Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Spy - Tywin x Reader

"You shouldn't be here......." Tywin told her, as he made his way over to the table and poured himself a cup of wine.

"What....are you worried that me being in your tent might mar that finely honed reputation of yours. That your men might start to think that you are just like anyone else.....?"

"Watch your tongue, woman......?"

"Or what? What are you going to do; kill the golden goose? I am not scared of you. There is a reason that you sort me out, Lord Lannister. You are the one that hired me to spy on Robb Stark's camp. People say that I am the best at what I do, for a reason. It is in part due to what I was able to find out, that the young wolf hasn't beaten you already. That he hasn't marched on Kings Landing and taken his revenge for what your family have done to his sister, his father. If you insist continuing in this vein, I might just forget myself and let a few things slip the next time I find myself amongst wolves.....

"Are you threatening me......?" Tywin countered, as he moved to stand in front of her. His looming figure usually guaranteed to put the fear of the Stranger into anyone. But she, this spy, merely crossed her arms over her chest and smiled.

"Not at all my lord. I would never be so foolish. It is just that appreciation, respect, is often worth more than gold in my world. But given that you pay so very well.....who needs respect......" An actual smile tugging at the corners of the old lion's lips, as he continued to look down at her for a moment longer. Tywin finally humming before making his way over to one of the chairs and took a seat.

He had been given the name (Y/n), a woman of seemingly nowhere and of no House, by Lord Baelish. The whoremonger smiling as he informed the Hand that if he wished for a spy to infiltrate the Stark camp, then perhaps he might find her of some use. She supposedly worth every gold coin that it would cost him. And he had found her more than useful; he had to admit it. (Y/n) proving more than worth her weight in gold. Though he would never tell her that; he would never agree that she was right that if not for the intelligence she had provided, the Lannister, Baratheon forces may have already been defeated. Her ability to blend in with the women that would follow the war camps, meaning that she heard things, saw things that a man might not be privy to. Yet given how attractive she was, it was hard to believe that she could possibly blend in with the smallfolk. That she could go unnoticed by any man with eyes. Even he having to say that she had a way that he found himself drawn to.

When she had first been brought to his tent, he had been surprised. He hadn't known what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't the beautiful creature that stood regally before him. And when she had spoken, it was clear that she was no commoner. She knowing just how to speak, how to correctly address a nobleman. That she had received some form of education. The spy knowing her worth; not letting Tywin pay her any less than what she had demanded for her service. Their meetings also telling him that she didn't suffer fools gladly, that she was quick of wit; and could be incredibly charming. The usually stoic and controlled head of House Lannister, not feeling so quite in control when she stood before him.

Yet there had always been a concern that, for one reason or another, (Y/n) may betray him. That it was possible that if he saw her, a man like Robb Stark may offer the beauteous younger woman, something other than gold. But if he offered first........Tywin finishing his drink, before getting back to his feet.

"You're beautiful, you know that, don't you......."

"I have been told on a number of occasions. Though I have found that beauty doesn't help as much as you think it might, when you are trying to blend in...." She replied. Nodding in thanks, as the older man handed her a full cup of red wine.

"What if I told you that I found you beautiful.....?"

"Then I would ask you what it was you wanted, my lord....Men many times only compliment a woman because they think that that compliment will get them something they want. Praise for her lips......a kiss. Admiration for her tiny hands.....a touch..........Respect for her virtue......skirts up around her waist, and loss of said virtue. So, if you were to tell me that you found me beautiful, I would ask you what you wanted......"

"And if I did want something.....? Tywin countered, turning to look at her.

(Y/n) looked him up and down. There was no denying that the old lion was a handsome beast. The way he stood, held himself, giving him an air of power and dominance. She only able to imagine what he must have looked like in his prime. How he would have been at the same age as Robb Stark.

Robb Stark....now there was a pretty boy; strong, loyal, a true son of the north. But she was not usually one to have her head turned by a boy. (Y/n) preferring real men. Men that they knew what they were doing. The days of awkward touches and the clumsy fumbling of youth, long behind them. And if Tywin was offering her what she thought he might be offering her, he would be the kind of man that she would choose. The kind of man that would know how to treat a woman like her. But he would have to try a little harder.

"I am not a whore, Lord Lannister. If you wish for a woman to warm your bed, there are plenty in your camp, servicing your men.....your son....."

"I do not wish for a whore. I am not interested in a mere night of pleasure...."

"Then what are you interested in.........?"

"An alliance........a coming together of two like minded souls...."

"A coming together of minds......? I am not interested in your mind, Tywin. Though if you were offering a coming together of something else......."

"Yes......?"

"Then I would ask whether you really think that you were good enough, to prevent me from seeking out a similar alliance with Robb Stark, if he were to offer me something similar....."

"I suppose that you will have to stay the night, so that you can find out......." Tywin replied, as he turned his attention toward the bed. (Y/n) looking at him again, seeming to muse for a moment, then slowly pulling the cloak from her shoulders and coming to stand in front of him.

"Then, my lord, let us hope that you can make it worth my staying......"