Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

The Seeker - Part 4 - Tyrion x Reader

This part is all Tyrion. But fear not, in the next chapter I will be brining back in the other lovely lions. Hope you enjoy.

Tyrion made his way down the corridor, with the Seeker and her creature in tow. The inhabitants of the great castle scattering like startled rats, as the toothy beast growled at them. He wanted to ask the Seeker so much. To ask her if all the legends, all that he had read was true. But how was he to broach the subject without somehow offending the beautiful Witch Slayer. Admittedly he never normally worried about offending people, but the little man knew that the Seeker was not like other people. And if he said something that she didn't like, he could find himself on the wrong end of one of her swords. Either that, or a chew toy for her enormous hound.

"You are an educated man, are you not, Lord Tyrion? A man of books and words. A man of knowledge...........?" The Seeker suddenly asked, as she came up to his side. Tyrion looking up at her, as they continued towards one of the rooms in the Keep.

"I.........I would like to think so, my lady, yes. And it is just Tyrion, please. Why do you ask..........?"

"Well........from what you told me in you father's rooms, it was obvious that you had read something of the legends of the Seekers. I was just wondering how much you had read. How much you knew about me?" (Y/n) replied. Her footfalls halting as the little man came to a sudden stop.

"I read nothing about.................."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a terrible liar, Tyrion? If you have read anything of the history of the Seekers, you will have learnt of the name, The Witch Slayer. And if you know of the Witch Slayer, you will know of my name and that of Maescia. You will know that your witch is my sister. My twin." The Seeker retorted. The Witch Slayer and little lion just standing there for a moment, before Tyrion nodded.

"Then why did you not tell your father, your brother about your discovery? I can imagine that it must be a concern to you. The Seeker that you have called to kill the curse that is stalking these lands, just happens to be the sister of the curse. Just happens to have shared the same womb as the witch that has brought so much death and destruction to the crownlands.............."

"Because we cannot choose our family.............." Tyrion interrupted. The youngest Lannister gesturing for the Seeker to join him on a stone bench that set into the stones of the Keep.

"If we could, do you think I would have chosen my father, my sister. I doubt that they would have chosen me. That, and you are not responsible for the path that your twin chose. You cannot be blamed for the sins of your sibling. You're right, I did read about the Witch Slayer. I did read about you and your sister. And I also read about the good that you have done for the people of the Seven Kingdoms. About how you hunted down and killed every witch. Wiping their scourge from the lands. I read about the oath you took to not rest until even your sister was dead for what she had done. For what she had done to Rass......"

"Rass...........It has been a very long time since I heard anyone else utter that name.................."

"He was the swordsmith that fashioned your blades, was he not? Your betrothed.........."

"Yes, to both. He could work magic with the metal. As if it were a living, breathing creature when in his hands. He was little more than a young man when Maescia and I were taken to be trained. An apprentice to the old man that created the blades for the Seekers. And as I and Maescia grew, as Rass grew, he and I fell more and more in love. The two of us promising to wed once we could. Once my training had finished, and he had become a master swordsmith. Despite the fact that Seekers were not allowed to marry. When my sister began to be lured to the darkness, she tried to persuade me to join her. She told me that the way of the Seeker was not one that we should follow. That our abilities meant we were supposed to do something more. To be something greater. But as much as I loved her, I could not join her. I could not betray everything that I believed in. That, and I could not, would not leave Rass. Of course, my sister did not take kindly to my refusal. She did not take kindly to the idea that I could love Rass more than I cared for her. And before she left, she swore that she would make me regret my decision. That she would have her revenge. And..........she did........Sometime after she had fled, I finished my training. My swords, the first that Rass created as a master, were presented to me. His promise, that soon our marriage would follow. But before we could run away together, Maescia returned. The witch that she had become, killing a number of Seekers and Rass. Leaving me alone. Without my sister. Without the man I loved. From that moment, I swore to destroy every witch that roamed these lands. Every hag, harridan and crone, until the only one left was Maescia. And once she was, she and I would end this. I have been waiting a long time for my sister to show her face. To spread her evil over this land once more. And now she has, I swear as a Seeker. I swear on the man that I loved that she will not leave here alive." (Y/n) explained. A small, sad smile creeping across her lips, as the little man placed his hand on hers.

"I believe you, (Y/n). And I swear that your secret is safe with me." Tyrion assured. A smile coming to his lips, as Kalos dropped his head onto his mistress' lap. The beast appearing to want to reassure her too.

"Well, now that we have covered my sad history, I have also been informed that you know where to find the best wine around here. So, why don't you and I go find a few bottles, get to this room, and we can discuss other, more pleasant things. Because I don't know about you, but after all that, I could do with another drink." (Y/n) chuckled, as she rubbed the top of Kalos' head before getting to her feet. Tyrion quickly joining her and gesturing for her to follow him. The little man more than happy with the idea of discussing pleasanter subjects with the beautiful Seeker.