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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 15)

WARNING: NSFW (if you hadn't already guessed) also y’all are so welcome for the audio

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“Agh!” I scowled, advancing on Tywin and spinning as I brought my sword down on him. I finally managed to knock his sword out of his hands, and he smiled when I did.

“Took you long enough,” he teased, pulling me in by my waist and kissing me deeply. I let one arm wrap around his neck, my other hand still gripping my sword. When I pulled back, I scoffed at him.

“I’m merely having a bad day, that’s all.”

“Of course, Lady Tyrell. Either way, you fought well. I know it’s not the same as killing someone, but I hope you enjoyed today regardless,” Tywin said, bending over to pick up the sword he’d dropped in the grass. They were sparring swords, of course, neither of us wanted to actually hurt the other.

“It’s not the killing that excites me, merely the winning,” I noted, brushing off his shirt slightly. He was only wearing a shirt and pants currently, and I was wearing a shorter, fairly breathable dress that I wouldn’t trip on or gasp for air in.

“We should get back, the sun will set soon,” Tywin noted, motioning for me to follow as we made our way back to the horses.

“And you don’t want to spend another night out under the stars with me?” I teased, taking his arm as we walked.

“I think I’m afraid of what I’d end up doing left alone with you like that.”

I felt my face go hot, and I looked down. I wasn’t sure how to tell him I wished he would do it. ‘It’ being pinning me down in the grass and taking me, of course.

We mounted our horses and started back for Kings Landing, both glad to have had our fill of time away from the city. I was also glad Tywin had been true to his word and actually bothered letting me fight with him.

“Aerys and I used to come out this way as boys. When we wanted to practice, of course,” he said, adding on the last bit rather quickly. It made me raise an eyebrow.

“Just to practice?” I insinuated, grinning. Tywin only looked away and scoffed, completely ignoring what I’d said. Fascinating.

“It’s comforting to know I’m still as good as I was then. It took you a bit to disarm me,” he teased, making me laugh.

“I’ll be certain to go harder on you next time.”

We both laughed then, and I felt so free. Time with Tywin was always valued, but especially so when we weren’t cooped up in some building in the Red Keep. It made me wonder what Casterly Rock would be like to actually live in. Then, on the mental subject of all things Lannister, an idea sparked.

“Shall I sing us a song, m’lord?” I asked, using a more common accent to joke. Tywin raised an eyebrow.

“Go on then. I’ll give you a gold coin if you’re any good,” he said, playing along. I merely smiled and began.

“And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?” I sang, watching his face carefully. I expected him to be annoyed, but if anything he looked appreciative.

“Only a cat of a different coat, that’s the all the truth I know. In a coat of gold, or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. Mine are long, and sharp my lord, as long and sharp as yours,” I continued, watching Tywin smile fondly. I wondered if he found it attractive to hear me sing the song which had been written for him. He certainly did have an enamored look in his eyes, and I wished I could know what he was thinking.

“And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of Castamere, but-“

“Now the rains, weep over his hall, and not a soul to hear,” Tywin joined in, and I raised both eyebrows in shock. His deep voice sounded beautiful, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“I didn’t know you could sing, Lord Lannister,” I teased, making him scoff and roll his eyes.

“I didn’t know you could sing either,” he shot back.

“Does it please you?” I asked curiously, riding a bit closer to him and examining his face. His cheeks were a subtle pink.

“Yes, it certainly does. You should sing for me more often,” he said honestly, glancing over at me.

Gods, his eyes were beautiful.

“I will if you decide to join me.”

“And speaking of which, will you join me in my chambers for dinner tonight?” He asked, looking over at me.

“Certainly. I’ll want to bathe and change first, of course, but I’d quite like that, Tywin,” I accepted with a smile.

“Of course. I’ll do the same.”

We exchanged a prolonged look, and my lips parted. There was a sort of nervous atmosphere between us. It made my heart skip, and butterflies consumed my stomach.

Only the gods knew what tonight would bring.

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“Cerella?”

“Yes m’lady?”

I turned to look at her as she helped me wash my hair, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Cerella should I… should I make a move on Lord Tywin tonight?” I asked, face flushing in embarrassment. I was usually quite a bold person, but the topic of sex had always been a bit foreign to me despite growing up with so many men. I supposed I’d never really given it much thought until now. Now there was someone I wanted to have sex with.

“How do you mean, Lady (Y/N)?” She questioned, gently washing my back.

“Should I- should I bed him?”

I watched her eyebrows raise in surprise, and I instantly felt I shouldn’t have asked.

“If you believe you’re ready for it, my lady. If he’s pressuring you and you don’t want to, don’t let him force you into anything,” she said sternly, looking at me pointedly. It was at least reassuring to know Cerella had my back.

“No! No, no, nothing like that. I want to… I want him, and I think tonight might be a good opportunity for it,” I explained, to which she nodded.

“Would you like me to fancy you up a bit? Just in case it should work out,” she offered with a small smile.

“Certainly, thank you, Cerella. Use the oil my grandmother bought me, it’s the one in the small pink jar there,” I said, motioning to my vanity. She rose from beside the tub and went over, grabbing the small vase and coming back over.

“This one?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Cerella placed the oil down on a small side table and then brought over my towel, wrapping me in it as I rose from my bath. I dried myself off, slipping into my undergarments and sitting on one of the sofas.

“Here, let me dry your hair and do a simple braid crown,” Cerella said, knowing I would want something nice but not too elegant at this time of the day. I sighed as she brushed through it and then proceeded to dry it off as thoroughly as she could.

“Are you… are you a maiden, Cerella? If you don’t mind me asking, of course,” I inquired, hoping it wasn’t too personal.

“No, m’lady, I’m not. Why?” She said, beginning to braid.

“Well, I’m afraid I am. Do you- do you have any advice for me?” I asked, inhaling nervously. I was so worried that even if the chance to sleep with Tywin did present itself I’d make an awful fool of myself.

“First and foremost, don’t let it be all about Lord Tywin. You should feel good too. I’m obviously not knowledgeable about what he’s like as a lover, but most men tend to be rather selfish. If he is, remember that intercourse is supposed to be enjoyable, and do what you’d like to make it that way,” she began, placing her hands on my shoulders to reaffirm it. I nodded.

“I’ve touched myself plenty of times, I know how to do that.”

“Good. As far as Lord Tywin goes, men aren’t quite as complicated as we are. Knowing him, he’ll want to be in control too, or at least he’ll expect to be. Perhaps try making him work for that a bit. He’s always liked it when you challenge him, after all,” she suggested, finishing my hair and reaching for the oil. I smiled at the thought. If I wasn’t shaking with nerves, perhaps I would try being a bit more dominant.

“As for… well, other parts…” I said, trying to figure out a decent way to word it. Cerella simply smiled.

“Focus on the tip, m’lady. And… if you’re using your mouth, suck. That’s the best advice I have as far as that goes,” she said, laughing softly. I couldn’t help but smile as she applied the oil.

“Which dress should I wear for tonight?” I questioned once she’d finished, wiping her hands on a wet cloth. She immediately grinned at me and made her way over to my closet.

“My personal recommendation, my lady? This one.”

I watched her pull out a red dress with quite thin sleeves and an ornate top. Though, the bottom was plain enough that it did not come across as something particularly fancy. Though, the red and gold coloring certainly reminded me of the Great Lion, and he wouldn’t miss the implications of it.

