Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Little while longer - Tyrion x Reader

The cool of the morning, seemed to make the sunrise even more beautiful that day. Her breath hanging heavily in the air, along with the smoke from the braziers that had been kept going by the soldiers overnight, in an attempt to push back the chill.

There was a certain tranquility about that time of the morning, only the few soldiers that hoped to be able to make their way to bed soon, distracting her thoughts, as she looked out over the battlements. Despite its less than stellar reputation before the war, and its still broken state since then; Kings Landing did have a beauty all its own, at that time of day. A beauty that she felt very few appreciated, especially now.

"Up here again.....?" A voice enquired. She not having to turn her gaze from the waters of Blackwater Bay to know who had come to join her. His voice one of her most favourite things in the world.

"I like it here......Looking out over the bay, I can forget about all the work that still needs to be done for a few precious moments, before reality comes crashing down around me again......"

"Yes......Just a few moments.....It is nice......."

"Yes.....but we knew what we were taking on, when we accepted the positions from Bran. I should imagine that we will both be old and grey, long before everything is finished. Though some of us will be old and grey before others......." (Y/n) chuckling as she finally turned to look at the man by her side. Shaking her head, as Tyrion placed his hand over his heart and gave her the best hurt look that he could possibly muster.

"Are you suggesting that I am old.........?"

"Well, yes. That, and you are older than me by a number of years......" (Y/n) replied. She and her younger brother's Hand, looking at one another for a moment, before slipping his hand into hers.

"Then I am more than fortunate that you like older men, am I not.......?" The last of old Tywin's line, bringing her hand up to his lips, so that he could kiss it.

The time since he had first met (Y/n) at Winterfell, had been more than turbulent, to say the least. Tyrion wishing that he could sometimes change so many things. That he could prevent the pain that they had both been through. That he could lessen the time that he and (Y/n) had been forced to spend apart. But despite everything; despite all the loved ones she had lost because of his family, (Y/n) had seen passed that, and chosen to stay with him. Chosen to remain in the capital, and help Bran, rather than go north with Sansa. The eldest surviving Stark child, given a seat on the small council; she, along with Tyrion and the others, entrusted with rebuilding the capital of the now Six Kingdoms. Bronn, or should that be Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, Lord of Highgarden, and most worryingly, Master of Coin, finding it more than a little amusing that not long after reluctantly agreeing to be Bran's Hand; Tyrion had also had the nerve to finally ask the new king for his sister's hand in marriage. Bronn stating that the last thing Kings Landing needed, was any more Lannisters.

"I missed you this morning, when I woke up......"

"I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to disturb you. You have so much to do, and you haven't been sleeping enough........" Those simple words: that simple sentiment, reminding Tyrion why he had wanted to marry (Y/n) Stark for so long. Her kind heart, her care for him, ever when they hadn't properly known one another, had been like a breath of fresh air. Had made him feel as though he was indeed worthy of the love and respect that the likes of his father had long since denied him. He wishing that it had been (Y/n) that he had been made to marry, not Sansa. Tyrion sure that he would never forget the look on the beautiful she-wolf's face, the day that he placed the Lannister cloak around Sansa's shoulders. A look that he never wanted to see on his beautiful wife's face, ever again.

"You know......." (Y/n) turning back to look at her husband.

"I can think of something else we could do that will take our minds off the city for a little while........"

"Oh yes.....And what would that be, my Lord Hand.......?" The now Lady Lannister enquired. Shaking her head slightly, as she saw the all too familiar glint in her husband's eyes. A look that she had first learnt to love, when he had first given it her while they were in the courtyard of Winterfell, that night of the feast; when instead of being with their respective families, they had found themselves both outside with Jon.

"It is still only early, Lady Lannister. Why not come back to bed so that I can continue to try for those little lions that Bronn has been talking about so much..........?" The two laughing, before Tyrion brought her hand back up to his lips.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea.......... A new child born of both Starks and Lannisters would certainly give our Master of Coin something to think about......" (Y/n) agreed, before allowing Tyrion to lead her back inside the Keep. The business of the city, certainly able to wait, just that little while longer.