Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Open and shut case - Part 1 - Modern AU - Petyr x Reader

Life! Why does it always seem to have a terrible tendency of passing you by, while everyone else around you appears to get to live it? Or maybe it was just (Y/n), she didn't know. Maybe she was doing something wrong. Maybe she had broken, no, shattered some great law of the universe that she didn't know about. And this was all some terrible punishment for her crime. She had always known the rule that ignorance of the law was no defence. But she would have at least liked to have known what law she had broken. Maybe god, if there was one, in her, his, or their greater wisdom, just didn't like her. Maybe she was cursed. Maybe she had done something terrible in a past life, and this was her sentence? Maybe..........

"You're doing it again, (Y/n)." A voice suddenly said. Bringing her back from her thoughts.

"Doing what again?" (Y/n) enquired as she looked up at Rewan. The man sitting on the edge of her desk and shaking his head.

"Drifting off. You know as the daughter of the senior partner; you should really take things more seriously. A few more years, a few more cases under your belt and your father could make you a partner. Hell, one day you could be running the whole show. Your name on the door of the big office, instead of your pops. Let's face it, even the old lion has to retire sometime. And seeing as you are the only one in the family to have actually followed in his footsteps, you have to be a shoe in for the job." Rewan chuckled. (Y/n) sighing as she looked up at the associate.

"Maybe that's the problem. Maybe being a Lannister is the whole reason that life seems to just be on the other side of a window. A window that I can't break through. Jaime, Cersei, and Tyrion are all off living their lives. Yet here I am, still under the shadow of my father. Fighting to make a name for myself instead of always being known as the daughter of Tywin Lannister. The greatest attorney that anyone has ever met." (Y/n) sighed again as she dropped her head onto her desk.

"Have you ever thought that there must be more to life? That while we sit in this damn office, working out how best to defend some of the state's biggest scumbags. Out there, some wonderful things are happening. Great and glorious things. That life is for someone else, and you are merely existing?" (Y/n) continued. Looking up as Rewan began to laugh.

"Oh, my gods. You can't have one of those existential crises, (Y/n). Your family is too rich for you to have one of those. Life isn't passing us by. We see life in the raw. And those scumbags that you talk about, are some of the richest and best clients that your father has. You don't become as feared and influential as Tywin Lannister is, by defending nobodies." Rewan scoffed. Knowing that this was not the first time he had heard such things from (Y/n).

(Y/n) was a highly gifted attorney, just like her father. She was intelligent, quick and cunning. But as far as Rewan could see, all she lacked was the true Lannister killer instinct. The instinct to win at all costs. To win for your client, even if, said client, was, as (Y/n) had so eloquently put it. A scumbag.

Rewan could accept that being in the shadow of her father was no easy thing. That his shoes were big ones to fill. But if she did truly want that big office and the shiny nameplate. Then this idea that life should be something more, was one that she would have to dispense with.

"You know. I think that we have to either find you a man. Or you need to go and have a talk with Tyrion. You know that he always cheers you up." Rewan told her, knowing that the little man seemed to be the only person that could make (Y/n) see sense when she was having one of these moments.

"A man? Who has time for that? I can't remember the last time that I went out on a date. And when a guy did pluck up the courage to talk to me, I'm sure that my father scared him off. I might as well be a nun for all the action I get." (Y/n) groaned.

"But seeing Tyrion could be fun. He always seems to know what to say to make me feel better. And if Bronn just happens to be with him, I might get a few laughs too. Either that, or drunk. But both work for me." (Y/n) chuckled. Feeling a little better about the world as she thought of her brother and his friend.

"(Y/n)!" A familiar voice called out. (Y/n) groaning internally as she saw the figure of her father appear. The old lion coming out from behind the great doors of his office. One of his usual cold looks plastered across his face.

"Yes sir?" (Y/n) asked nervously. Not sure whether her father making his way out of his office to see her, was a good or bad thing.

Most of the time people went to see him. The old lion never usually having to move. The great Tywin Lannister holding court from behind his antique oak desk. But occasionally. Very occasionally, he would venture out, and it was anyone's guess what mood he would be in when he did.

When not in the office, (Y/n) and her father got on quite well. In fact, she was the only one of his four children that Tywin actually seemed to have any time, or care for. But at work, she became just another associate. A situation that most of the time, (Y/n) could appreciate. Not wanting to be shown any favouritism because she was his daughter. But sometimes, he seemed harder on her than anyone else. (Y/n) sure that he always gave her the hardest cases. The ones that seemed unwinnable. Constantly pushing her to prove that she was good enough. Constantly pushing her to prove that she was a true Lannister.

"What happened with the preliminary for the Baratheon case?" Tywin asked, as he stood before his daughter's desk.

"Er......a date has been set for the hearing. But I don't anticipate any problems. Judge Varys will be presiding, and as far as I am concerned, the case is pretty open and shut." (Y/n) explained as she handed the case file to her father. The old lion doing his best not to smile as he looked at the work his daughter had done.

"Excellent. Well, that means that you will have time to come and meet a new client then. From now on, I want you to handle all his affairs. He's waiting in my office right now." Tywin said. Indicating for his daughter to follow him. (Y/n) internally groaning once again at the thought of yet more work to add to her case load. The youngest Lannister having a terrible feeling that she wasn't going to get chance to go and see her brother if this latest client had brought trouble with him.

"Why me? I mean....... Rewan and Taliya's workloads are a lot lighter than mine. I'm sure that they are perfectly capable of........."

"I'm giving you the client to look after because the gentleman is influential, and well known to a number of state senators. Rewan and Taliya are good enough for lesser clients, but not this one. I need someone that I can trust. Someone that I know has only the firm's best interests at heart. And you (Y/n) are the only one that I know that can handle this." Tywin explained, as he opened the door to his office and letting his daughter in.

"(Y/n). I would like you to meet Petyr Baelish." Tywin announced. (Y/n) watching as a dark haired man rose from the chair. Her heart skipping a beat as he turned to reveal a handsome face, and a pair of eyes that screamed not only danger, but also all manner of possibilities.

"So nice to meet you Miss Lannister. Your father had been telling me so much about you. I look forward to getting to know you better. The man cooed softly as he took (Y/n)'s hand and kissed her knuckles. A small suggestive smile creeping across his lips as he looked up at her through his dark lashes. (Y/n) feeling that for better or worse, she might have just found the life that she had been so longing for.