Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Cripples, bastards and broken things - Part 5 - Tyrion x Reader

(Y/n) had recovered quickly from the injury that she had incurred at the hands of the men, that Tyrion had discovered her being accosted by. The last few weeks having passed by quickly, as she learnt her way around the Keep. The silent beauty now seeming to know her way about the castle, better than even those that had lived there for years. The young woman proving herself as quite the most useful of servants; Tyrion more than happy with his decision to take her in his employ. (Y/n) have the most wonderful ability to put a smile on his face; and when he would ask her to join him on a quite evening, there was a strange calmness that came over him as they would converse in their unusual way. The little lord now quite used to having to read what she had written; to looking for the nods and shakes of her head.

"Ya still not fucked her yet.......?" Bronn asked, as he leant back in his chair. Tyrion nearly choking on his wine, at the question. His once white shirt now stained red by the liquid that had fallen from his cup and spilled down his chin.

"What......what makes you think...........?" The youngest lion using the back of his hand to wipe off his chin and grumbling as he looked down at himself.

"Don't try and say ya don't want ta. That's why ya were followin her in tha first place. And I seen how ya look at her. So......why have ya still not shown her ya little lion?" The sellsword continued, as he placed his feet up on the table. Spitting out the seeds of the few grapes that he had taken from the bunch, onto the floor.

Tyrion knew that there was no point in arguing; especially given that Bronn was right. He had been following her because he couldn't get her out of his mind; because she had to possibly be the most beautiful woman that he had ever lain his eyes on. The thought of her naked and in his bed with him, something that had filled his mind, since he had first seen her. But he didn't want to just take her, she wasn't a whore from Baelish's brothel; she was decent woman that had worked hard to keep herself as far from the Street of Silk, as she could. He wanted her to want him too. To want to share his bed, to want his body. Yet as kind as she was to him, he couldn't help but think that she would never see him as anything other than the man she served. For what decent woman had ever looked upon him with love. Tyrion sure that to even the whores he paid highly for, he was still little more than the imp. The biggest joke in the Seven Kingdoms.

"I.........." Tyrion began. A sudden knock on the door ringing out. The lion happy for the interruption; happy for an excuse to not have to answer Bronn's question.

"Come............." Bronn rolling his eyes, as he saw the smile that came to Tyrion's lips, when (Y/n) made her way into the room. A plate of food in one hand, and a jug of wine in the other.

"And where do you think you are going?" The youngest son of the old lion enquired as Bronn got to his feet. Nodding at (Y/n) as she made her way over to the table and placed the wine and food in front of Tyrion.

"Well, there is this comely rich widow I met tha other day, that is desperate fa me. And who am I ta deny tha poor lass." The sellsword explained, as he swallowed the last of his wine, before making his way to the door.

"And ya don't need me ta be another excuse, as ta why ya haven't done anything yet.........." Bronn added, looking over to where (Y/n) was now tidying some things around the room, before leaving the little man and his silent beauty, alone. Tyrion watching as she busied herself with his bed and some of his clothing; sure that while even doing those simple things, she could still take his breath away.

"(Y/n)......." The young woman turning to look at him. Her brows furrowing as she finally saw the state of his shirt. Quickly making her why over to where his clean shirts were kept, and bringing one with her, as she made her way over to the table.

"Thank you, but I would really like you to sit........." Tyrion replied, as he took the shirt from her hand and pushed the plate to his side, before gesturing to the chair in which Bronn had previously been sitting.

"What? No, no, nothing is wrong......." The little man continued, as he read the note that she had just written.

"I just wanted to speak with you, (Y/n). Actually, I have something for you." He explained as he got down from his chair and made his way over to the long table next to the door, upon which sat a large box. Tyrion taking it and carrying it over to her. A chuckle leaving his lips, as he saw the look of confusion on her face, when he placed the box on her lap.

"It is a gift. I believe you deserve it." Tyrion explained. Urging her to open it, as he retook his seat. His smile growing, as she looked at the new dress. Her fingers ghosting over the soft material.

When she had still been unable to walk, one of the questions that he had asked her, as they enjoyed another quiet evening together, was what she wanted most in the world. (Y/n) not even having to think, before she had scribbled on a piece of parchment, that she had always wanted a new dress. Her next note telling him that her clothes had all been hand-me-downs; dresses that had already been mended many times, before she had even got them. Tyrion at first a little taken aback by her reply; but then seeing that such a simple thing was what he should have expected her to tell him. And who was he to refuse such a beautiful woman, her dearest wish.

"I hope you like it. And before you try and tell me that you do not deserve it; I can assure you that you more than deserve it. But I have one request......." (Y/n) looking at him and nodding for him to continue.

"I would like to see you in it, now............."