Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Future - Part 3 - Tyrion x Reader

Tyrion had been more than happy when (Y/n) had agreed to take him up on the offer of a drink. The she-wolf accepting the glass graciously, before the Hand had gestured to their usual two chairs that sat on either side of the large fireplace. Normally, the lion prided himself on knowing what to say in any moment; to be able to come up with something smart or witty to start or stop, any conversation. To charm those, he needed to. Yet at this moment, with the beautiful she-wolf sat across from him, he found he was lost, and oddly so. For even though this was not the first time that they had sat like this; the two, on many an evening sitting just like this, as they went over the affairs of the Six Kingdoms, this felt different, as that was the thing, they spoke of the affairs of the kingdom; of what needed to be dealt with next and how best to begin. This the first time that (Y/n) had ever really spoken of anything personal; of losing her family and what she had been through. Tyrion not knowing that the she-wolf had also been at the Red Wedding, before now. The diminutive lord only having heard of the rumours of the horrors of that night; tales that may have been greatly exaggerated as they passed from one person to another. And that, that was what led him to say something that he wished he could take back, as soon as the words left his lips. His curiosity getting the better of him.

"You were there.......at the Red Wedding.......Did, did you see what they did to your brother.......to Robb........" (Y/n) turning to look at him as he asked the question. The pain in her eyes, breaking his heart; making him want to slap himself for being so dense as to ask such a thing. Tyrion still able to tell that even though her mother and brother's deaths were some time ago now, the emotional wounds surrounding their murders, were obviously still raw.

"Do you mean did I see what those animals did to my brother's corpse? How they defiled him........."

"My lady, I am............" Tyrion spluttered, holding up his hands apologetically, as (Y/n) got to her feet.

"Yes, I was there at the wedding. To this day, I don't know how I escaped my mother and Robb's fate; some god or sheer luck was watching over me that night. The chaos of the fire outside the Twins, of the Stark bannermen being killed by the Frey forces aided my escape, as I discovered later, it did Arya's and Sandor's too. But I was there long enough to hear those bastard's mocking my brother, mocking the king of the north. To see his mutilated body tied to a horse and his head replaced by that of Grey Wind's..............At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to take a sword and kill every last man that stood against us; every last man that wore the Frey colours. To slaughter Roose Bolton and Walder Frey like they had slaughtered my brother and mother. To watch the life, leave their eyes. But something told me to run; to run and not stop. That if I really wanted to have my revenge, I had to live so that I could see the fall of Tywin, of Cersei, and that little cunt, Joffrey, too. And even though I felt like a coward; even though I wished at that moment to die too and join my mother, brother and father, I did what the voice in my mind said, and I ran............" (Y/n) explained. Tyrion getting down from his chair and making his way over to her. Slowly reaching out and taking her hand; for even though her back was to him, he could hear the tremble in her voice. He could see the movement of her shoulder. The Hand not having to be looking upon her face, to know that she was crying.

"Lady...........(Y/n) please. I am............"

"I saw evil that day, Tyrion. True evil. Even when I fought at Winterfell against the army of the Night King. Even when I was here and fought against your sister, against Daenerys' madness; nothing has ever come close to the events of that night. Not the piles of burning bodies, not the screams of the dying or the bereaved.......not anything. And that evil.......the pure wickedness of men, and the sight of my brother's body, will stay with me until my dying day........." (Y/n) continued, before she dropped to her knees. Tyrion quickly moving around her and taking her into his arms; doing his best to calm her, as she gripped tightly to his clothes. Her tears wetting his shirt, as she pulled herself closer to him; it feeling to the little lord that this was the first time that she had been able to speak of what had happened that fateful night, what she had witnessed. (Y/n) always having been so strong, so in control of her emotions; the rock that everyone could cling to. A part of him feeling privileged that the she-wolf would allow herself to open up and appear weak in front of him. The lion offering her words of comfort; telling her that he would not leave her. That she could cry until she could cry no more, as he softly combed his fingers through her hair.