Slowly but surely, I was becoming his lady.

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In his own chambers, Tywin was also preparing himself for the dinner. He was not quite as nervous as you were, because in all honesty he did intend to keep his word to Olenna Tyrell, and he most certainly was not expecting you to advance on him.

Though, later on he would reprimand himself for it, as he should never assume anything from the Nightshade of the Garden. And, either way, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t picked up on something when the two of you had made such intense eye contact.

Tywin rose from his own bath, reaching for his towel and drying himself off as he did. He wrapped himself in a robe for now, as dressing would be his last step. For once, he also looked through his oils, feeling that perhaps tonight he should take the time to truly groom himself properly.

As he sorted through them and lifted several to his nose, he felt like a silly young boy somehow. Gods, what scent would a woman like?

He had not a clue.

He finally settled upon one with a rich, slightly vanilla scent and thought it would be satisfactory. After that, he made his way over to his own vanity and combed back his hair a little more carefully than usual. He had not a clue why he cared so much, especially as he fixed his stubble to make sure it looked neat and clean. There was nothing explicitly special about tonight, and yet… there was.

When that was all finished, he rid himself of his robe and made his way over to his closet. One of the nicest things about having such privacy in the tower of the hand--he found--was that he could walk around and sleep nude whenever he wished. He thought it best to take advantage of it now while it was still summer.

However, the sight of his body caught him off guard tonight. When he looked at his reflection, he stopped in his tracks and took a moment. Facing the mirror, he examined himself in a way that he normally wouldn’t. Normally, he would not care whatever he looked like, it’s not as if it mattered. But, in the strange mindset of wondering whether or not something might happen tonight, he found himself wondering if you’d find him repulsive.

He was in good shape for a man his age, to be certain. He had toned arms and legs, and his chest was quite built. But, at the end of the day, he knew he was not what he’d been as a young man, especially with the slight sag at the bottom of his stomach that had been there for quite a few years now.

He shook his head, trying not to let himself be overwhelmed as he put on his smallclothes and then began searching for a coat to wear. He picked out one of his new ones, black with subtle rose designs on the golden clips. Not to mention the gold vines along the shoulders with small berries integrated into them. It seemed both of you were making more bold statements toward each other in terms of dress tonight.

And, just as Tywin finished buttoning his coat, there was an announcement for you.

“Enter!” he shouted, looking himself over once more before going to greet you. He was ready, or so he told himself. He had not a clue that you were twice as nervous.

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I entered Tywin’s chambers, and found him standing by the table, meal and candles already set up. It was quite a romantic atmosphere, and it soothed me.

“You look beautiful,” he said once the door closed, pure adoration in his eyes. I felt my cheeks heat.

“And you look quite handsome,” I said, making my way over to him and admiring the small details of his coat. It seemed we’d both dressed with each other in mind tonight.

“Is this coat new?” I asked, knowing I’d certainly never seen it before.

“Yes, it is. You’re wearing the scent I like,” he observed, inhaling pleasantly. I smiled.

“You smell quite nice too, Tywin.”

“I’m glad you think so, I haven't a clue what women like on men,” he said, laughing softly and pulling out my chair for me. I laughed softly as I sat down.

“Well, I think this scent suits you well. What kind of meat is this?” I asked, looking down at my plate after a moment.

“Venison. Won’t be as good as the last we had, but it should still be delicious,” he informed, taking his seat and pouring us some wine. I brought it up to my nose and smelled it with a smile.

“Dornish?”

“Yes, very good.”

“It usually pairs well with mutton, in my experience, but I know you don’t like mutton very much,” I remarked, to which he gave a nod.

“Correct, and I’m not sure how you know that,” he said, somewhat surprised it seemed. I laughed and took a bite of the meat. It was very good.

“I have my ways, Tywin,” I answered, wanting to leave him unknowing.

“Yes, I’m certain you do.”

There was an awkward moment of silence as we ate, almost like we both wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out what to say. The nerves came back to me.

Was I going to advance on him? How would I even start?

“I’ve never seen you… in this dress before. It flatters you,” Tywin said after a moment, finishing up a bite and swallowing before he began. When he said it flattered me, I felt confident he was referring to the obvious amount of cleavage it revealed.

“I’ve never publicly worn it. It’s got Tyrell designs and styles, but I’ve always feared that the Lannister colors would give people room to spread more rumors about us,” I explained, taking a sip of wine to try and soothe myself. I felt so helpless under his gaze, like the sand that gets pulled into the sea with the waves.

“So you wore it tonight, just for me..?” He questioned, voice low and words slow. My face felt so hot I didn’t know how to make it stop burning.

“Y-Yes, I did. I thought… perhaps you’d like to see me in Lannister colors,” I said rather boldly, though I feared he could hear the tremor in my voice. I was trying as hard as I could to be the woman I was most of the time—bold and quite confident—but it was so difficult to do when Tywin was looking at me like this.

This being with an overwhelming amount of love and what appeared to be desire. It was almost as if he was trying to figure me out in his head, trying to read between the lines of everything I said.

“And perhaps you thought correctly. You look gorgeous in Lannister colors, (Y/N). They suit you,” he complimented, looking me over. I had to look down or else I thought I might explode.

“T-Thank you, Tywin.”

We’d both finished our meals, and I knew I was going to have to act soon or abandon my mission. Then I was presented a perfect opportunity.

“Would you like anything for dessert? I could have them bring something up,” Tywin offered, observing that I was clearly pensive. My eyes focused on his, and my heart raced.

“No, that’s alright. I don’t want dessert, I-“

“You’re certain?” Tywin asked, getting up to help pull my chair back, as he saw I meant to rise. I stood and faced him, making my best attempt at a deep breath.

“I don’t want dessert, Tywin… I… I want you,” I managed to get out, watching his face carefully.

“You have me, my dear,” he said casually, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. He hadn’t realized my meaning, which made me want to throw myself over the balcony.

But, I would not relent.

“N-No, Tywin. I want you- I want you to take me,” I whispered, choking out the second half with some difficulty. Both of his eyebrows raised.

“Take you where?”

I realized it then, that he was merely playing dumb. I wasn’t going to let him get away with it of course. If anything, his slight resistance made me more determined.

“I want you to take me to your bed, Tywin. I want you to take me to your bed and fuck me, please,” I said, getting quieter the longer I spoke. My heart was pounding so quickly I thought I might have some sort of heart attack.

Tywin’s eyes had this sense of desperation, like he was fighting himself, and I had not a clue why.

“I want to… (Y/N), I want to. Believe me, more than anything I want to take you. But we shouldn’t… we mustn’t,” he said, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I’d never seen such a conflicted look on a man’s face.

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated, (Y/N). I- your grandmother made me promise-“

“What?”

“She had me promise that after I took you into my bed, I would marry you,” he said softly, taking my hands in his. I sighed, realizing his dilemma.

“You’re not ready to marry me, Tywin. I understand, for i'm not ready to marry you either. But my grandmother isn’t here. She’s not going to know,” I said, pressing my hand to his cheek.

“I gave her my word, (Y/N). And what if she finds out? What if, gods forbid, I get you pregnant? What then? I just-“

I placed both of my hands on his face, making him look down at me and pause. I gave him a soft smile.

“Tywin, you’ll never hear me say this again. Stop thinking so much. I want to share your bed tonight, and share it fully. I want to feel you in the most intimate way I possibly can. And if you truly share the sentiment, then stop thinking,” I said softly, undoing a few of the clips on his coat.

