Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Mistakes - Part 7 - Tywin x Reader

To say that Tywin was angry, would be an understatement. Incandescent with rage, might in fact be closer to the mark. Yet he was doing his best to not let it show. To not let his sweet child become anymore upset than she already was. He had listened intently as (Y/n) had spoken about her life since her mother's passing. How she had been locked away from the world, by the old woman that had said would care for her. Raised with no real knowledge of what happened outside her small, windowless room, other than what she had seen and heard as a young child. Caged, and kept from the eyes of all others until she had come of an age. Until she had been ripe for sale. When who should come along, but the whoremonger himself.

"Lord Baelish told me that I was to wait in one of the rooms. He told me what I was to do. That when the little man came in, I was to offer myself to him. To do whatever he wanted me to do. To.......to make him happy." (Y/n) explained. Her eyes focused firmly on the floor. Embarrassed that she was having to tell the older man, about what had happened in the brothel.

"I didn't want to do it. You must believe me, my lord. But I was scared, and Lord Baelish said that he owned me. That I had to do as I was told, or in future, the men might not be so nice. That they might hurt me." (Y/n) continued, taking a large drink from the glass that she held in her trembling hand.

"When........when Tyrion came into the room, I did as Lord Baelish instructed. I told him that I would do whatever he wished, but Tyrion stopped me. He sat me on the bed and spoke to me instead. He asked me where I had come from. About my mother. And he asked me if I knew who my father was, and I told him that I didn't. When I answered all his questions. When I told him all that I have told you. He asked if I wanted to stay at the brothel, and I told him, no. I told him that I would rather die than stay locked up there, having men..........well........having to pleasure men. Then he said that he would bring me here, that he would get me a position like my mother had had. That he wouldn't let anyone else hurt or use me anymore. He sent me outside to wait with Bronn, and then he must have spoken with Lord Baelish, because the next thing I knew, I was here. Tyrion promised that he would protect me. And he has done just that, my lord. Your son and Bronn have been so good to me. They have never asked anything of me. And I swear that I have never...........well, I haven't at all. With any man." (Y/n) added. Sniffing as she tried to hold back the tears. Hoping that the great old lion wasn't angry with her. That she hadn't got Tyrion in trouble. And that she wouldn't be sent away. Back to a life that she feared.

Tywin sat back in his chair. Sighing heavily. Using every ounce of self-control that he could muster, not to storm out of the Keep and make his way down to the Street of Silk with some of his men. Where he would thunder into Baelish' brothel, and drag the whoremonger out by his hair, so that his could dispense with him, in the most painful way possible. But now was not the time. He would take care of the Master of Coin at a later date. When he had thought of a suitable punishment, for attempting to turn his innocent child into one of his whores. However, for now he would deal with the matter at hand. He would deal with (Y/n). He would think of the best thing to do with her. And he would also deal with Tyrion.

He wasn't about to claim (Y/n) as his daughter just yet. There were things he had to consider. His position, his name. His reputation. The twins. But he was most definitely going to ensure that (Y/n) remained as safe as possible. That she would stay as close to him as possible. And woe betide any man that even looked at her in a way that displeased him. He had made so many mistakes with his other children. He had given up when Joanna had passed away. But now, now he had been given another chance to have a child that he could actually be proud of. A child that would not let him down at every turn. He had been given a gift. A gift that perhaps he did not deserve, but he was not about to let it slip through his fingers. He was not about to make another mistake.

"Please, my lord. Don't think less of me. I didn't............"

"My child. There is no need for concern. I believe you when you say that you are still an innocent. And I do not think less of you. None of this was your doing. I helped your mother when she was here, and I will help you too. I will take over your care from my son. You will have your own rooms, and I will..........."

"No, please my lord. I like being with Tyrion. I like Bronn, although, he does says lots of things that I don't understand. They have been so nice to me. Kind. Sweet. And, well, I would like to stay with them. They make me feel safe. Tyrion is so clever; he has taught me so many things since I have arrived. Bronn makes me laugh, and he watches over me whenever Tyrion can't. He even said that he would show me how to fight with a sword. Please my lord, let me stay near them." (Y/n) interrupted. Taking the older man's hands in hers. A look of desperation in her eyes.

Normally, Tywin was not used to having his decisions questioned by anyone, especially his own children. Usually, he would growl and huff a little, and everyone would just fall into place. But (Y/n) was different. She was not used to his ways, not used to his barks and demands, and it was obvious to the patriarch that such tactics would not work with this worldly innocent. And even though Tywin knew that he was probably too old to change, for his new flower, he would try.

"Very well. I will.............."

"Father!" A voice exclaimed urgently, as the door to Tywin's private apartments flew open. Tywin and (Y/n) looking up to see that Jaime had just entered. The Kingslayer stopping dead in his tracks as he saw his father sat, holding the hands of a young woman. A young woman that Jaime had never seen in the Keep before. A young woman of such beauty, that the Kingsguard believed his heart was about to stop. A young woman that he couldn't help but smile at, all thoughts of what he had come to speak with his father about, suddenly vanishing, as the vision in front of him smiled coyly. Her soft cheeks, delicately kissed by a gentle pink hue. A young woman that the golden lion knew that he would give anything to get to know better. An exquisite creature that caused even Cersei, to pale into insignificance by comparison.