(Y/n) took a deep breath, as she stood outside her uncle's rooms. It wasn't that she was scared of the old lion, in truth, despite how he had always been with Tyrion, (Y/n) had always sort of liked Tywin. Even at a young age she could remember thinking that it was sad that her uncle was so cold. So distant. Not only to Tyrion but also more and more to the twins. The young lioness always wishing that she could do something to make him smile. So that she could see a little joy brought to his handsome features.

If she were asked, she would not be able to explain what had endeared him to her. Perhaps it was the lioness in her, looking to the strongest of the pride with reverence. But whatever it was, now she was here in front of her uncle's door. Now she was stood in the Tower of the Hand, she really would prefer not to have to see him. She would rather be in a nice warm bed with Tyrion. She would rather be feeling her cousin's hands caress her skin. His lips against hers, as she finally knew what it was to be loved by her little lion...................

"Ahem." A cough came from behind her, interrupting her thoughts. (Y/n) blushing a little, as she turned to see the bannerman behind her. The older man reaching out and knocking on the door, before nodding respectfully and leaving. The lioness straightening her gown, as she heard her uncle's voice call out "ENTER".

"Uncle. You wanted to speak with me?" (Y/n) enquired tentatively, as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. The lioness slightly taken aback as Tywin looked at her and gave a small, rarely seen, genuine smile.

"Yes, (Y/n). Please............" The old lion replied, as he reached out his hand for her to take. The lioness dutifully taking the offer and allowing her uncle to escort her to a chair.

Tywin couldn't help but smile as he looked at his beautiful niece. (Y/n) was so different to Cersei. And the fact that she had been in isolation for so long, meant that the lioness had a sweet innocence about her. An innocence that he would prefer to call daughter than the whores that his youngest son usually chose to spend his time with.

"I thought that you and I should talk." Tywin continued, as he handed (Y/n) a glass of wine and took a seat across from her.

"Of course, uncle. But why the urgency? I would be quite happy to come and speak with you at any time." (Y/n) told him. Wishing that he hadn't called upon her when he had, but still meaning that she would enjoy his company at all other times.

"I felt the sense of urgency, because I know my son, (Y/n). And I wished to speak to you before he did anything to spoil things." Tywin cryptically explained. (Y/n)'s brows furrowing slightly, as she looked at the old lion.

"Uncle........I............"

"What do you think of Tyrion?" Tywin interrupted. (Y/n) able to feel the embarrassed heat kiss her cheeks. The young lioness sure that her uncle could not know about what was going to happen between her and Tyrion only a short time before.

"Think of Tyrion..........? Well I.............I think..........." (Y/n) blurted out. Not having a clue where this conversation could be going, or why her uncle would want to know.

"Do you still care for my son?" Tywin interjected again. (Y/n) looking down, as her uncle caught her hand and held it tight.

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"Well, that's good, ain't it?" Bronn asked, as he looked over at the frustrated Tyrion that was pacing the floor of his room. Far from happy that his father had interrupted he and (Y/n). That his father could possibly ruin everything with (Y/n), before they had even had the chance.

The little man was sure that he could still smell is beauteous cousin on his body. That he could still taste her mouth and feel her soft, rounded curves under his fingers and pressed against the flesh of his chest. That he could still hear her low, needy moans, as his hand had made its way between her thighs. His fingers ghosting over her...............

"It just proves that she wants ya." The sellsword added. His words shaking the wonderful images from Tyrion's mind. The young Lannister glaring at Bronn. Tyrion feeling that once again his time with (Y/n) had been interrupted by an outside source.

"Yes, but perhaps (Y/n) is right. Perhaps we are not meant to be. The gods punishing me for all that I have done wrong in my life. For not staying true to (Y/n) when I promised. Maybe they wish to torment me. To............"

"And what about ya cousin? (Y/n) hasn't done anything wrong. Ya said that she promised ta stay untouched until she could be with ya, and she has. It has nothin ta do with the gods. Just bad timing is all. Old Tywin just chose that moment ta want ta speak ta her. Now stop pacing and have another drink." Bronn reasoned, as he held out Tyrion's full glass. The little lord nodding and moving to take his seat. Gratefully accepting his over filled vessel from the sellswords hand.

