Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Terms - Part 5 - Bronn x Tyrion x Reader

"Well........can you get it for me........?"

"Why ask me; why not one of your maids.........?"

"I would go myself if I could, but I am not allowed out of this damn Keep; and you know the Street of Silk possibly better than anyone else in Kings Landing. If there is going to be any in this city, it will be there. I am sure those.......women, need it more than most other people. And I cannot ask a maid as I do not want any of this getting back to the old lion. I cannot trust anyone in this place............"

"Then why trust me with this...........?"

"I don't trust you, I am not that foolish; but I know that there is no loyalty between you and Tywin Lannister, and that you couldn't give a damn what I do. I am sure that you won't lose any sleep over me stopping the old man from getting what he wants. So, will you get it me, or not...........?"

"Depends.......what's in it for me..........?"

"I can pay you..........just.......just not yet........when my brother wins, I will make sure that he gives you what you want......that castle you are so desperate for. I will have him make you a lord..........."

"What's going on here.............?" Tyrion questioned, crossing his arms as he looked at the pair concealed in the shadows. His brows quirked as he saw the look on (Y/n)'s face.

"Nothing.....I was just..........."

"Ya new mother want's me ta go ta tha Street of Silk and get her some Moon Tea. Seems she's not interested in givin ya father any more little cunts like you and ya brother and sister. Not that I can blame her......." Bronn explained, shrugging as the she-wolf glared at him.

"(Y/n)......is.....is that true.........?"

"Bastard.........." (Y/n) growled at the grinning sellsword, before turning her attention to Tyrion.

"Yes, Tyrion. I may have had to marry your father to ensure Sansa's safety; but that does not mean that I am prepared to give him any children. I will never allow Tywin Lannister to hold sway over Winterfell, through a child of mine. I would not dishonour my father, my House in such a way. It is bad enough that he was beheaded as a traitor; but to have a child by your father......no. And that is why I need the Moon Tea........"

"I'll get you some.........." (Y/n)'s eyes widening at the reply.

"You......you will.........?"

"Yes. I cannot blame you for not wanting my father's child; especially given that you have met me, Jaime and Cersei. So, I will help you with whatever you need.........." Tyrion explained. Shaking his head at Bronn as the she-wolf dropped to her knees and pulled the little lord into her arms. The two men sharing a look as Tyrion placed his own arms around her.

Since the youngest lion had brough Bronn back to the Red Keep as his bodyguard, (Y/n) Stark had been the topic of many a night's discussion. Bronn often teasing Tyrion about what he was sure the diminutive noble would like to do to the oldest child of Eddard; it only getting worse after the sellsword had heard that the lord, during some intimate moments with a rather fetching whore, had called out (Y/n)'s name on multiple occasions. It obvious to anyone that Tyrion was far more interested in the beautiful Stark than he let on.

"Why don't you come to my rooms, and we will take care of this........." Tyrion finally managed to say, as he reluctantly pulled away so that he could look at her. (Y/n) smiling and nodding, before getting to her feet.

"No, not you..........." He continued, as Bronn made to follow.

"What.............?"

"You will go down into the capital and procure the lady (Y/n) what she needs; you will then bring it to my rooms........" Tyrion explained. Smiling at Bronn, before offering (Y/n) his arm and leading her to his chambers.

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"Thank you..........." (Y/n) said, as Tyrion handed her a cup of wine.

"I do so appreciate what you are doing for me. What you have done for my sister too. You didn't need to be so kind to us, to put yourself in danger with Joffrey, and speak up for us as you have. I can never repay you for your kindness, Tyrion; but please know that I truly value your friendship. And that no matter what happens from now on, I will never hold you in anything but the highest esteem........." (Y/n) added, as Tyrion took a seat across from her.

"There is no need for thanks, or repayment. It is the least I can do for my new mother........." Tyrion chuckled. Yet as he saw the lady's smile fall, he thought better of the teasing.

"I'm sorry (Y/n).....I shouldn't.........." The lord growing quiet as he thought whether he should ask the question that was in his head.

"Did.......did he hurt you......my father......did he..........?"

"No......no he didn't. He was quite good to me I suppose. Not the man I wanted to be my first; but it could have been worse.......I could have been married off to Joffrey. Though I think if that had been the case, I would have thrown myself from the Tower of the Hand to avoid such a thing. So, even though I hate him, I do have to say that your father is better than the king. It is just that I hoped......."

"Hoped.........?" Tyrion queried, as the she-wolf stopped speaking, losing herself in her thoughts for a moment.

"I had hoped that my husband.....my first, would be a man I respected, could be friends with...loved; but when my father agreed to be Robert's Hand, I should have known that I was never destined to find the happiness I had longed for. Never destined to know love. For such things seem to be reserved for others.....wouldn't you agree......" (Y/n) explained, as she looked at the lion. Her eyes widening slightly, as Tyrion reached out and touched her cheek. (Y/n) not realising that she had been crying until he wiped the tears from her skin. The she-wolf swallowing at the lump that had formed in her throat, as she leaned into the touch. Her heart threatening to burst as Tyrion began to move closer; his eyes looking between her glistening orbs and her lips. She sure that they were about to kiss, until a cough from the doorway, made them jump apart.