Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Not alone - Tyrion x Reader

(Y/n) stood next to Tyrion, as the bodies of his brother and sister were placed on the funeral pyre. The little man fighting back the tears that once more wanted to fall; not just for the brother that he had loved dearly, but for the fact that he was now alone in the world. His whole family gone.

"I am sorry, Tyrion. And I know that this makes nothing better, nor will it ease your pain; but at least Jaime died with the woman that he had always loved. Not all of us will be able to say that when our end comes. Most of us will leave this world as we entered it........alone. Some not lucky enough to have loved ones there, to comfort them as they pass." (Y/n) said, as she and the little lord watched the flames engulf the bodies. The city full of too many dead for any pomp and ceremony. Kings Landing nearly destroyed by the many strafe runs that Daenerys and Drogon had made over the city; proving that the Targaryen had not escaped the sickness that dogged many of her family. The madness that had plagued her own father. The smallfolk that had survived the fire of the dragon, not knowing where, or how to start rebuilding; and it was to the new king and his council, that they would look. But how could Tyrion do that, how could he help anyone when at that moment, he felt nothing but an emptiness that he believed nothing could fill.

"I never thought I would say this......but, in a way..........I envy Jaime and Cersei. They had each other, for right or wrong. I will never condone or legitimise what they did; how they hurt others in the name of their love. But that is what it was, warped and twisted as it may have been; it was love. And in the end, isn't love all that matters..........." (Y/n) continued. Tyrion looking up to see the tears rolling down her cheeks.

The little lord knew that he was not the only one that had lost everything. He, not the only one that had felt unloved by those who should have cared the most. (Y/n)'s mother, just like his own, had died. Her father, a vile being that had left the marks of his hatred for her, across her body. Yet for as long as he had known her, she had been strong. Tyrion coming to believe that nothing, not sword, arrow, axe or word could hurt her. And he had to say that he admired her; that she was possibly the bravest and most intelligent woman that he had ever met. Tyrion knowing that he was not the only one that held her in such high regard; Bran already having spoken to him about having (Y/n) stay in Kings Landing and become his Master of Whispers. So, this, this was the first time that he had ever seen a crack in her armour. The first time that he had ever seen the fearsome woman, cry. Tyrion slowly reaching out and taking her hand in his, before he turned his attention back to the fire. The flames getting higher, as they consumed the mortal remains of his siblings.

Just like him, and despite her incredible beauty, (Y/n) had never been lucky in love. She and Tyrion often joking about it; how he had to marry whores and she......well, the lion always telling her that there was simply no one man enough in Kings Landing, to handle her. Though he was sure that one day one would come along and sweep her off her feet. The little lord always angry at himself, that he had never had the nerve to tell her that he had always hoped that man would be him. That despite what she might think, there had always been someone that had loved her. That just like Jaime with Cersei, he would happily die by her side.

"Tell me that you are going to stay...........?" Tyrion said. His grip on her hand tightening slightly.

"I know Bran has asked you to be his Master of Whispers, and I can think of no one better to fill that role. That, and I will need help with Bronn. Can you imagine.....Bronn, Master of Coin. I am sure that the first thing that he will want to do is open the brothels........" He continued with the slightest of chuckles. Doing his best to lighten the sober mood that surrounded them.

"That is true. Its like putting a fox in charge of the hen house. The gods only know what the coffers of the kingdom will look like, after Bran's first year of rule. But as much as I would like to assist the Hand in reining in Bronn's spending, I do not think that I will take up the kings offer. Once I have recovered from the battle, I believe that I will leave Kings Landing. Perhaps even Westeros. I have nothing to really keep me here..........."

"You have me........." Tyrion quickly interjected, as he turned his gaze to her once more. (Y/n)'s eyes still not leaving the fire.

"I have lost so much, (Y/n); we both have. I don't want to lose you too. I know that I should have told you this a long time ago; long before Joffrey's death........I love you, (Y/n). I know I may not be what you are looking for in a man; but if you stay, I swear that I will do everything I can to make you happy. I will love you and be loyal only to you. You will never have to be alone again.......neither of us will." Tyrion told her, as she finally turned to look at him.

"Do.......do you really mean that, Tyrion........?"

"I do.......with all my heart........." The lion replied. His heart skipping, as a small smile come to her lips.

"Then I believe that we should leave the dead with the fire. You and I have a new king to serve, a city to rebuild, and a Master of Coin to keep control of." (Y/n) replied. Tyrion nodding, before they gave the pyre one last look, then made their way back towards what was left of the Keep. But this time, they were not alone.