Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

The gentlest lion - Part 3 - Tyrion x Bronn x Reader

"So? What did ya say ta him?" Bronn enquired with a smile, as he opened the door to (Y/n)'s rooms and let her through.

"Oh, nothing really." (Y/n) replied with a soft shrug, as she entered the room. The sellsword not willing to accept such a feeble explanation. Bronn as aware as Tyrion and Jaime were, that (Y/n) was probably the only one in the Red Keep, perhaps even in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms, that wasn't scared of the old lion. Tyrion pushing past the much taller man before he closed the door so that he too could find out more about what his younger sister had said to their father.

"Come on, (Y/n). Tha first time ya get ta see ya father in years, and ya tell me that it was 'nothin really'?" Bronn replied. (Y/n) letting out a soft sigh, as she took a seat at the small elaborate table that had just enough room at it for her, Tyrion, Jaime and despite her brother's protests, Bronn too.

"Alright, if you must know, I told him not to ever dare insult either Jaime or Tyrion. That if it wasn't for them, he would probably have left me in a gutter somewhere, to rot and die. I also informed him, that unlike Cersei, I will not allow him to sell me off to increase the power and name of this family. That I will chose my own suitor and wed when I wish it. Not him or anyone else......."

"Oh, tell me you didn't, (Y/n). Please tell me that you didn't?" Tyrion interrupted. His head falling into his hands, even though deep down he was actually quite proud of his sister for standing up for him. That he himself wished that he could really tell his father what he thought of the old tyrant.

"A course she did. Now will ya stop interrupting." Bronn told the little lord. Momentarily scowling at Tyrion before he turned his attention back to (Y/n).

"Then what?" The sellsword continued giddily, as he took his usual seat at the table. Waiting to hear what else she had told her father. Bronn really wishing that he had been able to be a fly on the wall. Wishing that he had been able to see the look on old Tywin's face, as his beautiful child told him exactly what she thought of him.

"Well........I told him to leave Tyrion alone. To stop treating him as if he were nothing. That between he and Jaime, they are the only fathers I had known. And that I have more love and respect for them, than I could ever have for him. That he didn't scare me, and that he is actually just a mean, sour, miserable, nasty old men." (Y/n) continued, slightly triumphantly. Her smug smile mirroring that of Bronn's. The pair suddenly bursting into laughter, as they looked at one another. Tyrion joining the duo, and just staring at them in disbelief.

"(Y/n), it is nothing to laugh at. Father could............."

"Father could what, Tyrion? Could stop me from going to places in the Keep? Could stop me from going to anywhere he may be? Could stop me going to anything that ever happens here? Every celebration, every tourney? Could make me a prisoner? If you haven't noticed, brother, he and Cersei already do that. If it wasn't for you and Jaime, no one would even know that I exist. My name day has only ever been celebrated by you, Jaime, and one or two servants. Most of the time, I am a ghost. A figment of people's imaginations. A Lannister that is spoken of in hushed tones. People fearing what my own father and sister might do to them if they should even hear my name. So, what more could he do to me? The only things left to take from me is you and Jaime, and if he were ever to do that, well...........I don't know what I would do." (Y/n) retorted. Her hand settling on her brothers, as the two sat next to one another.

"There is nothing more that he can do to me, Tyrion. I have already been punished enough for looking like our mother. Punished for reminding he and Cersei of what we have all lost. I know that he and our sister would happily allow me to die if it meant that our mother could be returned to them. And in truth, a little part of me would happily surrender my life if it would mean that mother would return for you and Jaime, too. But she won't. She can't. And I am tired of being penalised for what I am, and how I look. And if he or Cersei try to send me away. Try to marry me off to some hideous creature, then I will run away. I will go somewhere that I am not hated. Though........anywhere without you two and Jaime, will never feel like home." (Y/n) added. A gentle smile pulling at the corner of her lips, as she looked at her brother. Tyrion reaching up a hand to wipe away the single tear that trickled down her cheek. The little man intertwining his fingers with hers. His grip tightening slightly.

Tyrion knew that he couldn't argue. That everything that (Y/n) said, was true. That there really was not much more that their father or Cersei could do to her. And that it would be unfair to chastise her for only speaking the truth. To reprimand her for speaking her mind. Tyrion guiltier than anyone for encouraging his sister to do just that. And he also knew that (Y/n) wasn't lying when she said that she would run away if their father or Cersei tried to wed her off. The little lion sure that Cersei being the vile, cruel and vindictive creature that she was, would find the worst man that she could, to marry (Y/n) off to. Tyrion finding himself wondering whether Walder Frey was currently between wives.

"Well.........." Bronn began. The voice of the sellsword shaking Tyrion from his thoughts. The little man not liking the wicked glint in Bronn's eye.

"If ya don't want ta be sold off ta someone ya don't know. If ya want ta stay here with ya brothers. Ya could always marry me." Bronn continued with a huge grin. Tyrion jumping down from his seat and standing protectively in front of his sister. Shielding her from any advance the sellsword might think about making. The thought of his beloved (Y/n) with anyone, including Bronn, not something that he wanted to think about. Knowing that a lioness, especially one as beautiful as (Y/n), could do so much better than a sellsword that had the morals and ethics of a cockroach, and would fuck anything that was willing to open its legs for him.

"That is very sweet of you, Bronn. And as much as I care about you, I am afraid that I will have to say no to that wonderful proposal. I would like a husband that only has eyes for me, not every pretty servant in the Keep, and every whore on the Street of Silk. That, and I would feel terrible about separating you from your little hareem, and the ladies from my brother's gold that he pays you. Also, I think if I were to say yes, my poor brother here would lose his mind, and Jaime would find another victim for the Oathkeeper. So, I think that perhaps you and I should just stay friends." (Y/n) chuckled in reply. Tyrion breathing a sigh of relief at his sister's words. A smile spreading across his lips, as Bronn huffed a little.

"Now, as I presume that Jaime is off to make sure that Cersei hasn't heard about what I have done. Doing his best to placate our dear sister. What say we get something to eat? Confronting father has given me quite an appetite." (Y/n) added cheerfully, rising to her feet and making her way to the door. Tyrion and Bronn looking at one another for a moment before following behind knowing that the lioness was going to be making her way to the kitchens. Tyrion just hoping that Cersei hadn't heard about (Y/n)'s meeting with their father. The little lord well aware that their sister would not be as pleasant about things, as Tywin appeared to have been.