the great lord poured two glasses of wine. She wasn't sure why he had brought her to his rooms, other than the fact he wished to ask her more questions. As they had made their way up the tower, the lion had asked about her mother. Enquired as to her wellbeing. The older man appearing genuinely sad when (Y/n) had informed him, that her mother had died years before. And now, now it was obvious that he wanted to know more.

"So, my child." Tywin said softly as he handed (Y/n) one of the glasses. (Y/n) taking it gratefully and watching as the lord pulled his chair up to her side.

"Why don't you tell me where my son found you?"