Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Terms - Part 3 - Tywin x Reader

Married.......she was really married. It had been little more than a week since Tywin had presented her with his terms, and now here she was, the old lion's bride.

The ceremony had been small; only Sansa and Tyrion, whom (Y/n) had demanded was to escort her to her husband to be, had been there to support her. Jaime, Cersei and her offspring seemingly made to attend the wedding by their father and grandsire. Yet now, as they sat at the high table, the celebration to commemorate their nuptials was proving to be a far grander affair. (Y/n) wondering how long it would take before Robb and her mother learnt about all this; the she-wolf not wanting to think about what they would have to say, she just hoping that both of them would know that she had been coerced into the situation, and it was not a happy choice. That her feelings for the Lannister patriarch were, at best, disdain, and at worst, murderous hatred.

"Bedding ceremony............!" That was all she heard. (Y/n) turning her shocked attention to a smug looking Joffrey that was on his feet. Her grip on Sansa's hand getting tighter, as the two Stark girls looked at one another in horror, before (Y/n) turned her focus to her husband.

Surely Tywin wouldn't stand for that. Surely, he would not agree to a bedding ceremony. (Y/n) having no desire to be stripped by any of the men present, as she was carried to her marriage bed; and she was sure that Tywin would have no desire to be disrobed in such a way, either. This wedding was humiliating enough, without the extra indignity of such a practice. But perhaps he would enjoy seeing her degraded in that fashion; it another way to humble her name, her family before the eyes of all those present.......

"There will be no bedding ceremony........." Came a curt reply. Tywin not even bothering to look at his grandson as he spoke. (Y/n) finding herself breathing a sigh of relief at his words.

"But..............."

"There. Will. Be. No. Bedding. Ceremony..........." The old lion finally turning his attention to the king, as he made sure that this time the odious boy understood that he would not be getting his way. Joffrey dropping back into his chair, pulling his arm away as his mother placed her hand on it. (Y/n) gulping at the lump that had formed in her throat, as her husband got to his feet and offered her his hand. The she-wolf giving Sansa one last look, before letting go of her and rising to her own feet.

"I will ensure that one of my men escorts your sister back to her room and she is guarded for the rest of the night.........." Tywin told her quietly, as she slipped her palm into his. (Y/n) just nodding, before allowing him to lead her out of the festivities.

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She sat in front of the mirror as the maids finished getting her ready for her lord husband to join her. (Y/n) wondering if her mother had been this scared on her wedding night, though she doubted it. Her father had been the most wonderful of men, warm, loving, kind, gentle and caring; she sure that he would have been a very considerate husband that first night, and if (Y/n) had just been married to a man like her father, she doubted that she would feel the same kind of trepidation she felt at that moment. That she would in fact be looking forward to giving her maidenhood to her husband; but as it was.......she wasn't. Tywin was none of those things, the old man not caring a jot for his children; not seeming to really give a damn about anyone or anything other than the continued power and prestige of the Lannister name. Yet that said, he had stood by his word; she, and more importantly, Sansa, had not been harassed any further. Tywin, as he had done that night, ensuring that her sister was escorted by a Lannister bannerman, and guarded while she slept.

"Are you well, my lady........?" One of the maids suddenly asked. (Y/n) looking at herself and realising how deathly grey she seemed to be.

"Did your lady mother not tell you what to expect.....? Would you like me to......."

"No........Thank you....but no. I am well aware of what will happen; what is expected of me............" The she-wolf retorted, having no desire to be told about the duties of a woman, by a stranger. For despite the fact that she had never seen a man naked before......well, that wasn't quite true; once, when she was one and six, Theon had thought it a most amusing notion to suddenly appear naked in front of her. The fact that he had been........standing to attention at the time, so to say, had made the whole thing even more uncomfortable. His little "joke" not having gone down well with either her father, Robb or Jon. Her father's ward made to apologise to her the next morning; (Y/n) still knew what was supposed to go where. What losing her maidenhood, entailed.

"Out..........!" (Y/n) turning her gaze from her own reflection to see Tywin gesturing for the maids to leave. The woman all curtsying, before quickly leaving the new husband and wife. The old lion closing the door, his eyes never leaving (Y/n)'s form as she rose from her chair and curtsied politely. The nightdress that the maids had clothed her in, leaving just enough to the imagination to be proper. Yet proper was the last thing on Tywin's mind; the she-wolf was his, and when her brother was dead, she would be the way that he would control the north. But to truly make sure that no one would doubt his claim, he would have to make sure that Ned Stark's oldest daughter was soon carrying his child. An heir that was both wolf and lion, who would have a legitimate right to rule the north. Tywin taking a step closer to her and carefully taking her chin in the palm of his hand, before leaning down and placing his lips to hers.