Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

The great pretender - Part 1 - Petyr x Tywin x Reader

Petyr prided himself of being able to convince anyone of anything. Alright, maybe not Varys, but everyone else. He prided himself on being able to endear himself to others. Alright, maybe not Varys, but everyone else. He prided himself on being able to talk anyone into anything. Alright, maybe not Varys, but there was always an exception to any rule. Though unfortunately for the whoremonger, he had found that it wasn't just the Master of Whispers that wouldn't fall for his charms. For there was another person in Kings Landing that also didn't believe a single word that came out of his mouth. Didn't believe his ersatz smile, or his pretenses at not being the snake that he truly was. One person that he had no dirty little secret that he could hold over their head. And that was (Y/n) Lannister. The youngest daughter of Tywin. And what made this inability to smooth talk the younger lioness into what he wanted, all the more disconcerting for the Master of Coin, was the fact that (Y/n) was the only one of his children that the old lion liked. The only one that he had never thought had let him down. She was also the only Lannister child that all the other siblings loved. Even Cersei seemed to care for her sister. And this gave the beautiful lioness incredible power. She had the ear of two of the most important and powerful people in the Seven Kingdoms. The ear of the queen and the Hand of the King. And Petyr wanted that. Petyr wanted a player that could get him closer to the throne. That would allow him more power in the great game. And after much thought, he had come up with a way. The only way that he could see to hopefully get the lioness to work with him, rather than against him. And all he had to do was hope that Tywin would agree to what he was on his way to speak to him about.

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(Y/n) wasn't concerned when one of the Lannister guards had come to find her in the gardens. The man informing her that her father wished to see her. She and her father would often spend time together. And she did, most of the time, enjoy his company despite how he could be, and how he treated others. Especially Tyrion. And she wasn't concerned that the bannerman appeared nervous. Her father was well known to have that affect on others. But what had concerned her, was when the guard had mentioned Lord Baelish. For as far as (Y/n) was concerned, the mere mention of the whoremonger's name, meant trouble. But hopefully, given that Baelish was with her father, it was the Master of Coin that had found himself in trouble.

The lioness had always prided herself no being a good judge of character, and never trusted the man that she had dubbed 'The Great Pretender', much to the amusement of others, including Varys. She had always felt that no matter what he may say, the truth was in fact much different. That whatever he did, was for a reason. That if he helped, he never did it out of the goodness of his heart. Because Petyr Baelish didn't have a heart. And given that, his assistance always came with a price. And that price was usually information. Information that he could use against others. And (Y/n) had never liked that. She didn't appreciate underhanded tactics. She didn't like the idea of playing the game in the shadows. That was for the weak. The cowardly. And to the lioness at least, that was what Petyr Baelish was. A yellow-bellied cockroach that would scurry away as soon as light was shone on him. But now she hoped that he had been caught in her father's light. The old lion wanting her to be there to see him squash the disgusting insect.

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"Father?" (Y/n) asked, as she pushed her head around the door. The tone of his voice as he bid her enter, making her feel slightly nervous. The tone telling her, that her father wasn't happy about something.

"You wished to see me?" The lioness continued, as she made her way into the room, and closed the door behind her. Her brows furrowing, as she saw the murderous look on her father's face.

(Y/n) knew that she had done nothing wrong. Nothing that could displease him. She left all that to her siblings, who unfortunately, no matter what they did, all appeared to be very good at disappointing the old lion. With Cersei it was her failure to raise, in particular, Joffrey properly. Her impulsive nature and lack of forethought. And the fact that she wasn't as intelligent as she would like others to believe. Then there was Jaime. His pledge to the Kingsguard meant that he would not be able to become the next in line to the family seat. That his oath meant that the honour would fall to the worst thing of all. Tyrion. And Tyrion just seemed to disappoint Tywin by waking up every morning and spending the entire day breathing. Which was something that Tyrion seemed to take not only great delight in rubbing his father's nose in, but also Cersei's.

(Y/n) also knew that the softly smiling whoremonger had nothing that he could hold over her head. And unless Tyrion had opened his mouth while he was paying for the favors of one of Baelish's "ladies". No one would know anything to tell the snake. Though despite knowing that whatever this was, she would be able to protest. To plead her case. A smiling Baelish was something that you never wanted to see.

"(Y/n)." Her father began, gesturing for his child to take a seat.

"I have some good news for you." The old lion continued. His face telling her something completely different, as a servant came forward and poured Tywin another glass of wine.

"You are to be married.........."

"Married? Married? And to whom am I to be married, father?" (Y/n) enquired angrily. The lioness not liking where this conversation was going.

"Lord Baelish has asked for your hand. And I have given him my permission....."

"Baelish? That Baelish?" (Y/n) enquired in disbelief, as she rose quickly to her feet and pointed at the now widely grinning whoremonger.

"I will not marry that........that.......vermin. I would rather be betrothed to one of the flea bitten, shit covered rats that call the alleyways of the city, home. I would rather marry a mangy dog................."

"You will do as you are told, child." Tywin shouted, as he got to his own feet. His glass teetering and then falling over. The dark liquid spilling over the floor, as the lord banged his fist violently on the table.

"I have made up my mind, (Y/n). You are more than of an age to marry. And just like your sister, you will marry the man that I have chosen for you. I will not hear another word about it." Tywin ordered. The two lions glaring at one another across the large old table. Petyr sure that at one point he had heard them both growl.

"Yes, father! It would be my pleasure to be sold to a slimy, scum sucking, deceitful, underhanded.........."

"(Y/N)!!!"

"Please forgive me father. What I meant to say, was that I would be delighted to marry Lord Baelish. I can't think of another man that I would want to spend my life with." (Y/n) continued sarcastically, with a polite curtsy. The lioness making her way over to her betrothed and moving close so that she could apparently kiss him on the cheek.

"I don't know what secrets of my fathers you know. But I am going to make you regret doing this, Baelish. You should stick to your whores, because no matter what you think, I will never be your wife in the full sense. You and I will never, ever share a bed." (Y/n) hissed quietly, and disdainfully in Petyr's ear, before placing a soft kiss to his face.

"Well, if I may be excused, I would like to go and tell the others my absolutely splendid news. And of course, to prepare from the happy day. Father. Lord Baelish." (Y/n) told the two men, before she curtsied again and made for the door. Petyr finding that he had the strangest feeling, that this time, he might just have bitten off a little more than he could chew.