Tyrion looked out into the dark, velvety expanse of night that lay beyond his window. The stars sparkling and twinkling like diamonds that had been strewn across the sky by the gods. He didn't know how many times he had done the same thing since that night at Casterly Rock. How many times he had wondered whether (Y/n) was looking up into the sky at the same time. The little lion wondering if she would remember Hagard, The great gobbler of flies and his wife, Enith. Or their sons, Stinky and Smelly. Tyrion finding himself smiling, as he remembered how his beloved cousin had included two more sons. Sure, that all of them must have been named after himself and Jaime.
Since that night so long ago, he hadn't seen (Y/n) again. Her maestre doing as she had promised. Sending word to their fathers about what she had seen transpire. (Y/n) kept in her rooms, until her father had sent for her. His last sight of her being, as her maestre had pulled her to her carriage. The tears flooding from her eyes, as she had tried to tear herself away.
"Ya doin it again." Bronn suddenly said, as he kicked off his boots and propped his feet up in front of the fire. He couldn't remember how many times he had seen Tyrion stand in the same place. How many times he had watched him stare out of the window into the darkness, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He had never really asked the little lord why he did such a thing. Why he seemed to be quite so obsessed by the brightest of nights. In truth, he had probably never asked because he didn't care. But that said, he had noticed that the little lord seemed to have been doing this more often than normal. That something seemed to have been haunting him. And for once, his curiosity was getting the better of the sellsword.
"Doing what again?" Tyrion enquired absentmindedly, as he continued to stare up into the night. The youngest Lannister hoping that the gods would hear his prayers, and him to see (Y/n) again. Even if it was only once.
Tyrion had heard that his uncle had tried to wed (Y/n) to another, once she had arrived home. That to prevent this she had run away. That she would remain lost until her father's men could find her and send her back to him. Only to have the lioness flee again, whenever her father spoke of marriage. Kevan growing weary of his disobedient daughter. Finally giving in and letting her have her wish to be allowed to live and die a maid. Yet other than that, despite how many times he had tried to ask his father about her, Tyrion had been unable to learn anything more of his beloved cousin.
"Ya staring outta tha window at nothing, again. It's not like ya do it during tha day when ya could actually see something, ya only do it at night, when tha stars are at their most plenty. What's gotten into ya?" Bronn replied, as he poured himself a drink. Looking over to the little man, who slowly turned and made his way over to the fire. Taking the drink that Bronn offered him, before he took his seat.
"(Y/n)." Tyrion sighed. As his eyes now turned to the fire. The flicker of the flame catching in the tears that pooled in his eyes.
"And what is a (Y/n)?" Bronn retorted, bending over to grab the jug of wine so that he could refill his already empty glass.
"(Y/n) isn't a what, she is a who. (Y/n) was........is my cousin. The daughter of my uncle Kevan. She was beautiful. Clever. Kind and sweet to me when no one else was. She was my only friend when I was a child. The only one that.......the only one that loved me. And I in return loved her." Tyrion explained sadly, as he took a large gulp of wine.
"She would come to Casterly Rock when we were nought but children. Spend entire summers with us. It was the only time that I was ever happy. The only time that I didn't feel alone. To begin with, we were friends, cousins. We would chase one another through the halls of Casterly Rock. Her laughter the only thing that could make me smile. But as we grew older. As she bloomed into a woman. I realised that I loved her for more than those reasons. That I loved her for everything she was. For everything that she made me............."
"So you and her................?"
"No! No. No. We never...........The last night that I saw her, we were laid together under a starry sky. The same kind of starry sky that always sends my mind to her. That night, she told me that she loved me as well. That she wanted me to kiss her. To love her. And.......and I did just that. I kissed her. I would have done more. Wanted to do more. But before we could be together, her maestre came across us. She dragged (Y/n) from me. Locked her in her rooms, as she sent word to my uncle. Keeping her there until Kevan called her home. And I haven't seen her since the day that she was forced into her carriage. The day that she was taken from me." Tyrion interrupted. The little lord feeling the need to defend his cousin's honour. To not have to sellsword question the virtue of such a wonderful girl.
"So, she's why ya look at tha night sky then?"
"Yes. We would always do it. Lay on the ground and make up stories about the stars. Lay there and just be together. And I have found myself thinking of her more and more recently. It will be her name day soon. It will be another year that has passed without me seeing her. Another year that I have been unable to tell her that I still love her. That I will always love her." Tyrion added, as he finished the wine in his glass, and held it out for Bronn to refill.
"Why have ya never just gone ta find her? She can't be that hard ta find. She's probably still with ya uncle..........."
"No. It is not that simple. After a while, Kevan sent her away when she refused to marry. After she ran from him, whenever he spoke of her being wed. I do not know where he sent her. I do not even think that my father knows. But I would give everything I have to see her just one more time. To see if she is still the same beautiful, sweet (Y/n) that I remember. Yet I fear that I will never get the chance." Tyrion explained. Another heavy sigh leaving his lips, as his sad gaze once again turned to the fire.
"Looks like ya got a visitor." Bronn said, as a knock came to the chamber door. Tyrion furrowing his brows, as he got down from his chair and made his way over to the ingress. The little lord not sure who would be calling on him at such a late hour.
"Brother?" Tyrion questioned, as he opened the door to find Jaime standing in the opening. A small smile pulling at the corners of the golden lion's lips, as he looked down at his brother.
"I thought that I should be the one to come and give you the news, as I know that father will probably not tell you until she has arrived......"
"She? Who? Who is coming?" Tyrion enquired. The little lord feeling slightly confused by his brother's cryptic words.
"(Y/n), Tyrion. (Y/n) is coming to Kings Landing."
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Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two
FanfictionThis is my second book of Game of Thrones imagines and one shots, and is a collection of some of my favourite characters, and hopefully yours. Most imagines will be fluffy, smutty, but mostly romantic. And some will even have my own special little...