“(Y/N)…”

I stepped back, keeping my eyes on him as I slowly undid the back of my dress. He stood there like a man paralyzed, lips parted and breath shallow as he watched me.

I let my dress fall to the floor, exposing my breasts to him, as I was now only in my underskirts. He looked so overwhelmed, as if slowly he could no longer think rationally.

“Please, Tywin,” I whispered, looking up at him. It seemed that was all it took, for he stepped in and kissed me, hands coming to my waist and then feeling the smooth skin of my back.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him close to me as we kissed so passionately. He surprised me then, picking me up and carrying me across the small courtyard and toward his actual bedroom, pushing the door open with his back and then closing it behind him the same way.

Meanwhile, I kissed his neck, nerves still rampant inside me as I processed what was about to happen. I was then sat on his bed, and kissed while the rest of my clothes were removed.

Tywin looked me over, admiring me completely naked. I felt compelled to cover myself, but I didn’t. Cerella had told me to be bold, so I would.

I reached for his coat now, removing it completely and watching as he simply threw it aside. It surprised me, as I would’ve expected him to take his time and fold it.

Nevertheless, I untucked his shirt as he removed his boots, also tossing them aside. His mouth came to my neck, and his hands to my hips. I held his neck, breathing heavily with all the sensations he was supplying me with.

“It’s your first time, (Y/N). I want to ease you into this. Do you trust me?” He whispered after a moment, seemingly coming back to reality for a moment. I stared into his blue eyes and nodded, biting my lip somewhat nervously.

“I want you to relax, I want you to feel good,” he told me, hands gently and slowly exploring my body. He held eye contact with me the whole time, and I let out a soft gasp as his hands came to my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples.

My nerves came, more than anything, from the fact that I had so little experience. But despite that, Tywin was managing to make me feel safe, to make me feel at ease.

“Tywin… I want to feel you,” I whispered, wishing to touch him like he was touching me. He said nothing, but removed his shirt, and when I kept staring at him also removed the rest of his clothes.

I looked him over, just as he had done to me, and he seemed oddly insecure as I did. To reassure him he was still in very good shape despite his age, I let myself place kisses along his chest.

He lifted my face, kissing me on the lips now.

“You’re so handsome, Tywin,” I whispered, running my hand through his hair.

“And you’re breathtaking, my dear,” he replied, kissing my shoulder. It was intimate, and I found that I quite liked it.

Looking at him again, I could not of course ignore his penis. He was already hard, with a length and girth that quite intimidated me.

The Great Lion of the Rock, indeed.

Tywin noticed my staring, of course, and when I looked up at him he smiled softly.

“M-May I?” I asked, curious more than anything. He gave a nod, watching as I reached out and took his penis in my hand. The skin was soft, and warm. I also didn’t miss the sharp inhale and flutter of Tywin’s eyelids as I touched him.

“(Y/N)…” he muttered as I began to rub, focusing on the tip just like I’d been instructed to. He kissed me again, one hand holding my hip as the other reached for my breasts.

We were taking our time, and I was grateful. Cerella had affirmed what most people said, which was that generally men were quite self centered during sex and got straight into it, but no, not Tywin.

Though, Tywin Lannister never was and never would be like other men. Thank the gods for that.

I was caught off guard when he gave me a soft moan, and it made me smile. It was strange to hear such a soft, raw noise from him, but I loved it.

“(Y/N)… lay back on the bed for me, hm?” He instructed, gently grabbing my wrist and forcing me to stop so he could think clearly. I nodded, scooting back and resting my head on the pillows.

He got on the bed as well, moving over so he was on all fours above me. He adjusted himself, lowering down a bit to kiss me. I held his face, kissing back to calm myself down.

Touching him was fine and all, but knowing he was going to touch me filled me with nerves again. He rose and knelt back, smiling at me softly.

“I’m going to touch you now, (Y/N). Is that alright?” He asked, hands on my knees. I nodded.

“Use your words, please,” he said, somewhat demanding. I swallowed.

“Touch me, Tywin. I want you to,” I whispered. He nodded, slowly spreading my legs apart and moving up a bit. He brought his hand between my legs, letting it brush against my thigh as it did so I’d always feel him.

“Before I do, I want you to vow that you’ll tell me if you don’t like something. I want you to enjoy this, (Y/N). If something isn’t pleasant for you, tell me and I’ll stop. I won’t be offended like a lesser man might be. I don’t know your body very well yet, I don’t know what feels good for you specifically. That’s why I’d like you to tell me if you’d prefer I do something else,” he explained, looking at me quite seriously the whole time.

“I’ll tell you, Tywin. I promise. A-And the same goes for me. I don’t- I don’t know what I’m doing, to be honest. I want to learn how to touch you, too,” I said, licking my lips nervously. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me again.

“I’ll show you how, (Y/N). Don’t worry.”

When he moved back up, I felt his thumb come to my clit, rubbing softly but not too softly. It sent shivers up my spine to be touched there by someone else, especially as he observed my reaction.

In all honesty, I knew I was soaked, I could feel it on my thighs, but Tywin had not said anything. There was a slightly smug look on his face, but I assumed he did not want to make me nervous by teasing. Not this time, anyways.

Carefully, I felt his middle finger prodding my entrance. He gave me a look, asking if I was ready. I gave him a nod, and he pushed it inside.

I let out a slight gasp, feeling him pump and curl the digit before adding a second once I’d adjusted.

“Tywin…” I moaned, his large fingers hitting the perfect spot within me, thumb still circling on my clit.

“Right there, hm?” He whispered, noticing that I’d become a bit more vocal and responsive to that motion. I nodded, letting my hands grip the sheets as I shut my eyes and threw my head back.

“Look at me, (Y/N). Let me see your eyes,” he said, making me force my eyes open and look at him. He smiled sweetly, adding a bit more pressure and speed to his fingers.

“Tywin!” I gasped, letting out a soft moan and trying as hard as I possibly could to hold eye contact with him. My back arched into his fingers, and he let out a low chuckle.

“So pretty like this, moaning for me. Are you going to cum, (Y/N)?” He asked, voice deep and filled with lust. I whined out incoherently and nodded. Gods, I’d never felt pleasure like this. To finger myself had been one thing, but knowing that it was Tywin fingering me was something else entirely.

I was losing my virginity to the man I’d hated for 13 years, what a thought.

Though, with the immense pleasure I was in I practically couldn’t think, and as I came around his fingers I cried out his name so loudly it made me glad we were so secluded in the tower of the hand.

“Tywin! Oh gods, T-Tywin!” I moaned, gripping the sheets as hard as I could, my body practically lifting off the mattress.

“Shh, sh, there you are, sweet girl. So good for me, hm?” Tywin muttered, fingering me through my orgasm and slowing his hand as I came down from the high.

He gently removed his fingers from inside me, and held them up to show me the white, creamy substance they were covered in. My face went hot. It had happened to me a few times before, but I always had a difficult time managing to orgasm so hard it produced that.

I watched him lick his fingers clean, smiling at the look on my face. That was when he moved back a bit and leant down, kissing my breasts and down along my stomach. But he did not stop there, no.

There was a look in his eyes that I could only compare to one thing: a lion about to pounce on its prey.

When I felt his thumbs spreading me apart, and his tongue on my clit, I inhaled sharply, having never felt such a sensation before.

