Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Starry, starry night - Part 3 - Tyrion x Reader

(Y/n) looked out of the window of the carriage. The great grey city of Kings Landing growing ever closer. She had no real idea why her father had sent her to the capital. For so many years, he had done his best to keep her away from her cousins. Yet now, now he was sending her right into the lion's den. Now he was allowing her to see him again. Not that she was sure that she wanted to, given what she now knew.

She would never say that her father was a cruel man. He was solid and serious for the most part yes, but never cruel. And even though he had sent her away after her refusal to marry any of the suitors that were paraded in front of her, he had still made sure that her home was comfortable and well appointed. Leaving her to never want for anything. Something that if she had been the daughter of Tywin, (Y/n) was sure would never have been allowed to happen. But that said, her father seemed to have taken a great delight in telling her about Tyrion's escapades. About his first lover, his wife, being a whore by the name of Tysha. About his many visits to the brothels of Kings Landing since his arrival in the capital.

(Y/n) knew why he had done it. She knew that her father wished to show her that Tyrion was as no good as everyone else believed. That he was not worth the love that she had felt for him all those years. That he was not worthy of her. And given all what she had heard, (Y/n) had reluctantly begun to feel that that was the case. That that night under that starry, starry sky, had meant nothing to the little man. And that if he would marry a whore, he was most certainly not worthy to be with a lioness. Or at least that was what she was trying to convince herself of. Yet her heart was not as fickle as Tyrion's. She had sworn to the gods that night, as her maestre had locked her in her room, that she would stay a maiden until she could be with the boy that she loved. Until she was the bride of Tyrion Lannister. And it would appear that the gods wished to keep her to her word. That they wished for her to die as a maid. The thought that Tyrion may already have another whore that he wished to marry, eating her up inside. Yet she had determined to make the best of it. She had rarely been allowed to leave her home. So, to be sent to Kings Landing. To be allowed to see so many new faces and things, would certainly make a nice change. To see Jaime, and even Cersei and her uncle, would be welcome. And even if Tyrion had never thought of her again since that night. Even if he had forgotten all about her, and that first kiss. Even if everything had been a lie, she had promised herself that she would treat him as she always had. She would treat him as what he was. Her cousin.

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Tywin made his way down from the Tower of the Hand. He had been informed that the carriage of his niece would soon be with them. That the child he had not seen in many a long year, would soon be before him once again. He had never been a man of sentiment. A man that let his heart rule his head, but he had always like (Y/n). There was something about her that reminded him of his beloved Joanna. Something about her that had made him wish that she was his daughter rather than Cersei. When he had heard from (Y/n)'s maestre about what she had seen go on between (Y/n) and Tyrion that night, he had found that he couldn't blame his son for wanting her. That a match between the pair would not be the worst thing in the world, especially not for Tyrion at any rate. Yet he could also understand why Kevan had not liked the notion. That the last thing that he would want for his precious daughter, would be for her to be wed to something like Tyrion. Both old lions well aware that (Y/n) could do so much better than the imp. Yet after all these years, Tywin had finally managed to persuade his brother to send her back to them. To allow the two cousins to see one another again.

Tywin had never liked his youngest son's choice in women since (Y/n) had left. He didn't like the name of Lannister, being associated with a whore that had been willing to service every one of his guards, while her husband watched, for the right amount of gold. The Lannister patriarch telling his brother, that if (Y/n) had chosen to never marry, then there should be no need to worry about bringing the two cousins back together. Though Tywin did in fact hope, that Tyrion and (Y/n) may still feel for one another, as they had done all those years ago. The old lion more than happy with the notion of a marriage between the two. Now all he had to hope for, was that Tyrion didn't ruin all of his plans, with his drinking and whoring.