Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Pride of the Lannisters - Part 4 - Tywin x Reader

"Ah, (Y/n) there you are." Tywin called out as he came up to his sister and son. The old lion glaring down at Tyrion, as he continued to hold onto his aunt arm.

"Tywin. Tyrion was just going to show me around the Keep. It is such a beautiful place, and I am sure that my nephew will make the most wonderful guide............."

"Nonsense. If anyone is going to show you around, it should be me. And I am sure that Tyrion has other things to do......like getting drunk. Or perhaps fucking his way through the entire Street of Silk." Tywin interrupted, as he took his sister arm from that of his son. Tyrion fighting back the embarrassed glow that he could feel rush to his cheeks.

It wasn't that he wasn't used to being spoken to like that by his father. Wasn't that he wasn't used to being belittled and berated in front of others by a father that he knew hated him. That wished he had walked into the sea to drown him at birth. That probably wished that every day would be his last. Yet to have him say those things in front of his aunt, seemed to be strangely embarrassing. From what he could tell, his aunt appeared to be a good woman. Someone that hadn't judged him for his slight stature. That hadn't insulted him, called him imp, or half man, as soon as she had laid eyes on him. And given that, he found that he wanted to make a good impression. That he didn't want to taint her opinion of him. That he wanted to prove that she was right when she had said that he had the same kind of gentleness behind his eyes that his mother had had. That his heart was as good as hers.

"Yes. I er.......I..........I should perhaps go. Aunt.........." Tyrion agreed. The little man nodding respectfully to (Y/n) before quickly disappearing.

"Tywin Lannister? What kind of monster have you become?" (Y/n) enquired angrily, as she tore her hand from her brothers, and turned her gaze from the fleeing Tyrion to the confused old man by her side.

"He may be your son, Tywin. But how dare you talk to that child in such a fashion. Can you not see how you made him feel? How you embarrassed him? I am well aware of your opinion of Tyrion. Kevan informed me about Joanna's death. About the way you treat Tyrion because of it. What you call him. But, as long as I am here in Kings Landing, I never want to hear you be cruel to Tyrion again. Whether you like it or not, he is the blood of your blood. My blood. Joanna's blood. He is a Lannister. A lion. And therefore, deserves to be treated with respect, even by his father. What do you think Joanna would say if she could hear you? How do you think that she would react if she could see the way that treat him? I think that she would be as angry as I am. As shocked and hurt. As disgusted. I know what you lost, what the family lost the day that Joanna was taken from us. But it is not Tyrion's fault. It was the will of the gods. If you want to curse at anyone. It surely should be them." (Y/n) said. Her words harsh, as she glared at him. Tywin taken aback by someone daring to speak to him in such a fashion. Telling him what he could and couldn't do. How he should treat his own children.

For a moment he was angered. Yet as he saw the concern and hurt behind his sister's eyes, he couldn't help but let a little part of himself think that she was right to chastise him. That she was right when she said that his beloved wife would be shocked and hurt by the way he treated their son. So, for as long as (Y/n) remained in Kings Landing, he would do his best to be more civil to his youngest son.

"You are right, (Y/n)." Tywin began, as he took his sisters hand, and brought it up to his lips.

"I will never speak to Tyrion in such a fashion again, in your presence. You have my word." Tywin agreed. (Y/n) rolling her eyes, as she knew that just meant that he would only fight his disdain while she was there. But the rest of the time, he would continue to be as vile as he had been. But knowing Tywin, (Y/n) knew better than to push for anything further. And that at least his promise was a start.

"Good. Now, why don't you show me the Keep, and the Tower of the Hand. And perhaps even the Iron Throne itself?" (Y/n) asked, as she took her brother's arm. The lioness knowing that even after all the years that they had spent apart, she could never stay mad at her much adored Tywin for long.

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"All that fuss. All that death for such a thing." (Y/n) said softy, as she ghosted her fingers over the Iron Throne. As she gingerly sat down and placed her arms on the rests.

Tywin had to admit that his sister looked as though she had been made just to sit in that exact spot. The Lannister red and gold of her elaborate tokar making her look every inch like a queen. Her still golden hair that fell down in glorious waves over her shoulders and around her neck, making her look every inch like the lioness that she truly was. The oldest Lannister finding himself imagining that he was sat by her side. That his sister would make a far better queen than his daughter ever could. A far better monarch than a Baratheon could ever hope to be.

"It suits you, (Y/n)." Tywin replied, as he climbed the stairs to the throne.

"It may do, but I have no desire for it. Ruling over people is no easy job. And I have always found that crowns come with far more weight than you may think. I am happy to be who I am and leave the ruling to men like Robert Baratheon. Yet tell me brother. If I were the queen of the Iron Throne, would you be my Hand? Would you serve me as you did Aerys? As you do Robert?" (Y/n) enquired. Smiling broadly, as her oldest brother feel to his knee in front of her.

"Better, (Y/n). I would serve you better. You have my word." Tywin told her. The old lion kissing the hem of her gown, as his eyes met hers. Both of them seemingly lost for a moment.

"I........." (Y/n) began, as she averted her gaze. Tywin jumping to his feet, as he felt his sister's form shake.

"(Y/n)?"

"It is nothing, Tywin. I am sorry. I have just realised how cold I am. In all this excitement I had quite forgotten that my dress was not suitable for the inclement weather of Kings Landing. Perhaps you could show me my rooms. Or at least to somewhere where there is a fire." (Y/n) chuckled. Taking her brothers hand so that he could help her to her feet. Her heart gladdening, as Tywin gallantly removed his heavy outer robe, and placed it around her shoulders. His arm never moving from her body, as he escorted her out of the throne room.

"There is a warm fire in my rooms in the Tower. I will take you there. And perhaps we can eat together. We can talk. There are too many years to catch up on, to leave it any longer before we get to know one another again." Tywin explained, as he escorted her to the Tower. Tywin smiling to himself, as he felt his sister snuggle into his side.