Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Terms - Part 8 - Tyrion x Reader

(Y/n) was sat on the bed, doing her best to console her sobbing sister. Sansa bursting into tears and gripping onto her for dear life, as the older she-wolf had informed her that even though she had escaped having to marry Joffrey, she was now to wed Tyrion, thanks to Tywin. The eldest child of Ned and Catelyn, doing her best to try and tell Sansa that things could be worse; that Tyrion had assured her that he would not bed Sansa when they were married. Yet her assurances seemed to be doing little to appease her sibling, to allay any fears that she may have; not that (Y/n) could really blame her for a single tear, for given what they had been through since their arrival in the capital, it could break even the strongest person. It not just being forced to watch as their father was beheaded as a traitor, and having no idea what had happened to Arya; but the abuses that they had had to suffer at the hands of Joffrey and his mother, and (Y/n) being forced to wed Tywin; so this......this was the last straw for the younger girl. And even though (Y/n) had attempted to tell Sansa that out of all the Lannisters, Tyrion was most certainly not the worst, and not as bad as she may think; it far better to be with the young lion, than being married to an odious little cock like Joffrey, (Y/n) knew that the diminutive lion was a world away from the visions that her younger sister had always had in her head regarding a husband. Sansa's head being filled with notions of handsome lords, or knights in white armour that would rescue ladies from the likes of creatures such as the youngest son of Tywin, since she was young. Her sister still not old enough to see that there were more to people, than looks alone. That a good heart, kind nature and a knowledgeable mind were far better things to have in a husband, than looks alone. (Y/n)'s thoughts going back to the time that she had spent with Tyrion the night before; of what she and the little lord had done together just that morning. The youngest son of Tywin doing things to her, making her feel things that her husband could never.....would never be able to do for her. (Y/n) doing her best not to smile about it, to ignore the heat that the memories brought to the pit of her stomach, as she brushed her fingers through Sansa's hair; the older girl staying by Sansa's side, until her sister fell into a slumber. (Y/n) carefully laying her down on the bed before turning to leave the room, her thoughts of Tyrion making her want to see him again; to be with him again. To be naked with him in his bed, as his head disappeared between her legs........

"Lady (Y/n).........." (Y/n) turning sharply, as she heard her name. Her jaw tightening as her eyes landed on Cersei. The Queen mother giving her a thin, calculated smile, as the she-wolf drew herself to her full height, before nodding slightly.

"I was just coming to see your sister; to congratulate her. I am sure that she is overjoyed with the news that she is to wed my brother........" Cersei continued, venom dripping from every word, as she came to stand before the wolf; (Y/n) sure that she must know that she did not scare her, more so since she was now Tywin's wife. Yet the northern lady knew better than to disregard her completely, for Cersei was wicked.......cruel; and even though the lady was aware that her husband had told his daughter that neither she nor her sister were to be touched, hurt; the queen still had her ways, and (Y/n) still had to watch out for both herself and Sansa. That, and she could not find out about her and Tyrion; that their affair, her desire to have Tyrion's child and not Tywin's, would have to be kept as the greatest secret, until Robb rode triumphantly into the capital.

"Your grace........I have just had the honour of informing my dearest sister of my lord husband's decision. She has told me that she will be honoured to be Lord Tyrion's wife. Sansa quite aware that there are worse men in the kingdom that she could be made to marry, for I am sure that despite his rather......dubious reputation, that he will be good to her. Though I do beg your grace to not interrupt her; Sansa has just fallen asleep. As you may be able to understand, life has been a little difficult for her recently, and she has not been resting well.........."

"Of course.........." Cersei countered. The she-wolf doing her best to not roll her eyes at the fake air of concern that filled her tone.

"And how do you feel about our dear Sansa's upcoming nuptials........? I have heard that you and my brother like to spend time together; that you and he are quite.......friendly.........."

"Lord Tyrion is able to provide me with two things that there is little of in this city......intelligent conversation and a worthy opponent for chess; other than that, your brother and I spent little time in one another's company. And as far as him marrying Sansa, it is what my lord husband wishes; and I support anything that my husband wishes............." (Y/n) retorted, not backing down as the queen circled her. The she-wolf not about to cower; not about to seem timid as the lioness stalked her. She happy to say what she had to; to remind Cersei that she was now Lady (Y/n) Lannister and had taken the title of Lady of Casterly Rock, from her.

"Hmmmmm, yes, of course........" The venom returning to the queen's words, as Cersei came to stop in front of her. Her eyes looking right into (Y/n)'s. The she-wolf once again not giving the lioness the satisfaction; watching her, not blinking until Cersei finally looked away.

"Well, I do hope that you and Sansa will be able to join me for the evening meal.....I am sure we will have much to speak of, the three of us; you....my father's wife, and Sansa to be my good sister........"

"I am sure that my sister will be as delighted as I am to join you, your grace. But for now, if you will allow it, I must go and see if a raven has arrived for me from your father.......I do so worry about him............" (Y/n) retorted, nodding respectfully, before taking her leave. Quickly making her way through to keep; watching the shadows as she made her way to Tyrion's rooms, wanting to tell her friend, and now lover, what had happened with her sister; that, and to lay with him again. She straightening out the skirts of her gown, before raising her hand and knocking at the wooden ingress. A smile coming to her lips, when she heard Tyrion's voice. Her eyes widening slightly, as she saw not just the little lion, but also his sellsword; Bronn smiling at her as she moved a little further into the room.

"Oh, please excuse me; I did not know that you had company. It is just that I wished to speak to you, Lord Tyrion. But I shall come back later..........."