I have been asked to do and epilogue for this imagine by ThePokerMagician, and as always, I am here to please 😁 I hope that this gives you a more satisfying conclusion. 😄 and I hope you all enjoy.

The plans for the wedding between Tyrion and (Y/n) had proceeded well, with even Tywin appearing to approve of the match between his son and the mystery lady that had seemingly appeared from nowhere. Despite how many times Tywin and Jaime had asked Tyrion about the origins of his blushing bride to be, Tyrion had always managed to change the subject, merely stating that (Y/n) was a princess from one of the oldest families of a land far beyond Westeros, and that she was the last of her line.

Not that the two other men really seemed to care about Tyrion's vagueness, or who and where (Y/n) was really from, the older Lannister men appearing to have fallen just as much under the princess's spell as Tyrion had. And Tywin had to admit that he liked the idea that his youngest son had finally found a woman that was not going to be an embarrassment to the Lannister name.

"What's wrong (Y/n)? You appear unhappy. Do you no longer wish to marry me?" Tyrion asked, as he came to sit by her side, taking her by the hand as he looked up into her eyes.

Tyrion was growing concerned. For days (Y/n) had looked as though a great cloud had been hanging over her head. A gloom that had taken away her usual happy demeanour.

"Of course I still want to marry you, and I have never been happier. Its........its just that I still have a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. A little voice that is telling me that something is going to happen on the day of our wedding. I don't know, it all seems to have been too easy." (Y/n) confessed, the princess furrowing her brows as Tyrion scoffed at her comment.

"Easy? What we went through was not easy, my love. In the name of the gods, (Y/n). You died. I thought that I had lost you forever, just like I lost my mother." Tyrion said, as he reached up his hand and gently grasped the charm of his mother's necklace, that (Y/n) now proudly wore around her neck.

"I thought that I had lost you too, but you don't know the mage like I did. His kind of evil is strong enough to even break the barrier between this world and the next. Believe me, if anyone can find a way to ruin our day, it will be him." (Y/n) lamented, as she placed her head on Tyrion's shoulder, the little lion brushing his fingers through her hair as he tried his best to reassure her.

"Believe me my love, when I say that I won't let anyone, or anything spoil our wedding day. Not even the gods themselves will keep us apart." Tyrion promised, smiling as he felt (Y/n)'s body relax against his. The pair enjoying a brief moment of quiet, before they once again had to leave their room and re-join the madness of the world outside.

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The day of the wedding had arrived. The Great Sept was filled to capacity with all the great and good of the Seven Kingdoms, each one waiting to see the mysterious beauty that was to marry the little lion.

All the guests had heard a different story, each outlandish story nowhere near as unbelievable as the truth; but each guest was expecting their own version of the woman, and none could wait to see what the truth could actually be.

The huge building was guarded by every bannerman that Tyrion could persuade his father to give him, in an attempt to assure (Y/n) that he would not let anything spoil the day that she had waited so long for; and now as he stood nervously before the High Septon, he could only pray to any god that was listening, that all his efforts would not go to waste.

Suddenly a hush fell across the crowd as the huge doors to the great building opened to reveal a lone woman, her form seeming to shimmer in the afternoon light as she smiled softly at the man, that along with every other living creature in the Sept had turned to face her.

Tyrion could swear that as (Y/n) slowly made her way forward, he had forgotten how to breathe; air no longer seeming important, as each one of his senses was filled with her. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen, too perfect for the eyes of the mere mortals that were staring at her, mouths agog, as she strode steadily towards him, the faint sound of whispers filling the main sanctum chamber as his princess came to stand by his side, the sweetest smile gracing her lips as Tyrion stepped onto the box in front of him, placing the Lannister cloak around (Y/n)'s shoulders.

"NO!" A voice bellowed out from the back of the chamber, everyone turning as a sound as great as thunder, and a light as bright as the sun itself split the serene quiet of the great room.