Tywin brought my legs over his shoulders, and I felt his stubble gently rubbing against my thighs. I moaned at the feeling, and when he looked up at me with those blue eyes, my back seemed to arch into him even further.

He added his fingers again, making me cry out his name and burying a hand into his hair. I was so overwhelmed and in so much pleasure I thought I might’ve died and gone to heaven. Tywin was so good at this, and it was making me want him inside me even more desperately.

“Tywin… Tywin…” I said, trying to get his attention in the midst of my pleasure. His eyes looked up at me, and I swallowed.

“I want you now… I want you to take me,” I said, voicing my desires. He raised an eyebrow, slowly lifting his head away from between my legs.

“You’re certain?” He asked, beard glistening with my slick. I smiled and nodded.

“Yes, but perhaps wipe your face down first,” I suggested, making him chuckle and point at his nightstand. I grabbed the handkerchief there and handed it to him, watching him clean himself up and set the cloth aside.

He moved beside me, hands slowly running up and down my body as he did. He pulled my back into his chest, kissing my shoulders again.

“I’m going to take you like this, if that’s alright. This way I can touch you without you needing to be on top. And I can kiss your neck,” he explained, placing sweet kisses there afterwards. I giggled slightly, turning my head and reaching back to cup his face. I kissed him, and he reciprocated, one arm wrapping around me and the other going between my legs, gently parting them.

Tywin adjusted himself and moved closer to me, and I could now feel the tip of his cock brushing against my thighs.

“Are you ready?” He asked softly, breaking away from my lips for just a moment. I nodded, placing my arms on top of the one he had wrapped around me.

I felt him rub against my clit for a moment, and I gasped out softly. Tywin kissed me again, and as he did, I felt him push inside me. Not all the way though, so I could adjust. Carefully, he would pull out a bit and then push back in, going just a little deeper each time.

“Gods… so wet for me, (Y/N). You feel s-so good,” he gasped, giving me a soft groan.

“Oh Tywin…”

I couldn’t help but moan as I felt him stretching me, his free hand now coming to rub my clit. When he pushed all the way inside of me, he also pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I let out the most desperate moan in existence.

We stayed like that for a bit, hips slowly rocking but not doing much. Tywin’s thrusts then became slow and long so I could properly adjust to his cock, and I was whimpering the whole time.

“You’re so good for me, hm? You’re taking me so well, sweet girl,” he whispered when I pulled away from his mouth for a breath. I let my head turn and rest on the pillow, and so he moved to kiss my neck now.

“F-Faster, Tywin… please,” I whined, to which he groaned in response and let himself pick up some pace. He was huge in comparison to the two fingers I used on myself, and I’d never felt so properly filled.

I began to buck my hips against him, and he let out quite the moan as I clenched around him.

“Gods, (Y/N)…” he panted, picking up the pace even more now and still miraculously managing to rub my clit perfectly. I was whining so loudly to the point it even made me surprised at myself.

Pleasure was consuming me, and I gasped as Tywin began to suck at my neck.

“Tywin! Oh gods don’t stop,” I cried out, reaching back and letting one of my hands go through his hair. He simply moaned and continued to lap at my neck.

There were so many sensations, and it all felt so good. Tears began to drip down my cheeks because I was so overstimulated, and Tywin knew.

“Tears streaming down your face as you take my cock, hm? Is that how good I make you feel, (Y/N)?” He whispered, kissing my neck as he did.

“Y-Yes! So good… so good, Tywin,” I whimpered, feeling him pound into my sweet spot. The pressure was building and I needed him to keep going. I thought I’d die if he stopped.

“You look so pretty like this, (Y/N). Moaning my name and arching your back against me. And you’re all mine… fuck,” Tywin groaned, feeling me clench around him once more.

“You’re so big… so big, Tywin,” I gasped, still overwhelmed by the pure size of him as he thrust himself into me. When I moved my hips a certain way, I could feel the tip of him hitting against my cervix and it drove me insane.

Everything felt so good, and I wasn’t even aware of my volume as I moaned Tywin’s name. Not to mention the sound of our skin slapping together. And of course, every now and then, Tywin wouldn’t be able to stop his own moans from escaping.

“I’m- Tywin- I’m gonna- I’m gonna…” I wasn’t even able to finish my sentence. I was so overwhelmed, the pleasure building in my lower abdomen making me unable to concentrate on anything other than Tywin’s thrusts, and somehow also the scent of the oil he’d put on.

“Go on, sweet girl. Cum on my cock for me, I’ve got you,” Tywin whispered, moaning and holding me even closer somehow.

I felt myself reaching my orgasm, and I moaned his name so loud I wouldn’t even have been surprised if his guards had heard it several rooms away. I gripped the sheets with one hand and his hair with my other, desperate for anything to stabilize myself. He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, moaning loudly as my insides pulsed around him. There was still a pressure within me, and both of us moaned as I squirted on his cock, finally relieving that pressure completely.

“(Y/N)… gods… (Y/N),” he gasped out, now just as incoherent as I’d been a few moments ago. Tywin moaned several times at a much higher octave than before, and as I went limp beside him I knew from his gasp-like moans that he was about to cum.

I felt him pull out, followed by the warm spurts of his seed on my thighs as he let out a loud, high gasp and clung to me.

I leaned back and kissed him as he shook, and I realized this was the most vulnerable I’d ever seen him. I’d seen the man cry before, and yet here as he came down from his own orgasm, he held me so close, so desperately it was as if he’d die without me.

I let myself snuggle into him, and we both relaxed in silence for a few moments, catching our breaths and coming back to earth completely.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered in my ear, nuzzling his head into mine. I smiled softly and reached back to cup his cheek.

“I love you so much, Tywin. You made me feel so good tonight, so cared for. Thank you,” I replied, to which he smiled.

“It’s been so long since I’ve bedded a woman I actually love. I’d forgotten… well, it’s different. It’s so much better I couldn’t even begin to describe it,” he said, kissing my neck sweetly. I noticed that he had left several marks, but I was so happy I couldn’t bother to care.

“Well, I’m glad I was able to satisfy you,” I said with a small laugh, turning to face him. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead. He was being quite affectionate right now, and I liked it a lot more than I probably should have.

“You will always satisfy me, (Y/N). You probably satisfy me far more than you should. I often wonder why the gods sent me a sharp, beautiful young thing like yourself to me. I don’t think I’ve done enough good in my life to deserve it,” he grumbled, to which I kissed him sweetly.

“Perhaps that’s exactly why. Even the worst men can be better with a woman’s love, as you yourself have proved,” I teased, making him reach over and playfully smack my ass. I let out a little yelp, and he smiled as I gaped at him, both of us beginning to laugh.

“But I mean it, Tywin. You’ve got a bit more of a grasp on empathy now, and you actually smile. Plus, I’m not saying I didn’t need you. When I was 14, you’re what made me determined to grow up, to be the best woman I could possibly be. And even now, you’re still helping me refine myself and grow,” I said, letting my thumb stroke his beard as I held his cheek.

“I certainly won’t deny it. Not to mention, you do think a lot more than I do,” he pointed out, which of course made me smile.

“Yes, I do. I’m glad I didn’t tonight, though,” I said softly.

“I’m glad too, my dear. Let me clean you up.”

