Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Fear and love - Part 2 - Tyrion x Joffrey x Reader

A second part of this imagine. Now, as usual for me, this story has gotten much bigger in my head. And thanks to a request from Huffledor06, it will have a different kind of ending. So, I hope that you all enjoy. And this chapter has Tyrion in it too, but the next will be all Joffrey.

(Y/n) stared absentmindedly out of the window. Her thoughts firmly on her nephew. She had no idea what had happened to the sweet little boy that he had been. The little bundle of blonde hair and giggles that would throw himself into her arms whenever he saw her. Would cry, when his mother or one of the servants tried to take him from her. She had no idea what had happened to the boy that had loved nothing more than to watch her on the practice arena. Loved nothing more than listening to her old war stories. Smiling as she described how she got all her best scars. Yet (Y/n) did know one thing. And that was she had to place the blame on his mother. On his father. Robert had never really cared about any of his children. Never really had the desire to get to know them. And given that, Cersei had then spoiled Joffrey. Giving him anything and everything he wanted. Condoning his bad behaviour. Thus, turning her oldest son into an entitled monster. Yet what could she say? Cersei was queen. The lady of Casterly Rock. And even though (Y/n) knew that Cersei deserved none of her titles. Even though she knew her sister could be a vindictive and cruel fool, that believed she was more intelligent than everyone else. She was still Joffrey's mother, and it had been up to her, how she would raise her son. But seeing what she had seen since Joffrey had placed his backside on the Iron Throne, (Y/n) knew that things had to change. That she would have to watch over Joffrey and turn him into a king that she herself would be proud to serve. And she would do that, not just for the family. Not just for the people of the Seven Kingdoms. But for Joffrey himself.

"I heard that you had a run in with out dear nephew." A voice came, as it entered her rooms. The familiar tone making her chuckle.

"Yes. Just a little. I felt compelled to give the boy a few home truths." (Y/n) replied. Smiling as she turned to see her younger brother. Tyrion coming to join her at the window.

(Y/n), just like Jaime, had never blamed Tyrion for their mother's death. For (Y/n), it was just one of those things. People died everyday in a multitude of fashions. Many of them women in childbirth. So, she could not lay fault at the feet of her little brother. And given that, as well as the fact that Tyrion felt as though his sister was the only person that he could really have a proper conversation with, they had always gotten along.

"I wish I had been there. I can imagine that it was quite a scene. I mean, I should know, I have been on the sharp end of your tongue a number of times. Your dressings down are legendary. They still talk in hushed tones about the one you gave Bronn. I swear that I have never seen him look so shocked or quiet." Tyrion chuckled, as he climbed up onto the seat below the window and patted the spot next to him. (Y/n) happily joining him.

"It was nothing really.............."

"That's not what I heard. I heard that you told him that he wasn't fit to be king. That he was a coward. That you wouldn't let him watch over your horse, never mind the kingdom. That you called him a little fuck and threatened to give him the point of your sword." Tyrion interrupted. Sounding far to happy about the whole situation. Not that (Y/n) could blame her younger brother. She wouldn't treat a dog the way Joffrey treated Tyrion. So, she could understand his amusement at the little shit receiving one of her tongue lashings.

"Well, I might have said something along those lines. But it was something that he needed to hear. And goodness knows that no one else will tell him. Everyone else is too afraid of losing their heads, to tell him what he really needs to hear." (Y/n) said. Her smile growing broader, as her brother gripped her hand.