Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

The banished woman - Part 6 - Tywin x Reader

For BelladonnaHeiress

"There is nothing for us to talk about. And is there no place sacred as far as you are concerned, Tywin?" Just because you class yourself as the real ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, it does not mean that you can come into my rooms whenever you like. It does not mean that you can invade my privacy whenever you feel like it.........or when you aren't getting your own way." (Y/n) scoffed, as she mirrored Tywin's stance. Her arms also crossing themselves over her chest, as she waited for his answer.

"Well.......nothing? No retort? No comeback? No witty comment? Good, now, if you don't mind, I would like you to leave. I have to get changed so that I can join your daughter." She continued, before turning on her heels and making her way into the smaller room where she kept her gowns; reaching for a deep emerald green dress, that her sons had gifted to her on her last name day. The hem of the skirt, the sleeves and the neckline, all stitched with an elegant pattern in golden thread, that made her feel like she herself were a queen.

She still couldn't believe that Tyrion hadn't thought that the notion of marriage between her and his father, was ridiculous. In her opinion, if it were any more so, it would be amusing. A joke told by a jester, to mock those that though they were better. But it had not been a joke when Tywin had asked her; (Y/n) sure that he had sounded most sincere. But sincerity didn't make up for all that he had done; for how he had lied, betrayed her, banished her and left her with two sons that could only look to their grandfather for a name, and some form of paternal care.

No, it was ridiculous, laughable. And as much as she would have given anything to marry him, years ago; no matter how much she would have gladly taken Jaime, Cersei, and Tyrion as her own children. Would have been just as much of a mother to them, as she knew Joanna would have been, too much time had passed. The walls around her heart, as far as men were concerned, had been built too think and far too tall to let anyone, especially Tywin, break them down.

"Are you still here........?" She questioned, as she made her way back into the main room, throwing her gown on the bed and turning to look at the old lion.

"What part of 'I would like you to leave' do you not understand? I have better things to do than stand here looking at you while you try and think of some more reasons why my children and I should stay here. And when you leave, would you tell my ladies that I need their help to dress............" (Y/n) continued, as she began to pull at the strings that held together her bodice. Waiting for the sound of the door opening and then closing behind her unwanted visitor. But when it didn't come, she turned once more to still see Tywin standing in her room.

"I could help you.............." Tywin finally said, as he took a few steps forward. (Y/n) rolling her eyes at the comment, before taking a seat on the corner of her bed.

"You...........you think you could help me dress? If I remember correctly, you were always far better at getting me out of my clothes, than into them. In fact, most of the time, you couldn't even be bothered to take them off fully. All you would do was take me into your rooms, your office, or wherever else you felt like and pushed up my skirts before sitting me on the nearest piece of furniture or pushing me up against some wall so you could have what you wanted. So, excuse me if I doubt that you could aid me. That, and I have no desire for you to see me without my clothing." The lady retorted. Now completely sure that Tywin was just saying things for the sake of it; and that when he had said that it was high time that they spoke, it was all another way to annoy her. To corner her, when she had been doing her best to avoid him as best she could.

"Well, I seem to recall that you never complained. That you were in fact a more than willing participant..........."

"I was young and naïve, Tywin. If the stable hands had smiled at me in the right way, I would probably have found myself getting fucked in the straw instead of over your desk." (Y/n) scoffed, as she got up from the bed and made her way over to the dressing table, taking a seat in front of the mirror and picking up her hairbrush; slowly drawing it through her long strands.

"And did you.............?"

"What............?"

"Did you fuck my stable hands, or anyone else in my household.......?" The question making her slam down her brush, before turning to glare at the man that had taken her spot on the bed. (Y/n) not able to believe the gall of the man. Not sure how after what he had done, he felt he had the right to ask her anything about what she did with her life; whether that was while she was with him, or after him. But she strangely felt the need to defend herself; it a matter of principle, a matter of pride.

"If it has anything to do with you, which by the way, it doesn't; I never even thought about another man while I was with you, never mind would allow them to touch me. I was never the kind of woman to just throw myself into a man's bed. To give myself to just anyone. You, Tywin Lannister, were my first, and my last. I never took a man to my bed, before you and have never been with one since." (Y/n) growled, as she stalked towards him. Her fists clenched into balls so tight, that her knuckles were turning white. Wanting nothing more than slap him, as he stood up and smiled at her.

"You were always beautiful when you were angry at me." Tywin said, before pulling her into his arms, and kissing her.