Tywin reached for the cloth he’d set aside earlier, motioning for me to open my legs a bit. Carefully, he wiped up his cum from my thighs and cleaned up anything else that was on the two of us. When he was finished, he discarded the cloth and pulled up the blankets, scooting in closer to me.

I let myself rest my head on his chest, legs intertwining with his. I felt his gentle kiss on my forehead, and everything was peaceful in the room. For the first time in months, there was not a single concern or thought in my head besides the man next to me, and I was content with that.

It was just Tywin and I.

What else mattered?

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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 30)

WARNING: NSFW/Mentions of sex

A/N: AHH alright, so I'm kind of losing it. It's genuinely hard to believe that A Lion in the Garden is over, or at least plot wise anyways. Because yes, I am going to go back and edit, along with adding new chapters into the main plotline to help with pacing and all that, but this is the end of Lady Tyrell and Tywin’s story and it is honestly making me emotional. I started this story in late November, and in the last six months I’ve written about 170,000 words about these two, which is around 300 pages the way that I have it formatted in google docs. So, needless to say, this has been quite the journey for me and also for all of you who have been reading as I publish. And a giant thank you to everyone who’s shown support for my story, because even when I was busy or lacking motivation, knowing that there were at least a few people desperate for the next chapter made me keep working, and now I’m here. Anyways, with all that said, please enjoy the last chapter and know that I am so grateful for all my readers <3

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To finally be in the tower of the hand was a blessing. I had spent no less than three hours in the great hall, and if I’d been stuck there any longer I might’ve gone mad. Thankfully, Tywin knew me well enough to know that my patience was wearing thin, and had distracted a few lords so I could slip away.

It was about 10:00 when I made it back to our chambers, and instantly I collapsed on one of the sofas in Tywin’s bedroom, removing my shoes with a sigh. I massaged my feet and ankles, tired after quite literally standing still for hours on end. If I had been walking the whole time it would’ve been fine, but it was like I had been stuck.

“King Tywin Lannister…” I muttered to myself, getting up from the sofa and going over to the mirror. I could’ve rang for Cerella, but it was late, and the last thing I wanted was to be rude. In all honesty, I wasn’t sure I could tolerate a conversation right now. All I wanted was to let my hair down, remove my gown, and fall asleep.

No, that wasn’t all I wanted. I wanted Tywin beside me too.

But he probably wouldn’t have the chance to join me until much later, and I couldn’t wait for him. Sighing, I grabbed at the pins in my hair, taking them out and running my fingers through it afterwards. It had not relieved my headache as much as I had hoped.

I reached backward then, watching myself in the mirror as I undid my dress. I suddenly wished that Tywin had dressed me in red this morning, for at least I could’ve felt connected to him that way. The entire day—though not purposefully, of course—he had been so distant, and now all I wanted was to feel like he was with me.

My dress fell to the floor, and I undid the rest of my unnecessary undergarments with a sigh of relief. I turned to go towards the dresser and find a nightgown, but I noticed that one had already been laid out on a chair. I was unable to hold back a smile, grabbing my gown and other undergarments from the floor and folding them as neatly as I could. Cerella had known me well enough to understand that I wouldn’t want to speak to anybody at this hour, and so she had set out my nightgown in advance. Gods, I loved her.

I set my clothes down on the chair, taking the nightgown in my hands once I had and slipping into it. I found that I dearly missed the warm nights that Tywin and I had spent nude, lazily sprawled out under the thin silk sheets. The nights had become colder, and soon the days would too. After that, it would only be a matter of time before the ravens came from the citadel. Then the blankets and furs on our bed would pile, and I would press myself closer against him. Perhaps that was not so unfortunate.

I slipped into bed, pulling the blanket up to the bottom of my neck and finding a comfortable position. I settled into the mattress with a sigh, my head sinking into the pillow with a sort of relief. It was odd, however, to be falling asleep without Tywin by my side. The bed felt too light without him, and I wondered if I would be able to sleep without the sound of his breathing beside me.

King Tywin Lannister.

Everytime I found myself drifting off, that came back to me. It was still such a shocking concept, and I wanted it to feel normal more than anything. For some reason, though, I simply couldn’t make it sound correct. Queen (Y/N) Tyrell.

A small shiver went up my back, and I had to turn onto my other side in bed. I kept hoping for the sound of Tywin’s boots outside the door, but they would not come. It was almost funny to me, how much comfort was derived from a man that plenty of people considered an insufferable cunt. Myself included, let it be known.

And yet still, I felt restless without him. I had a million questions to ask, and a million reassurances I wished to receive. Although, I guessed he was worse off than I was, probably surrounded by far too many noblemen… and noblewomen.

Now I was lying on my back, a sort of jealousy sparking in me and making my body go hot. Never before had I ever felt that somebody would try and disrupt my relationship with Tywin, but if he was to be king, surely the title of queen looked appealing to many ladies. Just as I was certain the concept of birthing little princes and princesses did.

Would Tywin want children now? His relationship with Tyrion had improved, yes, but would he go so far as to put him on the throne? I wondered if that was better or worse than Casterly Rock. But that was only for a moment, because the idea of heirs was most important. I knew for certain that the titles of prince and princess had not changed my feelings, but sometimes Tywin was hard to predict. Although, if I hadn’t been so tired and my head not so clouded, I would’ve known instantly that his opinion upon the subject had not changed.

Eventually, this train of thought became so tiring that it no longer made sense, and the words in my head were not coherent any longer, especially as I had turned back onto my side and closed my eyes once more. My breathing had begun to slow as well, and slowly but surely I drifted off.

In my dreams, I was on the battlefield. I somehow knew that Tywin was there, but I did not see him. The other odd thing was that it had been snowing, and it was somewhat reminiscent of Winterfell. It was unlike any battle I'd ever been in.

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Tywin was utterly exhausted. He had been in constant discussion ever since you’d left the hall, and it was now approaching 2:00 in the morning. He was making his way up the tower of the hand, already grasping at the top of his coat and undoing the clips. It was unlike him to undress anywhere besides his chambers, but gods he couldn’t help it.

All he wanted was to slip into bed beside your warm body and hold you close, because just as you needed his support, he needed yours. He was not an overly emotional person, but he could admit that to feel you in his arms would relieve the unbearable amount of stress he had accumulated in the last 24 hours. He had single handedly made House Lannister the most powerful and placed them on the throne; it was truly a wonder.

Tywin did not bother looking at the guards outside his door when he entered his office, he only pushed the door open with a slight sigh and carefully shut it behind him. It wouldn’t have been enough to wake you up regardless, but it was so quiet that he did not want to disturb the silence.

He fully shrugged off his coat now, draping it over his arm as he went towards the bedroom door. That one was handled carefully too, opened and closed as softly as was possible. There were a few dim candles lit, but overall the room was quite dark. He could see you, though, lying in bed with your face turned toward the door.

The candles were behind you for the most part, and it gave your figure a pleasant outline. Although, your face was partly buried in the pillow, and an odd feeling of guilt ran through Tywin. Had you been crying?

He took light steps across the room, placing his coat down on the same chair that you had left your gown. He sat down in another, reaching down to pull off his boots with a soft groan. Once he had done that, he untucked his shirt from his pants and then continued to strip. Tywin found his black robe in the dresser and promptly slipped it over his head, periodically looking over to make sure you were still asleep.

