Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Tyrion Lannister - First Snow

Despite being in the warm blankets and having many fires blazing in your home, you were freezing. It was the middle of the night, everyone was most likely asleep, and here you were, wide awake and feeling like a statue, frozen. 

You quickly pull the blankets off and run to grab your cloak, which is probably the warmest thing ever. You always sweat when you have to wear it, but your sister said that winter is coming so you have to wear it. Yet she is never seen wearing hers. You get that she has your ancestors blood running through her veins so she isn't bothered with the cold, but you do as well. For some reason you are a little different though, you can walk through dragon fire and come out just fine, but the cold has always had an affect on you. 

You did always find it strange that you look so different from your siblings, now only your sister. Your black hair came from your mother, but instead of also having her tan skin like those from Dorne have, you have a very fair complexion from your fathers side. It is a very strange mix, many people from Westeros have mentioned that you resemble a person, but they can never seem to remember that person's name. 

Moving to one of the windows in your chambers, you push it open, gasping at the sight in front of you. Everything around you is covered with a white layer, and you realizing that is must be snow. You have never seen it before, and you can feel a strange sense of excitment bubbling inside of you. Snow is falling from the sky, some blowing in through the window. You quickly close the window, basically running to your wardrobe and shuffling through your gowns, looking for something warm to put on. 

It turns out that you only have one winter dress ready at the moment, so you rush to put it on, not bothering with a corset. You slip on your riding pants underneath the gown, hoping they will help keep you warm, and put on your warmest boots. Strapping your cloack back on again, you rush out of your chambers, your door slamming closed behind you by accident. It wakes the guard standing outside, who starts rushing after you. 

"My lady, is something the matter?"

"Yes. It's snowing."

"I can get your handmaidens to add more wood to your fire," he replies, sleep still laced in his voice. 

"No, I don't want to wake them."

"Then where are you going, my lady?"

"Where are you going lady Y/n," a new voice questions. You turn around and see Tyrion, your sisters hand, standing outside of his chambers, bundled up in many layers like you are. 

"It's snowing."

"It is," he replies, grinning at you. You had talked to him a lot about wanting to see snow, so he knows how excited you must be. "May I join you?"

"Of course Tyrion." You smile at him, basically jumping in spot. You start walking down the halls once again, the guard not talking anymore as he follows the two of you. You push open the doors to the castle and the sudden cold breeze stops you. 

"It's cold," Tyrion says from beside you.

"I didn't expect it to be this cold." You slowly step outside, hearing the snow crunching under your feet. You squat down, gently touching the snow with your hand. "It's not what I expected it to be."

"What did you expect it to be like?"

"I don't know. Not this." You stand up and walk further into the courtyard. "What can you do with snow?"

"Childten build with it. Snow men, they call them." You turn to him and smile again.

"Can you help me build one? Please," you beg him, grabbing his hand. He looks at your clasped hands, squeezing yours gently. 

"Of course." With the smile still on your face, the two of get to work on building a snow man. By the time you are done, your hands are red and your nose is numb. You stand back and look at your handiwork.

"It's a little lop-sided," you say. 

"Hm, just a tad bit," Tyrion replies, tilting his head to the side slightly. The bottom part is slanted down on one side, making the thing tilte a bit. You start giggling, Tyrion soon laughing along with you.

"Thank you for helping me Tyrion."

"Of course. Anything for you." You smile softly at him. You grab his hand, looking around you before pulling him after you. Your guard went inside the building long ago, after you told him that the two of you would be fine, but their are guards that have been passing by since they are on duty. 

You pull him behind some tall bushes that have a bench in the middle of them. You brush off the snow before sitting down, Tyrion doing the same. Before he can say anything, you lean over to him and press your lips to his. He starts to kiss you back quickly, bringing one of his hands up to cup one of your cheeks. When you break apart to breath you put your forehead against his with his thumb rubbing gente circles on your face. 

"We should really go inside," he says softly, breaking the silence. 

"If we go inside then I can't kiss you."

"Unless we tell your sister about us."

"You know we can't. Not yet." You grab his hand that isn't on your face and bring it to your, gently kissing his knuckles. 

"I'm sure everything would be fine. She loves me," he jokes.

"I want to think that she would be okay with us, but you know her. She would seem fine with it but then suddenly send me off somewhere without you. She is far to protective of me."

"She wouldn't be able to send you away if we were wed." You pull away from him, looking at him with shock. 

"Tyrion, what are you saying?"

"You know what I'm saying Y/n." You look down at your hands only for him gently lift your head up. "I love you. I will do anything to keep you by my side."

"Then ask me." A gust of wind sends snow billowing at you, making you both loose your breaths. 

"Y/n, will you marry me," he asks. You press your lips to his once again, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

"Yes."