As the two men drank, a soft knock came to the door. Tyrion smiling as he got down from his chair and made his way over to the ingress. The little man hoping that his father had let (Y/n) leave, and that she had decided to not wait until tonight for them to be together. That she, like him, could not stop thinking about their bodies being intertwined. About spending what was left of the day, in each other's arms. The lion more than happy to expel Bronn from his rooms if his eyes fell on the form of his cousin.

"(Y/n). I................." Tyrion began happily, as he threw open the door. The smile on his face dropping, as instead of there being a lioness stood there in all her glory. He found two giggling young women. Tyrion turning to look at Bronn who had just sprung up from his seat.

"Is this something to do with you?"

"Well, I just thought that if it hadn't gone well between you and (Y/n), ya might need a little cheering up. So, I sent a message ta the Street a Silk." Bronn replied with a huge grin, as he gestured for the two women to enter the room. The pair giggling again, as they entered and looked between the men.

"Ya want me ta send them back? It would seem a shame ta............"

"No, no. I would not deprive you of your sport. But I have things I must do for later. I need to change my clothes. The smell of (Y/n) is driving me insane. I will leave you three to it." Tyrion replied, nodding to the two young woman before making his way into one of the adjoining rooms. Bronn rubbing his hands and smiling, as the simple gowns of the women fell to the floor.

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(Y/n) made her way from the Tower of the Hand. Almost stumbling over her gown as she quickened her pace. She couldn't wait to tell Tyrion about what had transpired between her and his father. About how the old lion had asked her if she still cared for his youngest son. If she could care for him. About how he would like her to remain in Kings Landing instead of returning to her small home. How, if (Y/n) could see her way to loving Tyrion, despite everything. Tywin would be more than happy to see the pair wed. That he would be more than happy to call her his daughter and give her the title of Lady of Casterly Rock. Even though he knew that Cersei would protest, and it would mean that he would have to recognise Tyrion as the rightful heir. (Y/n) assuring her uncle, that she had always loved Tyrion and always would. And that she would be proud to marry him. Proud to see herself as Tywin's daughter, and even prouder to be named the lady of their ancestral home. The lioness giddy with excitement, as she had kissed her uncle and made her way from his rooms. Hoping that her cousin would be as happy with the news as she was.

Reaching the door to Tyrion's rooms, (Y/n) caught her breath before raising her hand to strike the wood. Her large smile fading instantly, as the door opened. Her eyes falling on the bodies of two naked women. The lioness not needing to be a woman of the world to know exactly what the occupation of the pair was.

"Yes..........? Well, aren't ya a beautiful one. Would ya like ta come and join us?" The taller woman enquired, as she reached out and took hold of the belt around (Y/n)'s waist, doing her best to pull her into the room. The lioness quickly moving out of reach. Her gaze dropping to the floor, as she felt her heart shatter into a thousand tiny fragments. The thought that despite everything that he had claimed. Everything that he had told her. As soon as she was out of his sight for just a few moments, Tyrion was once again finding comfort in the arms of a whore.

"No. I er............is lord Tyrion here?" (Y/n) replied. Doing her best to remain as dignified as possible. Her eyes flying up to meet the gaze of the other woman as she let out a soft chuckle.

"Oh yes, he's ere alright. He's just in the other room getting undressed." The woman informed her. (Y/n) feeling the knot in her stomach tighten, at her words.

"Do ya want me ta get him for ya?"

"No, no. Please. Do not trouble yourself. I am sure that he has far better things to do than concern himself with me. But I would appreciate it if you would pass on a message for me?" (Y/n) quickly retorted. The lioness fighting back the tears and heartache that were gnawing at her insides. The two women nodding in agreement.

"Would you simply tell him..........Goodbye." (Y/n) told them, before turning and making her way back down the corridor.