Entirely ready to sleep now, he approached your side of the bed. He lifted his hand to your face, the back of his fingers brushing against your cheek. It did not feel as though you had been crying, but it was impossible to tell. He felt the pillowcase too, and was reassured by the dryness there. No, you had not been crying.

Quietly, Tywin made his way around the bed until he reached his side, carefully lifting the blankets and getting in with as little disruption as was possible. You seemed relatively undisturbed by the shifting of the mattress, and he knew he had not woken you. Tywin laid on his back with a quiet sigh, feeling utterly relieved to finally be in bed and alone. It felt like being alone, at least, for your company was never disruptive to him.

He had been drifting to sleep, but was suddenly startled by a jolting beside him. When Tywin opened his eyes, he saw you shake beside him. He moved to reach over and hold you, but you had shot straight up with a gasp, and he could see a sort of fear in your eyes.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” He asked, having to clear his throat as he sat up and placed his hands on your arms. You looked over at him—as if processing that he was there—and then nodded. Something had clearly started you. “A bad dream?” he questioned, gently cupping your cheek and bringing your forehead to his lips.

“Yes, y-yes. It was just a bad dream,” you whispered in reply, swallowing. The way you said it gave the odd impression that you were trying to remind yourself of it, not that you were telling Tywin. He gave you a sympathetic look, though you did not notice.

“Come, sweet girl. Let us sleep,” Tywin whispered, slowly coaxing you back down to the mattress. He sighed out airily when you moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. He could feel your stress and uncertainty being relieved as you held him, and he could not keep himself from holding you with the same ferocity.

Tywin clutched at you, wrapping his arms entirely around you and pressing you to his body as much as was physically possible. He knew he wouldn’t, but there was an odd desire in him to sob. He did not want to be the king, all he wanted was to remain here with you.

“Oh Tywin…” you muttered, inhaling his scent with an overwhelming sense of comfort. Your own scent was simultaneously giving him the same feeling. You had begun to nuzzle into him, too, much as a lion would. In response, his hand had come to your hair, cupping your head as one does for an infant. It had come from some sort of protective instinct, and even knowing that there was nothing to fear, Tywin would not let go.

His queen.

With both of you feeling utterly at peace in each other's arms, it did not take long to fall asleep. You had drifted off first, and the sound of your tired breathing had sent Tywin to sleep right after you. He had been so glad to hold you, and perhaps even a bit happy that you were tired and disoriented, for you had asked no questions. Those would come in the morning, he knew.

Tywin would happily answer them then, but for now, all he wanted was sleep. And with you wrapped up in his arms, that was no strenuous task at all.

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Tywin had woken up before me, though he had not left our bed. When I opened my eyes, I understood that I was cuddled against his chest. However, when I looked up at his face, he was already smiling down at me.

“Goodmorning, my dear,” he said, his voice a bit deeper and harsher than usual. He must’ve not been up for long. I smiled, adjusting myself and sitting up slightly before reaching over to kiss him. Tywin gave a soft hum against my lips, hand coming to my hair as he kissed me back. The mornings that he got to stay in bed with me were always the best ones.

“Goodmorning, Tywin. What time did you come to bed last night?” I questioned, laying back down and resting my head on his shoulder. I felt his hand lifting my nightgown, and then suddenly his warm palm against my hip. He loved to feel the skin there, for some odd reason. Though, I would never complain, for I loved it too.

“Far too late. I only managed to escape the great hall at 2:00. Your nightmare woke up just after I came to bed,” he said, resting his chin on my head. I furrowed my eyebrows, as I did not remember waking from my dreams. I had experienced a nightmare, yes, but waking up because of it? I certainly could not recall that. Well, it was of no importance.

“I see. If you’d really wanted to, you would’ve left much earlier,” I said, knowing him better than that. Tywin Lannister would never do something he didn’t want to. At least not something like that.

“It would have been inappropriate.”

“Oh yes, I’m certain.”

I laughed, shaking my head at how ridiculous my husband managed to be. I suspected not a man like him had ever lived, nor ever would again. It was almost comical, for Tywin Lannister was rarer than a dragon.

“We have much to discuss,” Tywin said after a moment, instantly making my smile fade. I could hear in his voice that he similarly did not want to, but felt it necessary. He was right, of course.

“Yes, we certainly do.”

“What’s most important to me, (Y/N), is that you’re alright. You shook during the ceremony yesterday. It’s all been somewhat overwhelming and sudden, hasn’t it?” He asked softly, one of his hands reaching for mine and holding it. I nodded, sighing out and glancing around the room.

“I suppose I- well, I hadn’t even considered that you had a claim. For some reason, the only two I had suspected were Jaime and Tyrion, and when I heard men in the hall discussing that it ought to be you, it did shock me. But it’s not you being king which frightens me, it’s the idea of me being queen. I’m nothing like my sister in that regard,” I admitted, suddenly finding one of the tapestries on the wall to be the most interesting thing I’d ever seen. Tywin had it put up after our wedding, and I hadn’t really taken any appropriate amount of time to consider it. There was something so beautiful and erotic about the nude figures, and it was a perfect distraction from my embarrassment.

Tywin suddenly moved beside me, and I realized he wanted to get up from bed. I moved off him, sitting up and watching him quizzically as he went over to a drawer and rummaged around. When he seemingly did not find what he was looking for there, he left the room. I simply waited, absolutely puzzled as to what he was doing. I assumed that like always, he was trying to prove a point.

He came back in with a rather large, rolled up parchment in his hands. He set it down on the table, undoing it and then using books that were already on the table to keep it open. Tywin then turned around and motioned for me to come over. I did so, scooting off the edge of the bed and adjusting my nightgown as I walked over to him.

He had laid out a map on the table, and after a minute it clicked in my head. It was a map of King’s Landing. I raised both eyebrows at him as a signal to explain, knowing he was going to come to a point eventually.

“As you are aware, the smallfolk of King’s Landing are not entirely fond of me. If I’m to be their king, my reforms must actually have a directly positive impact on their lives. Tell me, how do I improve a city ripe with crime, disease, overcrowding, and homelessness?” Tywin questioned, gesturing to the map he had laid out. I let out a breath that was almost a laugh, feeling that the question was impossible. Staring at the map was not helping me any.

“You cannot improve all of those things single handedly, Tywin. Therefore, I cannot possibly have any ideas that would do such a thing,” I said, knowing that we needed to be realistic in this instance. He still hadn’t come to his point yet, and it was irking me.

“It’s not single handedly, I have you. But even if I didn’t, that’s not what I mean. Give me a solution to just one of those problems, please,” he said, gazing down at me with a sort of twinkle in his eye. Where was he going with this? I looked at him hesitantly for a moment, but when all I received was an expectant look I knew he was serious.

With a sigh, I turned my eyes to the map once more. Gods, the layout of Kings Landing was absolutely horrendous. It was no wonder that overcrowding was a problem just based on the way that everything was structured. And of course, overcrowding led to disease, so I supposed a solution to the overcrowding would perhaps help that as well. The idea came to me then.

“Tywin, where was Tommen’s carriage destroyed?” I asked, turning to my husband for a moment. His expression was blank, but he pointed down to a certain street on the map.

“Right around here.”

“Well surely that much wildfire must’ve destroyed some of the street and the buildings around it, right?” I questioned, feeling that it must’ve been a completely logical assumption.

“Correct. I was told that these complexes here are practically ruins now, and several of the common folk in them were either seriously injured or killed,” Tywin informed, making my heart sink a bit. To think a religious order had caused such suffering.

