Game of Thrones: Short stories.

Future - Part 2 - Tyrion x Reader

(Y/n) made her way through the corridors of he Keep. She had received word of small pockets of insurrection that would be needed to be dealt with. Groups that did not like the notion of her brother being the king; the she-wolf taking her concerns to her brother's Hand, before she spoke to the rest of the small council, or her brother. That, and it meant that she would be able to spend some time with the little man; Tyrion having become a little distant since she had spoken to her brother, before the last council meeting. (Y/n) wondering if she had done something wrong, if she had said something wrong. The oldest surviving child of Ned and Catelyn speculating that her continued disagreement with the Master of Coin, about the brothels being reopened, might be causing Tyrion as much displeasure as it was apparently causing Bronn. (Y/n) well aware of the diminutive lord's first marriage; of his dalliances and his relationship with her sister's handmaiden, while Tyrion and Sansa had been married, and what had befallen Shea because of her betrayal. A little part of her, a ridiculous part, wishing that she was a whore, so that Tyrion might think of her as something more than the sister of the king, as the Master of Whispers; as.........as a friend. But that was absurd; for she was what she was, a wolf of Winterfell, and she would not change that, even if it meant Tyrion's eye might fall on her. (Y/n) talking a deep breath, as she found herself stood before the door to the rooms of the Hand; doing her best to calm her nerves, before she knocked.

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Tyrion sat in his chair, as cup of wine hanging absentmindedly from his fingers as he stared into nothingness. He had work to be getting on with. If truth be told, he had a lot of work to be getting on with. Bran's rule was only just starting, and there was much to do; things that would take years to rebuild Improvements to places such as Flea Bottom, that would take some time to bring about. But at this moment, at this moment the only thing that he could think of was a certain lady. In truth, she had been the only thing that he had been able to think about for some time; from the moment that he had first met her, in fact. The older she-wolf nothing like Sansa; (Y/n), in his opinion, even more beautiful than her younger sister and just as brave as Jon and Robb. Tyrion even able to remember his brother making mention of being impressed by the she-wolf, when he had been being held by her brother. And given that, what would she see in him; a man that had spent his life surrounded by thieves and whores, getting drunk with both. So that was why he had been avoiding her; the little lord having no further desire to torture himself with thoughts of what might be, if he wasn't him. Of a future that could never be his.

"Come..........." Tyrion called out. A knock at his door chasing away the thoughts of the she-wolf. His heart beat quickening, as the said lady entered the room. The little lion doing his best to appear as nonchalant as he could; yet fearing he was failing, abysmally.

"My lady...........?"

"Lord Hand.........." (Y/n) countered; her words accompanied with a respectful bow.

"I have come to you with word that there are pockets of dissent against the king; pockets in Kings Landing, as well as in other parts of the Six Kingdoms....." She continued, nodding as Tyrion gestured to the seat across from him. The lady handing him a parchment with places and names on it; along with information on things that appear to be being planned.

"Impressive.........you could put Varys to shame with things like this........."

"I doubt my reach would ever be that of Lord Varys. That, and I have no desire to be described as the new spider. I do what I do to keep those I love, safe. To protect this new world, from all those that might try to take it back to what it was when the Lann............" (Y/n) stopping herself, as she realised what she was about to say.

"It is all right, my lady; you can say it........when the Lannister's ruled." Tyrion said, offering her a reassuring smile.

"The last thing I desire is to see the world as it was when my father was Hand; when Joffrey.......my sister sat on the throne. I am well aware that my family were very good at being tyrants............."

"I meant no disrespect, my Lord Hand. It is just........."

"There is no need to apologise. I know that my father, sister and nephew were happy to have murdered anyone that might stand in your way.........members of your own family, included..........."

"Though I confess that I will never lose any sleep over the deaths of certain members of your family, I still feel I must apologise. It is just that I.......well, I never think about you as a Lannister. You are just.........just my brother's Hand. And even though it was due to your brother's actions that Bran found himself as he is; that my father was hurt and Jory Cassell was killed, I must confess that when Jaime was our prisoner, I found that I liked him on the occasions that he was not being cocky and brash. He even spoke of you once or twice, and when he did, it was as if he had become a different man when he thought of you. And given that, I must confess that I found myself shedding a tear when I heard of his death. Though, perhaps it was more for you, than for him..........."

"For me...........?" Tyrion interrupted, the furrow in his brow deepening, as he sat a little further forward on his seat.

"Of course. We are not so dissimilar, you and I; we have both been through so much. I know what it is to lose family, my lord. What it is to feel like you are alone in the world. To have death hanging over your head. It was a miracle that I escaped what happened to my brother and mother, at the Twins; just like you were able to escape Kings Landing after Joffrey's death. A miracle that I managed to evade the likes of the Boltons long enough so I could find my way to the Wall, and Jon; just as it was that you found your way to the Free Cities and Daenerys. So, when I heard what your brother had done; how he had chosen to join your sister, and lost his life, I had to think how much more the gods could take from you, before they were satisfied. What it might take for them to leave you in peace, and let you be happy; and that was when I cried..........." The she-wolf continued. The room growing silent, as the two just looked at one another. Tyrion never able to remember a time when someone had cried for him; when someone seemed to understand him as well as the lady that was sat before him.

"Well..........." (Y/n) said, as she slowly got to her feet.

"I will leave you, my lord. It appears that you have much work to be getting on with........." She added, spying the pile of parchments on his desk. The she-wolf bowing, before making her way to the door.

"Wait.........!" The lady turning back to see the little man getting down from his chair.

"Have a drink with me............?"