Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Home Again - Tyrion Lannister

Although it wasn't your choice, or your family's really, you were wed to Tyrion Lannister. Although you were the eldest girl of all your siblings, you had not been the one to become engaged to Joffery for one reason. You only had one leg.

You were young when it happened, being around six, almost seven years old. Your father and older brother Rob were going on a ride after a storm when your horse lost its footing in the mud and fell with you on its back. Your leg had been crushed, and nothing the Maester did to heal it seemed to work. When you became ill he decided that the only to do was cut it off.

It had been a hard adjustment, for you and your family. A leg with a foot had been crafted out of wood, which was remade as you grew, that was able to be strapped onto what was left of your leg so you were able to get around with some difficulty.

When the king suggested Sansa wed his son your father had insisted that his eldest daughter be wed first, trying to get Sansa out of this forced marriage. But the king came up with the idea of you marrying Lord Tyrion.

At first you had been angry, lashing out by being mean to everyone and basically ignoring your new husband. But when you realized that this was not his choice either you let up and got to know him. You grew to care for him deeply, and he grew to care for you.

But at the moment, when you didn't know if he would survive this battle that his father was forcing him to fight in, you despised having these feelings for him. It didn't help that Cersi and her son never seemed to stop insulting you and making fun of you and your husband. You hardly left your room, the only person you saw was Sansa, and you knew she was getting worried.

But here you were, standing near the royal family as you watch people fighting each other below you,  in celebration of the king's name day. It had never been entertaining to you, watching people fight, yet here you were. With Tyrion gone you were only a Lannister by name to everyone, a Stark when he was gone, the difference small but still evident when he was there.

"My dear nephew," an all too familiar voice calls out, drawing everyone's attention to the ramp. A grin breaks out on your face as your beloved Tyrion comes into your view. He says something to his niece and youngest nephew before going to Sansa, but he catches your eye and you can see them light up. What draws you away from focusing on him is Joffery's voice.

"We thought you were dead."

"It's not my time for death yet." He pours himself a drink as he flashes you a small grin. 

"What are you doing here uncle?"

"I have business I must attend to. And my wife is here. I'm sure you remember your aunt?" Joffery glares at him as he sets the goblet down. "Now I believe I should go and do my duties." Tyrion looks at you, holding out his hand for you. You take it, squeezing it slightly as he leads you away.   

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"I take it your sister was not pleased with the news?" 

"Of course not. But it doesn't matter right now." He walks over to the chair you are sitting in, lifting up your gown to just above where the wooden leg is strapped around your thigh. He begins to undo the straps for you as you relax into his touch.

"You had me worried for a little bit there."

"Which part? When your mother had me or when my father had me fight in the battle?"

"All of it. I thought you dead after not hearing from you after the battle." He gently pulls the fake leg off, propping it on the wall nearby. He gently cups your face and looks into your eyes.

"I couldn't leave this world without seeing you at least one more time."

"You always seem to know exactly what to say."

"And it always works."

"It always gets me in bed you mean," you joke, smirking at him.

"That too." He grins at you before you lean into him and kiss him gently. 

"So we do we get any benefits with you being the Hand of the King?"

"I'm afraid not really. Since it is only in my father's place and this war could end at any time meaning he could come here at any time, we don't get the large bedroom that comes with my new title."

"What a shame, I'm sure we would have quite enjoyed it." He smirks at you, pulling you into a very passionate and lust filled kiss. 

"I'm sure we would have. The only good thing I can see right now is that people will only be able to about us behind our backs." 

"Oh, that will be nice. They have come up with some very terrible stories about how I lost my leg while you were away."

"Did you set them straight?" 

"No, let them talk. All I wanted was to be reunited with you."

"Not nearly as much as I wished to be reunited with you." You can see his love for you written on his face as you look at him, a tear silently making its way down your cheek. He wipes it away gently, pulling you into his chest as he wraps his arms around you. 

"I'm here now Y/n. I will not let anyone hurt you or your sister while I am Hand." 

"I know you won't Tyrion." You pull away from him slighly so you can look at his face. "Even if you weren't the hand of the king you would do everything in your power to protect my sister and I. It's just the type of man that you are." 

"A man that is compeltly in love you." You grin at him, leaning in for another kiss. 

"Please don't leave me again Tyrion. I don't know if I can survive here without you."

"If I have to go anywhere I will bring you with me. And your sister if I can."

"I don't know how I ended up lucky enough to be with you. But I think it's time for us to stop talking and move on to something else." You lean in and whisper the last part into his ear. 

"I completely agree with you. This is long overdo," he replies, chugging a drink before helping you up and helping you get to the bed for a very much needed night with your husband.