Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Mistakes - Part 8 - Tywin x Jaime x Reader

"What do you want?" Tywin growled as he looked up at his son. Jaime not seeming to hear a single word that his father had said, as he continued to look at the blushing girl.

"JAIME!" Tywin exclaimed loudly. The sound of his father's harsh bark, finally bringing the Kingsguard to his senses.

"What? Oh........I...... I came to tell you.........I came to tell you.........." Jaime stammered, doing his best to try and remember why he had made his way up to the Tower of the Hand in the first place. But finding that he could barely remember anything other than his own name.

"Well, when you can actually remember the reason why you so rudely burst into my private rooms, you can return. For now, you may leave." Tywin growled, as he got to his feet and stood between his oldest son and (Y/n). The old lion not liking the way that Jaime was looking at her.

"Yes.........I........of course. I'll just.........." Jaime finally managed to reply. The Kingsguard almost walking into the door as he made his way reluctantly to leave the room. His heart skipping a beat as (Y/n) suddenly giggled at his foolishness. Jaime finding himself smiling back as the glow on her cheeks got even brighter.

"I think that I will come and find you instead. Perhaps when you have regained your wits." Tywin replied, as he closed the door on his oldest son. The old lion determining that he would have to keep his son, as far away from (Y/n) as he possibly could.

He had seen that look in a man's eyes before. It had been the same look that Tywin was sure that he had had, when he had first set eyes on (Y/n)'s mother all those years before. The Lannister patriarch sure that if his son was anything like him, then Jaime's mind would now be filled with images of (Y/n)'s face. His ears filled with that exquisite giggle. And as he turned his attention back to his new child, Tywin saw her mother in her eyes. Saw the same look that her mother had given him. And Tywin knew that he would have to make sure that the brother and sister were not allowed to be alone.

(Y/n) stared at the door. She hadn't needed to be introduced to the beautiful man that had just left the room. She knew him from Tyrion's description. Yet, no matter what the little lion had told her, it most certainly hadn't done his older brother justice. Jaime Lannister was more wonderful than she could ever have thought. His eyes brighter, his smile more perfect. His presence..........quite taking her breath away. She hadn't been able to stop herself from staring. To stop the warm blush from kissing her cheeks. She wished that the old lion had let him stay longer. Allowed her to look upon his exquisite countenance for just a few moments more. But as he had been pushed out of the door, (Y/n) determined that when the great lord allowed her to go back to Tyrion and Bronn, she would have to ask the little man more about the golden haired vision that had just entered her life.

"Now, my dear child. I believe that we should find you somewhere more suitable than my son's rooms. It would not do to have you be seen to come from Tyrion's chambers. And a position. Perhaps I can find you a role with me." Tywin finally said. Regaining (Y/n)'s attention, as she turned her eyes from the door that Jaime had just left through.

"You are far too kind to me, my lord. But I really would like to stay near Tyrion and Bronn, if you would allow it. I owe them so much. I owe your son my life and honour, and I do not wish to be parted from him." (Y/n) replied. The young woman gladly taking the old lion's arm, as the two made their way out of his rooms.

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Jaime slumped against the wall next to the door. His mind filled with a thousand questions and thoughts. Who was the exquisite creature in his father's chambers? Why had his father been holding her hands? Why had Tywin been so less gruff than he normally would be under similar circumstances? How could he find out more about the flower that was blooming in the Tower of the Hand? And then it hit him. Tyrion! His brother. If anyone knew about the beautiful woman that currently sat with his father, it would be his brother. And now seemed like the perfect moment to go and ask.

Pushing himself from the wall, Jaime made his way down from the tower at speed. The Kingsguard knew that he was running, yet every step, every footfall felt laboured, as if he were trying to drag his body through quicksand. The liquified earth pulling him further down to his doom, with every movement. Jaime was sure that the violent pounding of his heart could be heard by all the residence of the castle that he passed. Their confusion as to why the Kingslayer would be running through the Keep, evident on their faces. But why should he care? And even if his time was taken up with the thoughts of others, at this present moment, nothing mattered but his father's mysterious guest.

"Tyrion!" Jaime exclaimed, as he forced his way through the doors to his brother's rooms. The little lion spitting out his wine, as the sudden bang of the doors and call of his name startled the youngest male Lannister. Bronn seeming to brush off the sudden intrusion as if nothing had happened. Yet the two lions failed to notice the sellsword's hand move slowly away from his sword, and back to his side.

"Jaime. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Tyrion coughed, as wiped the wine from his shirt.

"Woman........the tower........father.........who?" Jaime gasped in reply. The Kingsguard dropping into the chair next to his brother.

Tyrion and Bronn couldn't help but look at one another. They both knew that the golden lion could only be referring to one person. That the look in his eyes could mean that he had only seen one thing. Bronn simply shrugging as he left it to Tyrion to think of what to tell his brother.

"Ah. Well. That was..........that was (Y/n). She.........she is a friend of mine. She is new to Kings Landing. She.........."

"She is a friend of yours? What kind of friend? Is she.......is she.......?"

"No, no, no. Nothing of that sort. We er........(Y/n) and I have known one another for some time. She is the daughter of a friend of fathers from the Reach. (Y/n) journeyed here to tell our father that his old friend had passed away. I am sure that the two were just talking about old times." Tyrion lied. Hoping that that explanation sounded as good as any other to his brother. Bronn rolling his eyes as he took another drink from his glass.

(Y/n). Even the name sounded like music to his ears. If Jaime had been thinking straight, he would have had so many more questions to ask his brother. Questions as to why he had never seen this (Y/n) before. Why only Tyrion knew her. Who was this friend of their fathers from the Reach? Yet he wasn't thinking straight. That was the last thing that he was doing. The Kingsguard rising effortlessly to his feet, as he almost drifted out of his brother's room. The golden lion determining to make his way back to the Tower, in hopes that this time, his father might introduce the pair.

"Why didn't ya just tell him tha truth?" Bronn sniffed, as he poured himself another glass of wine.

"And what would you suggest that I had said, Bronn? Oh yes, Jaime. That was (Y/n). Our father's bastard daughter, that Bronn and I met in one of Baelish's brothels. She had been told to give herself to me, but instead, I bought her, and brought her here. It would now appear that father knows who she is and was trying to find out more about her." Tyrion mocked, pushing his glass forward so that Bronn could refill it.

"Well, it'll all have ta come out in tha end..............."

"Yes, you're right. But it is not for me to tell Jaime and Cersei that our father is just as weak as the rest of us, when it comes to a pretty smile and a heaving bosom. As much as my father and I don't see eye to eye, (Y/n) is his daughter. And it is up to him to tell the twins of her existence. For now, we just have to make sure that Jaime doesn't get to close to her." Tyrion added. The little lion troubled by the look he had seen in his brother's eyes.