"You truly believe that I would ever let anyone else have you, that after a hundred lifetimes I would give you up so easily? You are mine, princess. You have always been mine, and you will continue to be so, whether in this world or the next. No one will ever take you from me." A tall, elder man shouted, as he stormed through the throng of guests. The cloud of smoke that surrounded him, following along behind him like a dutiful hound following its master.

"No, Azarus. Not again. Please have mercy. Are a hundred lifetimes not enough for you? Have I not been punished enough for denying you?" (Y/n) begged, as the old mage came to stand before her.

"Not even a thousand lifetimes would be enough, (Y/n). Although the idea that this.......... this malformed creature is your true love, is strangely amusing, I have no intention of letting him have you." The mage hissed, as he turned his attention to Tyrion.

"You.........you........imp. You think that because you broke my curse that you can claim the prize? You think that you are worthy enough to claim the gods greatest gift?" Azarus growled disdainfully, as he thrust his staff at Tyrion, knocking the little lion to the ground as the guests scurried to escape the wrath of the unknown individual.

"Now princess. You will come with me." The mage cried out, as he snatched (Y/n)'s wrist, pulling her struggling form behind him as Tyrion battled to get to his feet, the little lion watching wide eyed as he seemed to be losing his true love once again.

"Not this time Azarus. I have waited too long to see my daughter happy, to see her have the day that you denied her." Another voice called out, Tyrion struggling to believe what he was seeing as the old man from the little curiosity shop stepped forward, his form changing from the elderly man that he had met to a large dark haired king, dressed in the finest gleaming armour.

"Father!" (Y/n) exclaimed, as the now statuesque man pulled his child from the mage's grasp, pushing her back towards Tyrion.

"If you truly love my daughter, then marry her now. It is the only way to truly break the curse." (Y/n)'s father shouted out to Tyrion, as he drew his sword, and stood ready to take on the old mage.

Quickly Tyrion jumped to his feet, rushing over and taking (Y/n)'s hand, pulling her back towards the quivering High Septon.

"Bind our hands. Tell the gods that we are married." Tyrion growled out, grabbing the Septon and dragging him over towards (Y/n), his princess watching as her father and the mage fought for her very life and happiness.

"BIND OUR HANDS AND TELL THE GODS!" Tyrion exclaimed, as he took (Y/n)'s hand, the pair pleading the Septon, as the battle waged behind them. The Septon quickly tying the ribbon around their hands.

"Let it be known that (Y/n) and Tyrion Lannister are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." The Septon declared, as (Y/n) and Tyrion turned to look at one another, the pair speaking in unison.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger..." They called out to The Seven, the entire Sept shaking as Tyrion and (Y/n) recited their vows. (Y/n)'s father beating back the mage as the pair spoke their last words.

"I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days," Tyrion said, as he looked up into (Y/n)'s eyes. The two no longer caring about what was going on around them.

"I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days." (Y/n) called out, a gut wrenching cry ringing though the chamber as (Y/n)'s father stood over the vanquished body of the mage, his form changing from the regal king back to the old man. His now weak form falling by the side of his foe.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love." Tyrion replied, as he kissed (Y/n), before she rushed over to her father.

"Father." (Y/n) called out, as she fell to her knees by the old man's side. Tyrion standing behind her as she cradled to old man's head in her lap.

"Make my daughter happy. Love her as she deserves to be loved, and never let her go." The old man gasped out, reaching out his hand and brushing the tear away that rolled down his daughters' cheek, before he and the mage disappeared into nothingness.

"It's over. It's finally really over!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she looked up at her husband, Tyrion helping his bride to her feet, as he gripped her hands tightly.

"Then my love, I will do what your father asked me to. I will make you happy, love you as you deserve, and never let you go." Tyrion vowed, a smile gracing his lips as (Y/n) bent down to kiss him gently.

"Now. If we have any guests left, I think we have a wedding feast to attend." Tyrion said with a slight chuckle, as he offered (Y/n) his arm, and led her out of the building, the little lion determined that he would never, ever, break his vows.