“I see. We ought to make sure their families are provided for at the very least, and given reassurances that the sparrows will be held responsible,” I muttered, hearing Tywin give a hum of approval beside me.

“I’ll have Varys see to that.”

“Perhaps I ought to go with him. It will appear more genuine that way. Plus, then I can inspect the site myself. The problem with Kings Landing is that it wasn't built with any particular layout, but if we can slowly rebuild with a more thought out design, then it would be able to more adequately house the smallfolk, and if there’s less overcrowding, that also means less ability for disease to spread. Sickness is bound to spread in large cities, but if we could limit the amount of families living in one house, that ought to help,” I reasoned, continually looking down at the sheet before me and trying to formulate some kind of design in my head based off of what I knew about Highgarden’s layout. Though, King’s Landing was admittedly a much different space.

“And how do you propose we go about building such a thing? To redesign and rebuild the entire city is quite a hefty task. It would displace many,” Tywin pointed out, though I shook my head in disagreement.

“Not if we do it slowly. We could also use the sept to house people, there aren’t any more nobles in need of a marriage that grand so far as I’m concerned. And as we carry it out, we could also hire the smallfolk to help build. It would improve our economy significantly and reduce the amount of unemployed and homeless, especially because the new layout would ideally use the space available most efficiently. I’m no architect or city planner, but I’m certain we could find somebody from the citadel who would be more than helpful with that matter. We ought to focus on agriculture as well, especially with the upcoming winter. It will remain relatively warm enough to plant certain crops, and it would certainly relieve a burden off of Highgarden. Plus, the more jobs available the better,” I rambled, thinking of the endless benefits that redesigning and rebuilding King’s Landing would have. If we could execute it correctly, which I was certain we could, it would be infinitely useful.

When Tywin said nothing, I looked over my shoulder at him. I had leaned over the table subconsciously, both hands spread on the map like I was planning for battle. My husband was smiling rather fondly, and I raised a curious eyebrow. What on earth was making him grin like such a fool?

“A few years ago, (Y/N), when I saw you for the first time since you were 14, I had not a clue what to expect. For a moment, I thought you had remained as immature as you were as a young girl, but you quickly proved me wrong. You had leaned over my table then, just as you are now, and told me that we would be stupid to go through that ravine, because if Stannis sent men in another direction and they realized we were coming, we would’ve been easy to repel. You were admittedly correct, and I understood that you were no longer an inexperienced child. Now you stand here, telling me exactly how we ought to earn the respect of the smallfolk and more than that, how it will be beneficial for all involved. You underestimate yourself, (Y/N), and of all my concerns, you being a good queen is not one of them. You have always been a leader, that won’t change just because the title sounds more intimidating,” Tywin explained, stepping toward me and cupping my face in his hands. My lips parted as I stared up at him, my heart somehow pounding in my chest at the sentiment he was expressing. There was something so indescribable about the way that Tywin managed to reassure me, and I often wondered how it was possible.

I reached for the fabric of his robe, pulling him closer to me and lifting my head up to show him I wished for a kiss. He chuckled softly, moving his hands from my face and grabbing my hips instead. Tywin bent down, pressing his lips to mine with a noise of satisfaction.

“You’re far too good at that,” I whispered when he pulled away, making his eyebrow raise.

“What, kissing you?”

“No. Well, yes, that too. But I meant that you’re far too good at reassuring me. I’m always in my head and you always know how to pull me out,” I said with a smile, unable to look away from my husband for even a moment. Even after all this time I was still so smitten with him.

“It’s because you often do the same for me, even if you don’t realize it,” he remarked with a kiss to my forehead.

“And speaking of, well, reassurances… the subject of succession, your succession, I mean… do you- are you still firm on the subject of children?” I asked, knowing that was one of the other things I needed to discuss with him.

“Yes, I am. Why? Has the prospect of them being a prince or princess changed your opinion on it?” He questioned in reply, a certain hesitation in his voice as he asked it, almost as if hoping that mentioning he hadn’t changed his mind wasn’t the wrong thing to say.

“No! Gods, no. I just- I wasn’t sure if… well I don’t know. Your relationship with Tyrion has certainly improved, but I didn’t have a clue if it had improved enough to make you give him the throne. You were already unsure about giving him Casterly Rock,” I pointed out, watching him nod as he listened to what I was saying. He was contemplative.

“Casterly Rock must have prestige associated with it. Jaime is no ruler, but he would not make the Lannister name an embarrassment. To have Tyrion there, whoring and drinking constantly, would be a problem. The throne has no obligations, it is expected for kings to drink and whore. Tyrion will get the throne once I am gone, and I feel quite certain he will rule far better than most,” Tywin explained, one of his hands holding mine and the other on the table, gently tapping against the wood. He quite frequently fidgeted with his fingers, I realized. I wondered if somehow it helped him process his thoughts.

“I see. That’s easily settled then,” I remarked, somewhat glad it had been resolved so easily. I had expected a much longer conversation, but I was quite satisfied. Tyrion would be a good king.

“Yes, it is.”

I thought for a moment more, and then an insecurity from the previous night came back to me. I found myself looking down, not wanting to see Tywin’s reaction as I said what was on my mind.

“You’re correct, Tywin. Kings certainly are expected to whore, drink, and hunt,” I mumbled, feeling insanely uncomfortable with the jealousy I was experiencing. Surely every woman in the seven kingdoms would be throwing herself at him now.

“(Y/N), a crown is not suddenly going to transform me. Just like any other man, I have been with whores, and I have enjoyed them, but you are my wife. I had no need to marry you, House Tyrell was already firmly tied to House Lannister. I married you because I love you, and that means I have no intentions of being unfaithful. I would hang any woman who tried to flirt with me, because I will not see our marriage insulted that way. Rest assured that you are the only woman I want, and that is not going to change just because they decided to put me on the throne,” Tywin assured me, hand coming under my chin and forcing me to look at him. He was entirely genuine, I could see it in his eyes. In all honesty, I knew everything he said was true before he had even bothered to open his mouth, but somehow hearing it outloud brought such relief.

“I merely hate the thought of women looking at you with desire.”

“And now you understand how I feel. Perhaps you’ll stop teasing so much when I get possessive.”

I laughed then, shaking my head and embracing Tywin. There was always something so lovely about knowing I was the only person with whom he acted this way. His hands were on my hips again, and when he gave them a slight squeeze I knew exactly what he was about to say.

“And believe me, none of those whores are anything like you. It left me rather unsatisfied,” he whispered, which had initially been what I expected. Then I was given quite the surprise.

“Unsatisfied?” I questioned, wondering if he was insinuating what I thought he was. He observed me for a second, as though he were debating whether or not he ought to admit something.

“About two years ago, when you left to go make negotiations with Robb Stark, I sent a description to the brothel. At that point, I was unaware that you returned my feelings. We hadn’t even kissed yet, but you were driving me mad. It was impulsive of me to do, and I felt incredibly guilty afterwards… but I- well, I couldn’t even finish with her. From behind, she certainly looked similar. Your same height, hair color, skin tone… but she wasn’t anything like you. She did not hold herself with any confidence, the sound of her voice was wrong. She did not moan how you would’ve, and when I leaned down her scent was nothing like yours. That’s when I had to stop. I paid her and asked her to leave. She wasn’t you…” he said, revealing what was probably the most shocking thing I had ever heard him say. I was trying to process my feelings, but in all honesty I had no idea what to feel. How are you supposed to feel about learning that a man fucked a whore with you in mind? More than anything, I was just surprised. I hadn’t even considered that Tywin desired me at that point in time.

