Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Cripples, bastards and broken things - Part 4 - Tyrion x Reader

Everything in italics is the readers written word.

"I highly doubt that......." Tyrion said, as he looked down at what the silent beauty had written. The words, 'there is nothing to tell', looking back up at him. Tyrion jumping from the bed and making his way to the table so that he could pour himself a drink.

"I have only just met you, and I already think that you are one of the most interesting people I have ever come across." The little lord continued. A soft chuckle leaving his lips, as her brows furrowed. (Y/n) writing one word on the parchment before holding up for him to see.

"Why......?" Tyrion said, giving life to the word that she had written.

"Well, to say that you have just been attacked, and could possibly have been.........badly hurt, you seem to be taking it all in your stride. There are not many ladies that I have come across that could do that." The youngest Lannister continued, as he filled another glass and brough it to the bed. Offering it to his guest, before he rejoined her on the bed. The pair just looking at one another for a moment, before (Y/n) dipped the tip of the quill back in the ink and began to write.

"Why did you help me? Most people would have just walked the other way. Pretended that they had seen nothing."

Tyrion finding himself a little taken aback by the question. The lord wondering whether she didn't think that she was worth helping.

"I think that you will find that I am not like most people. I could not just leave you to the mercy of those men. Passing by was something I could not do. I would not have been able to live with myself, knowing that one as beautiful as you, had been hurt." Tyrion explained. A blush coming to the cheeks of the silent woman at the words of the little man; her brows furrowing again for a moment, before she began to write once more.

"I do not know where I am from, nor who my parents were. I was raised by an old woman that lived in the Kingswood. She was the one that taught me how to read and write. She said that because I could not speak, I had to have a way to communicate." Tyrion read. Though the little lord would have to admit that reading what she had written was proving difficult, when he could barely take his eyes from her.

"So, do you still live in the Kingswoods........?" (Y/n) nodded.

"And you deliver things around the city..........?" The question eliciting another nod from the rare beauty.

"Do you like doing that?" This question causing her to once more, put quill to parchment.

"I like the people I take things for; but not always those I have to take them too.........." The youngest son of Tywin furrowing his brows a little, as he read the reply.

"And who do you have to take things to, that you do not like?" The little man asked; placing his hand on her arm as she looked down nervously. Her teeth chewing on her bottom lip.

"It is alright, (Y/n); you can tell me. No one will be angry at you or hurt you. It is just you and I." Tyrion giving her a smile, before she started writing again.

"Lord Baelish." The youngest son of the Hand sure that he should have guessed what her answer might be, given what a rare and sweet flower she was. Sure, that the whoremonger would make quite an amount of money from a girl that could neither argue, nor protest.

"Has he ever touched you?" Tyrion quickly enquired, not liking the notion that the Master of Coin might have placed even a finger on someone so gentle. The lord breathing a sigh of relief, as (Y/n) finally shook her head.

"No. But he scares me. The way that he looks at me; the way that the girls talk about me........" She explained. Hoping that the man next to her, would not tell the other lord what she had written. Sure, that the whoremonger could make her life very difficult if he were to hear of this.

"Tell me..........." Tyrion began, as he moved a little closer to her. His smile getting a little broader, as she did not move away.

"If I could find you a position here in the Keep, working for me; would you be interested? You would be paid well, and you would no longer have to worry about being in danger like you were with those men, earlier." He continued. (Y/n) staring at him wide eyed. This really not the way that she thought her day would go. That she would go from doing her simple tasks, to being attacked and then saved by a lord and his sellsword; and it not just any lord, but the son of the Hand of the King. She still did not know why he seemed to care so much; why he might be so concerned for her wellbeing. But he had been nothing but nice to her, and at his word his man had saved her from those awful men. That, and the diminutive man, did make her feel oddly safe and happy. The silent woman putting quill to parchment one more time.

"I would like that..........."

"Excellent!" Tyrion exclaimed happily.

"But first we have to make sure that ankle of yours is alright." He added, before leaving her side and making his way to the door of his chambers, throwing open the ingress and looking around for Bronn. Not sure how delivering some bread, could take him quite so long.