Game of Thrones Imagines

The Banished Woman - Part 2 - Tywin x Reader.

So, I thought that this imagine warranted a second part. I hope that this gives a suitable end 🦁

Without trying to draw too much attention to himself, Tywin caught up to the group as quickly and as quietly as he could, as Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion spoke to (Y/n), the years rolling back as the four became acquainted once again.

Tywin couldn't help but stare at (Y/n), she was as beautiful as he remembered, a little older admittedly, but that said, she seemed to have hardly changed, and her smile and eyes were as bright as they ever were. Her sons strode confidently behind her, speaking periodically to Tyrion, as the youngest Lannister included them in the conversation, telling them all about the great Keep, as the group wound their way through the corridors.

Tywin couldn't help but notice a strange look in Tyrion's eyes, as the imp looked the twin man up and down; it was true that the two had a resemblance to Jaime, they were both tall, strongly built, and incredibly handsome, facts that Tywin hoped would escape his other children, but it was now appeared more than obvious that they had not escaped the ever observant and intelligent Tyrion.

"She is a beautiful woman is she not, father?" Tyrion asked, as he sidled up to Tywin's side, watching as Cersei showed (Y/n) and her sons the great hall, and the Iron throne.

"She is no fairer than any other I have seen." Tywin huffed, trying to ignore Tyrion.

"Really? Personally I would say that she is much more exquisite than most ladies I have seen, in fact I think that she is even more beautiful than she was when I was a child; and her sons look very familiar don't you think? They have a slight similarity to Jaime; if I did not know better, I would say that they were Lannister's." Tyrion said with a chuckle, as Tywin glowered down at him.

"Then it is a good that you know better, isn't it!" Tywin growled, his voice loud enough to stop the conversation between the rest of the group who turned to look at the pair.

"Cersei, if you have finished with (Y/n) for a moment, I wish to discuss something with her." Tywin said, walking over to the two woman and offering (Y/n) his arm, a gesture that (Y/n) refused.

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As (Y/n) sat down at the large desk in Tywin's chamber, Tywin stood next to the window, surveying the great city outside.

"So, are they my sons?" Tywin asked quietly, despite knowing that he already knew the answer.

"No, just because you sired them, it does not mean that they are your sons; you gave up any right to call Blane and Barden your sons the day you banished me from Casterly Rock. They are my sons, and they have never wanted, or cared to know about any possible father." (Y/n) said coldly, as Tywin's gaze finally fell on her.

"They didn't care, or you just didn't want to tell them?" Tywin asked indignantly, as he moved to sit down in his chair.

"And what would you have me tell them? Should I tell them that they are the bastards of a man that never cared for their mother, that they are the sons of a man that lied to, and used their mother for his own gratification, getting what he wanted by swearing that he loved her, and always would? Should I tell them that their father thought so little of them and their mother, that as soon as she told him of their existence, he banished her from the place she had come to call home, and from the children that she loved? My sons have never asked about a father, their grandfather gave them all the love they could ever need. You see, despite the fact that I returned to his home, carrying the bastards of a man that I would never name, my father took us in, and raised Blane and Barden as if they were his own, giving them both the advantages that befit any well born man. My Lord." (Y/n) scoffed, as she glared at Tywin.

"Stop calling me that!" Tywin exclaimed, banging his fists on his desk, as he leaned over and looked at (Y/n).

"And what would you prefer I call you? My Lord." (Y/n) sneered, not showing any emotion as the old Lion grew increasingly angry.

Tywin took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions, and his temper; (Y/n) was not only beautiful and intelligent, but she had become strong, and formidable, a heady mixture that the great patriarch found exhilarating.

"Call me Tywin, anything but my lord. Maybe, you could even call me....... husband." Tywin declared, as he moved around the desk and took a shocked (Y/n)'s hand.

"Husband!?" Have you completely lost your mind? You banished me when you found out that I was carrying your child, and now you are asking me to marry you? I am leaving, and I am taking my children with me; you have gone insane." (Y/n) said in disbelief, as she rose from her seat, and made her way to the door.

"I'm sorry." Tywin said quietly, not quite able to believe that the words had left his mouth as he said them.

"Sorry? Did I just hear the great and feared Tywin Lannister apologise to a simple woman? And what are you apologising for, my lord?" (Y/n) asked, as she turned to look at him.

"I am not a good man like my father was, (Y/n); I have done many things in my life, many things that I should be ashamed of, but am not. There is one thing though that I am ashamed of, and that is sending you away; I loved you (Y/n), I loved you when I thought that I could never love anyone again. I have no love for any of my children, each one has proved a disappointment in one way or another, and I know that I do not deserve to be given another chance at happiness. I do not deserve to be given the chance of having sons that I could be proud of; but if you agree to marry me, I promise that I will give you and our sons anything that your heart desires." Tywin told an astonished (Y/n), as her hand moved from the door.

"And what do you think that your children would say if we left this room and told them we were to marry? And how would I explain to my children that I have agreed to marry a man that they have never properly met? I think that the gods have finally taken your wits, Tywin Lannister. I never had you down as a fool, but it would appear that I was wrong." (Y/n) mocked, using the words that Tywin had used against her all those many years before.

"Then stay in Kings Landing, allow our sons to get to know me, allow yourself to see that I care for you, and then you can decide whether you wish to marry me." Tywin said, taking (Y/n) by the arms, his eyes seeming to plead her to stay.

"Give me one good reason to stay, Tywin; just one, and I may think about it." (Y/n) told him, pulling herself away from his hands, before walking over to the window, her eyes falling on Tywin's children and her own, as the five spoke happily.

"You are looking at them (Y/n), no matter how old a child gets, they always need their mother, and I am sure that none of my children would protest if you were to stay." Tywin said softly, as he came up behind (Y/n), his hands holding gently onto her shoulders as she looked out onto all of her children.

"I make no promises, Tywin; but we will stay for a while, at least long enough for my sons to decide whether or not they like you." (Y/n) replied, turning around to catch a subtle smile grace Tywin's lips.

"Then my dear, I believe that we should go and give the children the good news." Tywin said, offering (Y/n) his arm, leading her down to where the others were waiting.

As (Y/n) told the children of her intentions to stay, Tywin watched with a smile as Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion embraced her, knowing full well that (Y/n) would never allow herself to be parted from all her children again.