Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Firefly - Part 3 - Tyrion x Reader

"So........Bellion tells me that you asked to see me." (Y/n) began, as she leant back in her chair and propped her feet up on the wooden box in front of her.

"But why a lord from the House of Lannister. Why a lion would be interested in the likes of me. I don't know. So, why don't you tell me." The firefly enquired. Tyrion finding himself too caught up in her voice. In her eyes, to think straight. He had always prided himself on being an intelligent man. Yet just this woman's presence had turned him into a fool.

"Because.........because............"

"Because........ I excited you?" (Y/n) interjected, as her feet dropped back to the floor. As she inched forward in the chair to get a better look at the little man.

It was true to say that he wasn't the most handsome man that she had ever met. Through her travels with the troupe, she had met many a pretty lord. Many a rugged commoner. Yet none had ever really caught her attention. For, to (Y/n)'s mind, pretty man could be fickle, flighty. They cared more for themselves than they ever could another. And looks eventually faded. Old age and the ravages of time taking their toll on all of us. No, if she was ever to be asked, it was a man's mind that she was drawn to. Intelligence that only grew with time. With experience. And from what she had heard, Tyrion Lannister was a man whose mind was better than most. And she could help but want to test him.

"Because I thrilled you? The woman that can walk though fire without being burnt. Can dance with the flames. Can have it kiss her skin and live to tell the tale?" (Y/n) pushed. Hoping to get more out of the little man than just one word. Hoping that he lived up to his reputation.

"All that and more............" Tyrion finally managed to answer. His brows furrowing, as the woman before him began to laugh.

"And what would that more be? Perhaps I could hazard a guess..........it is the way I look, is it not? Why is it that men only seem to be interested in what is on the outside of a woman, not the inside? I have met many a beauty, many a handsome fellow that has had the coldest of hearts. Who cares not for the feelings of others? Who is only interested in their own wellbeing? Yet it is these people that get the most attention. Not those that have a good nature and kind heart. Those that have a quick mind and gentle spirit." (Y/n) interrupted again, as she opened the box in front of her. Pulling out from within it, a heavy jacket and pair of black breeches. The little lion feeling slightly disappointed, as watched her pull the dark material over her legs.

Tyrion had to admit that the woman before him had a point, though. That of all the pretty whores that he had had dealings with over the years, none had truly been interested in him as a man. They had been interested in the gold in his purse. In his title and power, yes. But in him, he seriously doubted. Though he also had to admit that he hadn't spent enough time with any of them, for them to get to know what lay behind the gold and power. For them to learn what truly lay in his heart. Though after all the things that he had been through in his life, he himself wasn't sure he knew what lay in his heart anymore. His time too invested in drink and sex.

"So, you care nothing for beauty?" Tyrion asked. Continuing to watch as the firefly began to pack strange items into the box.

"I never said that. I appreciate beauty as much as the next person. The beauty of the world that I see on my travels. The beauty of newly born animals and laughing children. Of bumble bees, as they dance amongst the wildflowers. It is just that in people.........in men. I am more interested in the mind, than the way they look. And that is the only reason that you are here..........." (Y/n) countered, as she looked up from the box. A small smile pulling at her lips, as the Lannister furrowed his brows again.

"I have had many a lord ask to meet me after a performance. Many a high born man, that has gone to Bellion and said that they wished to see me. To speak with me. Yet you are the only one that I have ever agreed to meet. And that is only because I have heard of your reputation............" The firefly explained. Tyrion growing wide eyed. Hoping that she hadn't heard of his full reputation.

"My reputation...................?"

"As an intellect. As a man of books. Words. A man whose mind was open to possibilities. Open to learning. Yet given this interaction, it would appear that that reputation has been highly exaggerated. Now, if you will excuse me, I have things to do. We leave for pastures new in the morning. And your father is not the only rich lord that is willing to pay for our services. Robert not the only man that wishes to impress others." (Y/n) told Tyrion, as she got up from her seat and turned her back to him.

"You speak of intellect. Intelligence. Yet you insult that of others without truly having allowed them to speak. If you yourself claim to be intelligent, would it not pay to be quiet and listen? In my experience, one learns more by listening than speaking." Tyrion argued. The youngest Lannister feeling his blood boil slightly at her impertinence. His brows furrowing for the third time, as the firefly turned and looked at him. A broad smile spread across her lips.

"There it is. The passion I was waiting for. The fire that should burn in everyone's heart. And you are quite right. The foolish speak. And the truly wise, listen. So, Lord Tyrion. Now you have me interested. Now I wish to listen." (Y/n) chuckled, as she took her seat. Gesturing for the little man to join her. Tyrion finding himself smiling, as he took the chair across from her.