All hail the Imp king

Chapter 1

A snowflake fell from the sky, dancing through the air until it touched the window. Inside the old palace is a four-year-old boy pouring steaming hot water into a wooden bowl. The child had blonde hair and sapphire-blue eyes. "Jaimie .." His twin sister, Cersei, called for him, catching his attention. "Hurry up, mother, she has been acting strange lately," she warned him. The twins rushed over to the other side of the castle on a red velvet carpet. "Ah ! Ahhh ! Ah !" A queen lay pregnant on her bed, sickly ill, her skin covered in horrific scales as she rotted from the inside out. Blood gushed from the walls of her opening, spilling goo on the bed. "My queen." Tywin kissed her forehead. "Stay strong; you have done this twice before." "Everything hurts, darling," Joanna whispered. The bump on her stomach kept kicking and kicking, and a tiny little hand reached out of the opening of the vagina. "Keep pushing!"" Tywin assured her. "AHH " Joanna cried out loud, an ocean of red spilling onto the cold water. The small hand did not budge at all, no matter how hard she pushed. "Tywin, I love you..." Joanna put her hand on his cheek. "I know. Keep going! Don't give up," Tywin begged. Jaimie and Cersei looked through the hole in the door. Joanna gave in one more push, the water breaking from such a force. The pressure was so strong that it tore through part of her uterus, splattering more blood everywhere. The smell of piss, blood, and afterburner filled the room while a baby lied motionless, covered in grotesque body fluids.

Tywin quickly picked up his newborn, using his two fingers to press against the baby's chest. "One two three...one two three..one two three," he whispered. Within a few seconds, the baby shot up, screaming at the top of his lungs. "That's it, my son! Let the world know that you are a Lannisterr!" Tywin shouted. The baby opened his heterochromic eyes, one black and the other green. He had a large head and small limbs that didn't fit right with the rest of his body. His belly button was still attached to the ling umbilical cord, and the newborn gave off a strange aura that even Tywin could feel. He wasn't like his other children. For some reason, he was just different. "Can I hold him?" Joanna said weakly, and Tywin gave his son to her without a second thought. "What would you like to name him?"" he asked. Joanna took a moment to think of a name. "Tywin, Jr.? No," she thought again, feeling the energy drain from her. "How about Tyron?"" Jo mentioned. "Anything you wish for my sweet heart," Tywin smiled. "I'll be right back.". Joanna laid baby Tyrion on her chest, relaxing on the stained tub and closing her eyes.

She never woke up again.

10 years later, Tywin poured powder into a bowl, then mixed the concoction up into a wet, mucky goo.. He used the goo to dye Tyrion's hair brown. "I really hate this father; I want to go back to my original blonde," he complained. "Yeah, but it makes you look more Lannister, just like your siblings," Tywin pointed out. "My siblings hate me because I'm a dwarf," Tyrion sighed. "That's ridiculous," Tywin said, shaking his head. "We just never see eye to eye. It's just depressing trying to win their love for the past 10 years, and they blame me for everything, including my mother's death," Tyrion admitted. "They are just mourning what happened to them, but I'm sure they will eventually come around with you.". "I hope so." Tyrion felt his own hair being brushed. Once Tywin was done, he let Tyrion go on his merry way. The 10-year-old opened his favorite book, "Lord of the Dragons''. The book had a red leather cover with golden text over a silver fire-breathing dragon. "Hey Imp!"" Cersei waved at him. Tyrion never liked the horrible nickname "Imp." . He found it demeaning and cruel, along with other rude "nicknames." . Out of all the times he has been alive, neither twin has ever called him by his name. "What is Cersei?" he asked, turning to another page. A picture of an ice dragon breathing out cold air. "What is that?"" Cersei stared at the photo with curiosity. "That is an ice dragon, one of my favorites," Tyrion answered. "Why is that?" Cersi asked. "I once read a story of a girl befriending an ice dragon, and I have loved them ever since I read the book.". "Ah..very nice..." Cersei nodded. "Would you like to join me and Jaime? We are playing capture the flagg.". "Wait, are you actually inviting me to play with you?" Tyrion closed the book, his voice levitating upward. "Of course, Tyrion, you are our brother, right, and a prince," Cersei smiled, hugging the dwarf. "Okay," a tear shed from his face as he embraced the hug.