So, this is another request for loverloserlaser that features Joffrey. For someone that never thought they would ever write a Joffrey imagine, I must admit that I am actually enjoying writing these. I have decided to make this one a two part imagine, so this chapter is the build up to a second that will be all Joffrey x Reader. I hope you all enjoy😄😈

It had been a long time since a Targaryen had been in Kings Landing, a long time since anyone could remember actually seeing a Targaryen; but now that had all changed, and as a crowd watched on, Joffrey was taking great delight in torturing the dragon that had dared return to the capital.

On the floor, in front of the Iron Throne knelt (Y/n) Targaryen, the mad kings oldest daughter, her clothes half torn from her body, and her neck and wrists enclosed by heavy metal constraints and chains; yet still, despite all this humiliation, no one could deny that the dragon still held herself with pride and dignity, as the pathetic excuse for a king tried to berate her in front of the crowd.

Jaime and Tyrion looked at one another as they watched Meryn dragged the beautiful woman to her feet, his hand raising to slap her as she spat in his face.

"Your highness." Tyrion called out as he stepped forward, his sudden unwanted interference angering not only Meryn but also his nephew.

"Do you think that it is kingly to torture a lady for no good reason? As far as I know, Lady Targaryen has caused no trouble, she has made no attempt to usurp your throne, yet you still see fit to torture, berate, and mistreat her. Would it not make more sense to find out why she has returned to the capital, before you see fit to have Ser Trant inflict the punishment that he so seems to enjoy giving women." Tyrion said, standing in front of (Y/n), feeling a need to defend the young woman.

"Why is it Uncle, that you always have an opinion on things that do not concern you?" Joffrey asked scornfully, as he glared down at the little man.

"I am afraid it is a curse your majesty. But I think that we should show lady Targaryen that all Lannister's and Baratheon's are not out to slaughter her and her family. Now may I suggest that we act like gentlemen rather than animals, and I should be permitted to take the lady away from here, allow her to bathe and redress, then tomorrow we can all sit down with the little council and find out her reasons for being in the capital." Tyrion told Joffrey, snatching the keys to the manacles from Meryn's belt so that he could unlock the platinum haired woman.

"My father made it clear what he wanted to happen to Targaryen's, if it had not been for Ned Stark, her whore of a sister would already be dead. You may indeed take the bitch away, I have grown bored of her; but she is to be taken to the dungeons, that is where a creature such as her belongs." Joffrey scoffed, indicating for Meryn to drag the woman away.

"If you don't mind, your majesty. If the lady Targaryen is to go to the dungeons, I would like to be the one to escort her." Tyrion announced, taking (Y/n)'s arm from Meryn's grasp.

"If you must. And maybe you should stay down there with her, uncle. You two look perfectly suited." Joffrey chuckled, as he waved his hand to dismiss his uncle.

"May I suggest that we leave as quickly as possible my lady, before the little shit changes his mind." Tyrion whispered, taking the woman's hand and leading her from the room, not failing to notice the glare that she gave Jaime as she walked past.

"Why did you help me? The gods only know that there is no love lost between my family and yours. Your brother killed my father so that Robert Baratheon could sit his fat arse on a throne that should belong to me not that little prick." (Y/n) asked quietly, as she let Tyrion lead her deep into the bowls of the great keep, the little lion shocked momentarily by her voice that was as beautiful as the rest of the woman that walked by his side..

"I am not like the rest of my family, my lady. And if I may give you a word of advice, I would warn you that it is dangerous to mention such things as the Iron Throne belonging to you." Tyrion said, ignoring the stares of the guards in the dungeons as they passed.

"I will do all I can to help get you out of here." Tyrion told her apologetically, as he pushed open the door to one of the many cells, looking in disgust at the dirty floor that was covered in a thin layer of hay, and untold amounts of human waste.

"It is alright lord Lannister. Whether you believe it or not, I have actually been in worst places than this. I spent seventeen years wandering the streets of the Free Cities with my brother and sister, begging for food and a place to sleep every day, as my brother tried in vain to raise an army against Robert so that he could retake the Iron Throne. I have slept in some of the worst places, eaten some of the most disgusting things just so that I could survive." (Y/n) told Tyrion as she looked around the dark damp room, smiling slightly as Tyrion finally removed the heavy cuffs.

"How long do you think it will be before he has my head removed?" (Y/n) asked matter of factly, as she sat on a pile of hay, pulling at the torn material of her dress as she did her best to cover herself.

Tyrion couldn't help but stare; this Targaryen was beautiful, exquisite even, and despite what had happened to her, despite all she had been through in her formative years, she seemed to hold herself with an air of dignity that befitted a true queen.

"Knowing my nephew, he will find any excuse he can to have you executed, my lady. Maybe it would help if you told me why you came to Kings Landing, it could help persuade him that you are not here to cause him any harm." Tyrion asked hopefully, as he placed a blanket around (Y/n)'s bare shoulders.

"A friend brought me here. I received word that an old friend and ally of my family had become ill, I was informed that he didn't have long to live, and that if I wanted to pay my last respects it was best to get here as quickly as I possibly could, and as my brother is now dead, and my sister has her own duties, I decided that it was up to me to come and thank the old man before he left to join the gods." (Y/n) explained, as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

"May I ask who this friend was?" Tyrion asked, as he took a seat next to (Y/n).

"Hallyne, the head of the Alchemist Guild. I got here just in time to bid him farewell before he passed." (Y/n) said sadly, as she remembered the old man, so frail and weak as he lay in his bed.

Tyrion stared at her in disbelief, he of course knew of the old pyromancer; it was he who helped him and his family at the Battle of the Blackwater, it was his wildfire trap that wrought destruction on Stannis's fleet and meant that the Lannister's were able hold out until reinforcements arrived, and thus win the battle. Tyrion had no idea that the old man had joined the gods, and he couldn't help but regret that he himself had not been able to pay his own respects.

"Please my lady, rest assured that I will do everything I can to ensure that my nephew causes you no further harm, and that you be allowed to return to wherever you call home." Tyrion told her, taking (Y/n)'s hand and doing all he could to comfort a woman that despite her outward cool façade, must have been concerned about what was to come.

"You are too kind; I doubt that the rest of your family will like you coming to my assistance though." (Y/n) sighed, as she squeezed Tyrion's hand tightly without realising it.

"I have never done anything for the approval of my family, and despite what you may think, I am sure that my brother would be just as happy to assist you as I am, and I know he does not like his title of Kingslayer. Now, I must go; but I need you to trust me, and I promise that I will get you out of here." Tyrion said, as he got to his feet and made his way to the cell door.

"Don't get too comfortable my lady, you won't have time to make yourself at home." Tyrion told (Y/n) as he left the room, the door closing and locking behind him as (Y/n) was plunged into darkness.