Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Mysterious crow - Tyrion x Reader

Tyrion turned his attention to the woman that sat by his side in the rubble of the city. Her beautiful face covered in soot, dirt and blood that was not all hers. The tear at her hairline, dried now; but the blood still coated her hair and had left streaks down her face. Yet still, she was the most breathtaking woman he had ever seen. The little man still not sure how all the men that had surrounded her when they had first met, had not had even the slightest inkling of what she was. His memory taking him back north; to the Wall. To the mysterious young man that had caught his eye.

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He has asked about a number of the men while he had been at the Wall. Tyrion finding himself interested in the stories of the recruits; where they had come from, what they had done to find themselves there. But there was one, one of the sworn brothers that he just couldn't work out. Though tonight that would change. The little lion standing in the winch elevator, doing his best to not be concerned by the sounds that it made, as it slowly made its way up the seven-hundred-foot wall. The Lord grateful as it finally came to a stop; doing his best to forget that he still had to go back down in it. He making his way along the patrol path; his eyes searching for the brother that he had been told would be on watch that night. A smile coming to his lips as he found the man that had held his attention.

"Clear evening......." Tyrion called out. The young man turning to look at him.

"Aye......." The simple answer making Tyrion smile. And despite it only being one word, it was still clear that he was a northern. The accent, not too dissimilar from that of Eddard's bastard. Yet was a lightness in the tone that he had not expected.

"Would you mind if I joined you.....?" He not giving the young man a chance to answer before just joining him at the guard post. Both of them looking out over the seemingly never-ending expanse of white.

"Have you been a brother long.....?"

"Long enough......"

"What brought you here.....?"

"Better than the alternatives.........." The curt reply making it clear that the crow wasn't the talkative type; but that wasn't going to stop Tyrion. He turning his attention to the black clad man. The light of the moon illuminating his surprisingly delicate features. He not sure how old the fellow was, but he was sure that he couldn't see a sign of stubble on his chin. Something suddenly clicking in Tyrion's mind. His eyes widening.....

"You're a woman....."

"What.....?" The crows head instantly turning to look at him.

"You're a woman......" Tyrion gulping as a sword was swiftly unsheathed and pointed at his chest.

"Women aren't allowed at the Wall, little man. And I would be careful of the things you say, while you are all alone. The top of the Wall is a treacherous place. Accidents can easily happen. And no one survives a seven-hundred-foot fall......." Tyrion gulping again, before slowly reaching up and placing the tips of his fingers to the edge of the sword.

"You don't look like killer....."

"Looks can be deceiving....you have no idea what I am capable of......."

"Then why don't you tell me.....? To be a woman and survive here surrounded by thieves, murderers, rap........."

"I know what these men are. What they have done. What they are capable of. For three years, seven moons and twenty-one days I have lived with them, slept in the same rooms, eaten with them. They are my brothers, and I won't hear ya say a word against them............"

"Forgive me....I meant no offence. I am just shocked that there is not one of them that hasn't noticed that you are a woman during that time....."

"I had heard that you were supposed to be smart......? But, perhaps they were wrong....I think you will find, little lord, that most people don't know what's going on beyond the end of their noses. And as long as ya keep ya head down, do what ya supposed to do; and not cause any problems.....That is how I have got away with it for so long. And as I said, this.....this freezing fucking shithole is better than the alternative.......she explained, as she re-sheathed her blade.

"The alternative.........?" She sighing at the question. Knowing that she had said too much as it was, so why not confess the rest....

"I had a family once...A mother, father. We were nothing special, but we had enough coin to live more comfortably than most. And we were happy. But then, one day, my mother passed away, out of nowhere. There no sickness leading up to it. No obvious sign that she was ailing. She just died. My father was inconsolable for moons. But then she came along........Selsa....she was from one of the nearby villages. Get her claws into my father, good and proper. She knew I could see through her, and she didn't like it. So, she came up with a plan to get rid of me. First, she wanted to send me to the Silent Sisters, but she wouldn't have got any money for me that way. So, instead, she sold me to a brothel. The morning they came for me, she told me that she had killed my mother, poisoned her so she could have my father. And I swore that day, that I would not rest until she was dead. Needless to say, we didn't get to the brothel, I managed to slip my restraints and killed the two men that had made the mistake of underestimating me. But I knew I couldn't go back, I doubted my father would believe me if I told him what his new wife had said and done. So, I shaved my head, bound my breasts and made my way here. They never asked too many questions. They needed the bodies, and as I was offering........Then one day, a year into my service, I heard stories......rumours about a woman called Selsa from one of the wandering crows....how she had inherited coin from her now dead husband. And I knew it could only be her. So, I made a deal with one of the men, got a seat with him next time he went out to find new recruits. I found her; she didn't recognise me at first....not at first. But when she did, it was too late......." She explained, before drawing a knife from her belt.

"I sliced her throat open from ear to ear, with this. And I took great delight in it. I spoke my mother, my father's name as she fell to the floor. I wanted them to be the last things that she thought of as she died......So, ya see. Ya were wrong about me. I am a killer.....and I belong here........." Tyrion listening in disbelief. He truly amazed by her tale. She quite possibly one of the most interesting people had ever come across.

"What is your name......your real name......?"

"Does it matter.......?"

"To me it does, yes........." Tyrion told her. The woman that had been through so much, convinced every crow for over three years that she was a man, slowly shaking her head. The voice that spoke next, nothing like the gruff, husky one that she had had a moment before. The one word, sounding like music.

"(Y/n)........."

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Tyrion had not seen (Y/n) again until he and Jon Snow had met once more. He not recognising the woman with the bastard for a moment; her hair longer, she appearing far more feminine. Though her beauty had most certainly not escaped him. It not until she spoke that he had realised who it was. And since then....well, he had found that he had never wanted to be too far from her. It only when she fought. When she was out on the battlefield and he took refuge in the crypts of Winterfell, that he was away from her. He worrying for her, as the women worried for their husbands. It only when he had had to watch from a distance as the Battle of Kings Landing raged. But now, his hand slipping into hers as they took in the devastation. The terror wrought by the queen he served. (Y/n)'s hand tightening around his; Tyrion was determined that he would never let her be far away from him again. That the mysterious crow that had so caught his attention all those years before, would be his.