Game of Thrones: Short stories.

Future - Part 4 - Tyrion x Reader

(Y/n) sniffed back the tears as best she could. She hated the idea of appearing weak; it just wasn't her. But maybe she had been far too strong for far too long. Yet that was how she had been raised. As the oldest daughter, of Ned and Catelyn, it had been her role to be strong, and to watch over and protect her siblings; and that included Robb and Jon who were both just a little older than she was. The memory that she had not been able to protect her brother from Roose Bolton, making more tears come to her eyes. The image of every person that she had cared about and lost, filling her mind, as she clung desperately to Tyrion; the she-wolf fearing that if she were to loosen her grip on him for even a moment, he, just like all the others, would be taken from her, and she couldn't have that.

Tyrion held her close. Even though they had first met years ago; even though they had known one another for some time, and spent many a night talking in his rooms; this was the closest that he had ever been to the beautiful Stark, and despite the fact that he was consoling her for her loss, and all the things that she had been through, he could not pretend that he was not enjoying every moment of it. That being able to hold (Y/n), had not been something that he had wanted to do, for some time. Having her holding him; having her cling to him as if he were the only thing stopping her from completely breaking, was also making him feel as though he himself was not going to break. That someone could understand all the things that he had been through, and that he was not alone in the world.

"I......I am sorry......." (Y/n) said. Her voice barely above a whisper, as she finally pulled away from the diminutive lord.

"I shouldn't cry. And I would hate to think of what Robb would say if he could see me weeping into the arms of a Lannister........."

"He would say that you were human, and even the strongest of us occasionally need to bend so that we do not break....." Tyrion replied, as he hesitantly reached up, and brushed away the tears from her cheek.

"That sounds more like my father; but you are right. Father had my mother to stop him from breaking, Robb had Talisa, even if just for a short while; but still.........." (Y/n) replied, as she got to her feet, took a deep breath and raised her head.

"It is not right for the Master of Whispers to act in such a way. How can the king trust in me, if I cannot hold myself together when reminded of less happier times..........."

"The king is your brother, first and foremost, (Y/n). I do not believe that Bran would lose faith in you, just because you have shed a few tears. He knows that he can trust you, he has trusted you all his life; and I believe that is why he wanted you to stay here with him. I think that it would take a lot for him to no longer want you here, helping him.........." Tyrion told her, as he reached out and took her hand.

"You are right, of course; and that is why you are my brother's Hand. Do you ever speak anything but wise words, Lord Tyrion.........?"

"Oh, believe me, my lady; and no matter what you might think, wise words are the rarity, not the norm. Most of what comes out of my mouth is mere foolishness, wrapped up in fancy words in order to make it appear as if I know what I am doing, and talking about. In all truth, I believe that I have survived this long, and acquired this position, more by sheer luck, than anything else. If not for someone or something watching over me, I would have died many times over. Whether it be my father wanting to walk me into the Sunset Sea, after I was born; my sister because she despised every breath that I ever took. Your aunt at the Eyrie.......the list goes on.........."

"Perhaps the gods have plans for you that you still do not know about. Perhaps they have plans for both of us; and that is why we have both survived so much. Why we are both here, now." (Y/n) replied, her eyes leaving his face, as she felt the grip on her hand, tighten.

"Do you believe that..........?"

"My brother is the Three-Eyed Raven; I believe a lot of things, these days. And though I do not ask him about what he knows of my future, I am sure that whatever it is, I will find it here; and maybe you will find yours here, also......." The she-wolf continued, as she looked back to the little lord's face. The breath catching in her throat, as she saw the emotion that lay behind his eyes. (Y/n) finding herself leaning down. Her heart fit to burst, as her nose brushed against his, as her lips moved closer to his. And then..........a loud knock on the door sent her jumping back. Tyrion growling under his breath, before giving her an apologetic smile and calling out for his definitely unwanted visitor, to enter. The lion feeling his teeth grind, as Bronn appeared in the now open doorway; a broad smug smile spread across his face.

"Am I interrupting something.........?" The former sellsword enquired, as he noticed that the pair in front of him, were holding hands.

"Of course not. Lord Tyrion was just helping me to my feet, as I was about to leave......Well.........." (Y/n) explained, before reluctantly pulling her hand from Tyrion's.

"If you need to speak of anything regarding the information I have given you, you know where to find me, my lord Hand........" The she-wolf added, then bowed to Tyrion before making her way to the door. Bronn giving her a wink, as she passed. The new Lord Paramount of the Reach, watching with a smile, as her hips swayed while she walked down the long corridor, before disappearing from sight. Bronn letting out a sigh before turning to a less than happy looking Tyrion.

"And that wiggle, right there, is why ya aren't pushin ta have tha brothels reopened............."