Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Terms - Part 6 - Tyrion x Reader

"I have been informed that you have been spending some time with the lady (Y/n)......." Tywin said, as always not even bothering to look up from the pile of parchments that sat atop his desk, while addressing his youngest son. Tyrion gripping a little tighter to the arms of the chair at the statement.

It was true that he and (Y/n) had been seen together more often since the day that she had tried to ask Bronn to acquire her Moon Tea; the day that he had almost kissed her. But he had done his best to ensure that their meetings had all appeared above board. That the wagging tongues in the Keep, would not have too much to talk about. And, in truth, he did fear that if they were in a more intimate setting again, his desire for the she-wolf may go beyond a mere kiss; unless Bronn were to walk in on them again, that is. Though even despite the fact he had tried to distance himself slightly from his father's wife, it had been impossible for him to keep away from her completely. Tyrion not sure where this meeting was going, but he knew better than to deny the interactions.

"Yes. The Lady (Y/n) is well aware of your busy schedule and does not wish to interrupt you when she feels a little lonely. So, on occasions, she has asked me to accompany her on walks in the gardens, or to the great library, when her sister is otherwise unavailable. We have got on well since the trip to Winterfell, and given that I thought it would be good for at least one of us to get to know our new mother, better; and given that Jaime is busy with his duties as a Kingsguard and Cersei...........well, Cersei is Cersei........the onus of proving that she is a welcome addition to our family, seems to have fallen on me......" Tyrion explained. Having no intention of informing his father that not only was he ensuring that (Y/n) was provided with some company, but also Moon Tea every time that his father lay with her. That, and with each passing day, his own feelings for the beauteous daughter of Ned Stark, were growing.

"Is that so.............?" Tywin queried, as he looked up from his desk. Tyrion just smiling back at his father.

"Well, perhaps it is fortunate that you two seem to get on so well, seeing as I have decided to marry you to her sister..........."

"What.............?" Tyrion looking at his father in disbelief.

"You wish me to wed the Lady Sansa.......but she is just a child......."

"You will marry the girl and that is an end of it. One way or another, we will have control over the north once Robb Stark has been dealt with; and given that the Lady (Y/n) is yet to prove that she is not barren, you will marry her younger sister and make sure to put a child in her. That way, if (Y/n) continues to not provide me with a new heir, I will ensure that she is out of the way, and the north will be ruled through you, Sansa and your child....." The old lion explained, matter of factly, as Tyrion stared at him in disbelief. Though he knew he should have known better; that for his father, it was all about the family name, and if the older she-wolf could not give him an heir, then he would happily be rid of her, even if it meant the child of his despised son ruling over the north.

"Does........does the poor girl know...........?"

"No, I thought I would give you and my lady wife the privilege of telling Sansa, given you are so close to the two she-wolves. I am sure that (Y/n) will be able to soften the blow of the news and inform her sister that it is for the best, given that she is no longer betrothed to Joffrey. Now.........." Tywin turning his attention back to his work.

"That will be all..............." Tyrion doing his best to ignore the anger inside him, as he dropped down from his chair. The little lord knowing that he had to find (Y/n). That between them they would have to come up with a plan for both of them.

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"Hasn't the sweet girl suffered enough........." (Y/n) said quietly, as Tyrion finished telling her what had been said at the meeting.

"Oh, gods.....I didn't mean that there is anything wrong with you, Tyrion. You are the best of your family, and I am sure that you would be a wonderful husband. You are far kinder, sweeter and more understanding than your father, after all. It is just that after Joffrey......after seeing our father killed. I had hoped that the gods would be kinder to Sansa............"

"There is no need to apologise, (Y/n). I understand. And I assure you that if I am made to marry your sister, I will not harm her in any way; and you have my word that I will not dishonour her........." Tyrion replied, as he reached out and took her hand.

"But it is not Sansa I am worried about at this moment, it is you. If you continued to take the Moon Tea, if you do not give my father a new child, I hate to think what he will do to you. I do not wish for any harm to come to you, (Y/n). So perhaps....... perhaps you should.........."

"No Tyrion.......I will not bare that man a child, I refuse........" (Y/n) pulling her hand away from his and getting to her feet.

"He would see my brother dead.......your father would see Winterfell under his control, through me or Sansa. How could I let a man like that give me a child......." She continued, as she paced the floor. Tyrion watching as she walked to and fro; talking quietly to herself as she moved. And then, she stopped; a smile coming to her lips as she looked at the diminutive lion.

"Tyrion......." She began, as she moved to kneel before him and took his hands in hers.

"How do you find me? Do you think of me as fare......pretty.......?" Tyrion gulping at the question. Not wanting to blurt out that, to his mind, she was possibly the most beautiful woman that existed in the whole world.

"I.........I find you far greater than merely fare, (Y/n). You are a true beauty............"

"So.......if I were to ask you to bed me........would you.........?" The youngest lion's eyes growing wide at the question.

"(Y/n) you cannot mean that............"

"I do mean it, Tyrion. I know it is much to ask, a lot for you to think on knowing that Tywin would have to believe that your heir was his, at least for a while. But.....but I would be happy if you would agree to bed me; to have your child grow inside me. I much prefer the notion of your little one possibly one day ruling Winterfell, than your father's. And.......well..........well, I confess that I have feelings for you that I do not have for Tywin. That if I had been told I was to marry you, I would not have protested." (Y/n) interrupted, as she looked into Tyrion's eyes; the mixture of emotions that were filling him, mirrored in her perfect orbs. The lion taking a deep breath, and slowly pulling his hands, from hers. Carefully placing them on her face, as her brows furrowed. Tyrion offering her a smile, before leaning in, and this time managing to kiss her.