Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

The bet - Part 6 - Tyrion x Reader

"(Y/n)........" Tyrion began, as he went to reach for her hand, only to have it pulled away. The lady quickly getting to her feet and wiping away the tears from her cheeks as she made her way over to the window.

"Tyrion.......how can I help you......?" She enquired, her back turned to the little lion. The youngest son of old Tywin finding his shoulders dropping, as she moved further from him, once more putting the distance between them that had only increased since Tysha. He knew that he could not tell her that he had heard everything that she had said to his brother, and he had no intention of mentioning anything that Bronn might have said to her, for fear that it would embarrass her; yet they needed to speak. He needed to stop this; needed to make things right and somehow get what should have always been his. His father's voice ringing in his ears, the words about how he was 'ill made', how he was full of 'envy, lust and low cunning', as real as they had been at the time; that if he had only been able to control himself instead of taking any harlot that threw herself at him, he could already have had a decent wife and have given him grandchildren that he may allow one day to inherit Casterly Rock, yet as it was, he, as always had spoiled everything, and no lady in her right mind would look at him now. Tyrion knowing full well that his father had been referring to (Y/n). Knowing that the old lion had always hoped, given her good name and fine breeding, that (Y/n) would one day agree to wed his youngest son; but, as he would always do, Tyrion had just disappointed him. Yet despite the sting of his father's words, despite the fact that Tyrion knew that his father would always doubt him and look down on him, he knew that (Y/n) was not the same; and if any one might forgive him, if anyone might be able to fix all the mistakes that he had made in his life, could make him truly happy, it would be the beautiful woman before him. But before any of that could happen, he had to say something more to her than just her name.

"I.........." Tyrion finally continued, as he took a step forward.

"I was hoping that you would like to join me for dinner this evening, in my rooms. I know that you said you had plans for now; but I would very much like it is you would join me later. It has been far too long since we spent time together, and I am sure that we have so much to discuss............"

"I am sure that you have far more interesting people to spend your time with, my lord............."

"No, (Y/n). No, I don't." Tyrion interrupted, as he moved to stand by her side. The lady never moving her gaze from the world that lay beyond the window of her room.

"No matter what you might think, there is no one else in this city, no one else in the Seven Kingdoms, in the whole of the world that I would rather spend my time with. Please, (Y/n), you are my friend, my only friend; the only other person apart from Jaime that ever cared about me, and I have missed you. Missed all the things that we once used to do, all the things that we used to talk about. So, please.............." Tyrion carefully taking her hand in his and squeezing it as he spoke.

A part of (Y/n) wanted to scoff. To call him out and say that if her friendship and company did actually mean so much to him, he would have come to her before now and suggested this. He would have chosen to spend his time with her, rather than whores and other unscrupulous types. But the other part, the bigger part had no desire to be so cruel; had no desire to be vile just because she was hurt. The other part, the bigger part wanted nothing more than to join him, to do what they used to do and be able to laugh at the foolishness of all the others that called the Red Keep and capital, home. Yet she did not want to open herself up to any more heartache than she had already been through; to let herself hope that something more might come of this. Though as much as her mind had had every intention of saying that no, unfortunately she could not join him, her heart appeared to have been in control of her lips...........

"I.........very well......As long as your sellsword will not be there, that is......."

"No, no, Bronn will not be there, I assure you...." Tyrion quickly replied. The little lord intending on keeping Bronn as far away from (Y/n) as he could. A smile making its way onto his lips, as she finally looked at him.

"Then I will see you for dinner. But for now, if you will excuse me.........."

"Of course, of course........." Tyrion bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing her knuckles.

"Until later........." He continued, before reluctantly letting her hand go and making his way to the door. The little lion knowing that there may be some way to go before he made up for what Bronn had said to her earlier, for what he had done and made her feel; but this was a start, and surely from here the only way could be up.