Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Terms - Part 2 - Tyrion x Reader

(Y/n) sat in the little room that had felt more like a prison cell since her father had been killed like some common criminal, thanks to Joffrey and Cersei. She had been in that same position for what felt like hours, as she contemplated what she had agreed to, earlier that day. As she thought about the kiss that Tywin had given her, before he had dismissed her from his rooms. In truth, she hadn't quite known what to do next, other than go and see Sansa to break the news; to try and explain to her younger sibling, why she had agreed to marry the old lion.

Sansa had of course been distressed, which had made none of it any easier; her sister clinging to her, her tears wetting the bodice of (Y/n)'s dress, as she sobbed. The older she-wolf telling her that she had done what she had to do to protect her; that Tywin had sworn that she, they were now under his protection and would not have to deal with either Joffrey or his mother, again. (Y/n) doing her best to assure the younger girl that whatever happened, sooner or later, Robb would win the war and come and save them both. That even if she had to wed the lion, had to bed him; had to suffer the indignity of giving herself to him, the marriage would always be nothing more than a farce. That she would never care for the man, and most certainly would not give him any more heir. Claiming that she would rather die than bring children into a world that would bear the name of Lannister. Yet she had kept from her sister that Tywin had threatened her with the black cells; that he was prepared to take Sansa, if she hadn't agreed to his terms; (Y/n) believing that that was far more than the poor child had needed to know. She remaining with her sister, until Sansa had cried herself to sleep.

So, now here she was, all alone wishing that Robert Baratheon had never brought his rotund posterior anywhere near the north. That he had left her family as it had been. (Y/n) knowing that none of the tragedies that had befallen her family would have happened, if her father had been able to say no to the stag's offer....or should that be order, to become his new Hand.

"Come..........." (Y/n) called out, as she heard a knock at her door. She getting to her feet, as she saw her guest.

"(Y/n)............."

"My lord..........." (Y/n) replied politely. Curtsying to the little man as he closed the door behind him.

"How many times have I told you, it is Tyrion. There is no need for such formalities with me. Especially not now that we are to be family..........."

"Oh........your.........your father told you............?" The she-wolf slumping back into her chair, as Tyrion came to join her.

"He told all of us. I must confess that I do not know which of us was more surprised. Or whether it was Jaime or I that was more jealous of our father's good fortune..........."

"I didn't want this..........." (Y/n) blurted out, as she turned to look at the man that now sat across from her.

"You must believe that.......I hate your family. I wish that they had never come to Winterfell. I despise your sister and that cunt of a nephew of yours, and I want nothing more than to see their heads on spikes; their eyes being pecked out by the ravens. I loathe your brother for killing Jory; a man that had not only been my guard, but a trusted friend for years. And your father........I detest him just for breathing, and I would see his head right alongside those of Joffrey and Cersei. Yet he has given me no other choice but to marry him; no choice but to give myself instead of allowing Sansa to suffer the humiliation of being forced to be his bride. He believes that he can beat my brother; that Robb will not win this war. That when the young wolf is dead, I will become the Lady of Winterfell and he can use me to control the north; to bring into line all those that stand with my brother................He promised to protect Sansa from Cersei and Joffrey if I agreed to his terms; to not let her be hurt by them any longer, and I would do anything for my sister......anything for my family. I cannot watch her be treated as if she were nothing, any longer; especially when I can do something about it............." She continued, letting out a heavy sigh, before turning her attention away for the diminutive lion. Tyrion slowly nodding, before also turning his gaze to the fire in front of them.

When he had informed (Y/n) that his father telling them that not only was he going to be marrying again, but that his bride to be was the oldest child of Ned Stark, had been a surprise, it wasn't a joke. Nor had he been joking about not knowing whether he or Jaime had been the most envious. (Y/n) was a beauty, a true wolf of Winterfell. She a prize that any man would be more than happy to claim. And he had to admit that as soon as he had seen her stood between Robb and Jon, when the royal entourage had arrived in the north, he had seen in his brother's eyes that Jaime was just as struck as he was by the she-wolf; Tyrion hoping that when his father spoke of a wedding, that it may be between he and (Y/n). Yet his father had left no doubt as to why it was he that would marry Ned's daughter, and not him.

"I cannot blame you for hating my family. I hate them too. My father wanted to kill me when I was born; to walk me into the Sunset Sea for being something I had no control over, for.........for killing my mother. Cersei despises me and would gladly see me dead. Joffrey........well, he is just a sadistic little shit, that was mollycoddled by his mother, and cares for no one and nothing but himself. And Jaime.........I can understand you not liking him. Yet I can assure you that under all that pride and swagger, he is far better than my father, sister and nephew. Though I am glad to know that I am not one of those that you hate. That my head may stay on my shoulders if your brother does win the war............"

"I did try to dislike you, I did. But with you being so good to Jon and Bran, I just couldn't. I think that despite the fact that you are a Lannister, the world would be a lesser place without you in it..........." The she-wolf explained. She smiling for the first time in a long time when they both looked at one another.

"You must watch out for Cersei. She is not happy with the notion of father marrying you. I must tell you that I do not doubt that even if you are now under his protection, she will still not try and kill you..........." Tyrion told her. The conversation taking on another serious tone, as he reached out for the young woman's hand and held it softly.

"Yes, I do not doubt it. In fact, I expected it. Your sister doesn't need any more of an excuse to hate my family, to hate me; yet your father has most certainly given her one, now. But Cersei overestimates her intelligence, and she is definitely not the master strategist that she believes herself to be. She is weak, short sighted, lacks the necessary leadership skills, as well as judgement it takes to win a war. I on the other hand learnt from men like my father; from Rodrik and Jory Cassel, how to fight, how to win. To plan not just one step ahead of you opponent, but many. To think of all the possible outcomes of any given scenario. And that is why she will not succeed........But..........."

"But...........?" Tyrion's grip and (Y/n)'s hand getting a little tighter, as he encouraged her to continue.

"If I am wrong..........if Trant.....the Mountain, or some other assassin is able to do your sister's bidding, and I die here; will you promise me something........?"

"Anything, (Y/n)............"

"You will get Sansa away from here. You will get her back to Winterfell, back to my mother. Make sure that no more harm comes to her......Please.........." Tyrion able to do nothing but nod as he saw the look in her eyes. The pleading in those beautiful orbs.

"You have my word............"