Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

The eighth kingdom - Part 2 - Tywin x Reader

For three days and three nights the lands had been battered by storms the like of which no one had ever seen before. The winds had swept away any but the sturdiest of buildings. The rain had fallen so hard, that it had made the heads of anyone foolish enough to step out into the maelstrom, bleed. The grumble of thunder so loud, that it had been almost deafening. The lightning so bright, that it had made the usual darkness of the night, appear as though it were the day. And no one in their right mind had dared to leave their homes. All believing that the gods were punishing them for their wickedness. Yet now, as the new day dawned, the land once again seemed to have become quiet. The people finally daring to venture from their homes, to see what devastation the madness had caused.

For those three days and nights, Kings Landing had found itself battered as badly as any other. The inhabitants of the even the great Red Keep forced to huddle together, as the ancient castle had shaken and rocked by the elements that were bombarding it. But now, just like all others around the land, the great and good of the capital were daring to venture out from inside. Tywin in particular desperate to get word of the state of Casterly Rock. The old lion hoping that his ancestral home had fared as well against the storms, as the Red Keep appeared to have done. Its more precarious position, looking out into the Sunset Sea, making it more susceptible to the elements than the capital. Yet, as the barricades were removed from in front of the windows. The bright sunlight being allowed to rush back into the ancient building. The sight of a strange bird, that was sat preening itself on the battlements next to the Tower of the Hand. Its bright plumage vibrant against the dark setting of the capital, caught the old lion's attention.

At first, he thought that the winged creature may have been blown off course thanks to the storms. That its usual home must be in Dorne, the Summer Islands, or perhaps somewhere in Essos. But no, this was not like the usual songbirds that he knew of. The feathers even brighter than the ones that the Islanders would weave into their cloaks. So, where it could come from, Tywin had no idea. But that didn't mean that he didn't want to find out. This new, and unusual creature in Kings Landing, taking his mind off the fate of Casterly Rock.

Slowly, Tywin rose from his chair, and made his way over to the window. The lion not wanting to frighten the creature away. Hoping that if somehow, he could attract it into his rooms, he would be able to discover its origins. Or if nothing else, whom the bird might belong to. The Lannister patriarch annoyed at the idea that someone may have something like this unusual creature, when he didn't.

Making sure that all the servants had left the room, Tywin let out a small whistle. Hoping that the call may attract the bird. The lion growling under his breath, as the creature didn't seem to even notice. His second whistle louder and sounding slightly gruffer. The bird this time looking up to where the call had come from. The feathered bundle momentarily staring at the lord, before turning its back on him. The bird not seeming to like the old man's attitude.

For a moment, Tywin thought about getting one of the archers to shoot at the creature. The Lannister not even liking it when a bird treated him with such disrespect. Yet there was something that stopped him. Perhaps it was because he hoped to claim the bird for himself. To be able to show others that once again, no one could rival the Lannisters. But whatever it was, Tywin decided that despite his usual nature, he should try the velvet glove approach, rather than the iron fist.

Taking a breath, Tywin let out as sweet a whistle as he could muster. The birds head tuning to look at the source of the noise, yet still not moving.

"Come here, you foolish creature." Tywin grumbled. The bird once again seeming to not like the tone of the man, as it chose to again turn, and fly over to a perch further away.

Tywin took another deep breath, doing his best to calm his growing temper. Annoyed that the winged nuisance was refusing to listen to him. The old lion not liking the idea of being outwitted by a bird.

"Fine!" Tywin called out. Making sure that no one was earshot.

"Please." The lion added. Not being able to believe that he was talking to the gayly coloured visitor, in such a fashion. Or talking to it at all, if truth be told.

Yet as the word left his lips, the creature turned fully. Let out a screech, before flying over to land on the sill of his window. Tywin almost falling backwards, as the bird seemed to bow and then spoke.

"My lord." Came the words. The old lion staring in disbelief, as the bird just looked at him. Tywin not sure if the visitor was waiting for a reply.

"You.....you spoke?! Say something more.........."

"My lord." The bird repeated.

"Yes, yes. I know who I am. Where.......what....who do you belong to?"

"Queen (Y/n). Queen (Y/n), pearl of the pearl. Lady of the Southern Lands and underwater realm." The bird sang in reply. Chirping and whistling happily, as it hopped along the ledge.

"Queen (Y/n)? Pearl of the pearl? Southern Lands? What are you talking about?" Tywin questioned. The lion knowing that he had never heard of any of these things. And seeming to forget that he was asking these questions of a bird.

"Queen (Y/n)'s envoy. Queen (Y/n)'s regards." The bird added with more screeches and whistles, before suddenly flying into Tywin's rooms, and picking at the fruit that sat in a bowl on the table.

"An envoy? You are an envoy?" Tywin enquired, as he made his way over to the table.

"Queen (Y/n)'s regards. Queen (Y/n)'s regards." The bird said again, between beakfuls of fruit.

Tywin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew what he had to do. He knew who he would have to call on. And even though he didn't like the notion, he knew that if there was one person in Kings Landing that may have any idea what the insufferable winged creature was squawking about, it would be his youngest son.

"GUARD!" Tywin called out. A Lannister bannerman hurriedly making his way into the lord's room. Only to stop dead in his tracks, as the brightly coloured envoy, flapped its large wings.

"Mi.......milord..............?"

"I wish to see my son. Have Tyrion brought up." Tywin ordered, as he took a seat at the head of his table. The bannerman nodding and backing slowly out of the room. Not quite liking how the dark eyes of the creature seemed to be following his every move.

"Well........envoy. If this queen (Y/n) of yours is anything like you, a meeting could be interesting. And perhaps, slightly infuriating." Tywin groaned, as he watched the bird seem to nod in agreement, before taking another bite of fruit. The Lannister patriarch hoping that his son would be able to shed some light on the winged envoys strange story.