“Tywin…” I whispered, not sure what else to say. It was the only thing that would escape my throat. Should I be offended that he had done it? Should I be flattered? There certainly was something erotic about the idea that I had driven him so mad with lust he had gone so far as to find a whore that looked like me. But at the same time, I hated the idea of him fucking another woman. He was mine. Although, as he had said, that was exactly why he’d stopped. She wasn’t me.

“You had been in my room in the last day or two. We had discussed something, I don’t remember what, but you had sat on my bed. You’d been fidgeting with the lace on one of the pillows, I remember that much. You left your scent on it, and that night… when I realized…” he trailed off, and it seemed that just the memory of it had sparked lust in him. I swallowed, instantly understanding. Yes, I was decided. That was utterly erotic.

Suddenly I was picturing Tywin naked, laying in bed that night with a sort of disappointment that the whore had not fulfilled his desire for me. I imagined him turning over and suddenly inhaling a familiar scent. He would flare his nostrils a few times, discovering that something smelled just like me. He would check the pillows around him, and then he would find the one that I had left my perfume on. Tywin would proceed to inhale deeply, and the lust would spark in him again. He’d reach down, touching himself as the scent consumed him entirely and he shut his eyes.

I came back to the present after picturing that, and I felt the heat in my cheeks. To think of Tywin in such a context was entirely new, but I found that I liked it.

“Until that night, I hadn’t been with a whore since weeks before the Battle of Blackwater. Once I had spoken to you again, (Y/N), you became my only desire. You called me an insufferable cunt, fine, I would prove you otherwise. Nobody had ever dared to say such a thing, and what had piqued my interest was that I knew you did not mean it just to be insulting, it was genuinely what you thought of me. When I wasn’t working, I was thinking of you. And when those thoughts became different in their nature, I did what I thought would satisfy the urge. No. No, it most certainly did not. I couldn’t have anything less than you, I discovered. Nothing ever has and nothing ever will compare to you, (Y/N).”

I felt my heart pounding with his words, so overwhelming was the love inside of me. Suddenly I could not keep myself off of my husband. I instantly kissed him, grabbing at his hair and moaning into his mouth. He did the same in response, and every touch was so raw and genuine. He lifted me from the ground then, letting me wrap my legs around his waist as he took me over to the bed.

He sat me on the edge of the mattress, standing between my legs as his lips grasped at mine. Gods, it wasn’t even 9:00 yet and we were already like this. His hands had come to my thighs, and he had to pull away for a moment, absolutely breathless.

“(Y/N)… (Y/N)…” he muttered, pressing his forehead to mine. I cupped his cheeks, swallowing and catching my own breath.

“I love you, Tywin… I love you so much,” I whispered, smiling slightly and looking into his eyes. He also smiled softly, removing his hands from my thighs and embracing me instead. It seemed that we were both equally emotional and lust-filled.

“I love you far more than I ought to, (Y/N). My queen… my Nightshade of the Garden… my wife,” he said softly, tucking some of my hair behind my ear. He kissed me again, softer this time. I responded the exact same way.

It was an interesting thought, that I truly had no idea what would come next for us. I found that I did not care, for it did not matter. Tywin and I would continue on, just as we always did.

—————

“You look very handsome, your grace. The sash fits well.”

“It’s not your grace just yet, Cerella. And he does look handsome, even if perhaps a bit gloomy.”

I was fixing up Tywin’s outfit for the coronation, and he had decided on his black coat with the lions on the shoulders. On top of that, I had fixed a golden sash around his torso, as I was trying to prevent him from looking too plain.

“I do not appreciate your jokes,” Tywin mumbled, which only made me smile even more as I adjusted his belt. He was simply so easy to tease.

“Have you ever considered taking the black, husband? I feel confident they would allow you to keep your wardrobe,” I jested further, finally stepping away from him and feeling satisfied with his appearance. Cerella had brought in my own dress and was presently waiting for me to strip out of my nightgown.

“Ha! If I did, it would leave you begging,” he replied snarkily, only continuing to grin when I smacked his arm.

“Do you hear him, Cerella? My husband is surely the most insufferable cunt in all seven kingdoms,” I scoffed, undoing some of the lace on my nightgown and pulling it over my head. My undergarments had followed, of course, and Tywin had pretended not to notice my nudity as he ran a hand over his hair in the mirror.

“Here, my lady,” Cerella replied, handing me a fresh set to put on. She had not addressed my claim, but was smiling in a way that told me she appreciated the joke. I supposed that after serving the two of us for so long, she’d been forced to become accustomed to our constant teasing and yapping.

I pulled on the clean undergarments, and I held still as she assisted me with the lacing of my stay. After that came my gown, of course, which was a deep scarlet red. The top had minimal gold and white detail, for on top of my dress I was wearing a beautiful porcelain corset. It had absolute gorgeous ornamentation, with perfected gold detailing along the edges and roses painted on it. It had been a gift for my 24th name day, and I hadn’t found an occasion for it until now.

“You look absolutely stunning, my lady,” Cerella said as she helped me put it on. I smiled at her for a moment, and then I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. It certainly was quite the sight. Cerella had done my hair beforehand too, wanting to make sure that everything would stay in place.

“Yes, she does. You’re breathtaking, wife,” Tywin noted, coming up behind me and placing his hands on my hips, just below the corset. I hadn’t even realized he was watching, in all honesty.

“Well, my husband is being made into the king of all seven kingdoms today. If that isn’t a good occasion to be wearing this, I don’t know what is,” I remarked, watching Cerella step back and take my dirty nightclothes out. Tywin and I were left alone after a moment.

“I have something to give you, (Y/N). I’m not certain what jewelry you were planning to wear, but I think you ought to consider this.”

I watched him retrieve a flat, square box from his dresser with a small smirk on his face. I was suspicious of him, just as I always was. Tywin brought it over to me, and I turned to face him with a raised eyebrow. Carefully, he opened the case and revealed an absolutely stunning necklace. It made me gape, and I quite honestly had no clue what to say in reply.

“What do you think?” he questioned, lifting his gaze from the jewelry up to me. I managed to avert my eyes too, though with quite some difficulty.

“It’s gorgeous, Tywin. Would you- would you help me put it on?” I asked softly, watching the satisfaction settle in his eyes. He said nothing, but nodded and motioned for me to turn around. I did so, watching him move around in the mirror and remove the necklace from its case. I adjusted my hair as he came up behind me, and I could feel his breath against my ear as he hung the thing from my neck. I felt the gentle clasp of it, and he carefully removed his hands. For such a gorgeous, detailed necklace, it was not nearly as heavy as I had suspected. I put my hair back in place with a sort of entrancement.

“It looks beautiful on you,” Tywin said after a moment, still standing right behind me and admiring my reflection. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around my waist and let his head lean against mine.

“I think this would look beautiful on anyone, Tywin. Maybe even on you,” I jested, though there was no humor in my voice. Something about seeing myself this way was shocking, and I could not tear my eyes away. I looked like a queen.

“No, I doubt that. I had it specifically made for you, the measurements are specific. You are the only woman who’s ever been meant to wear it,” he said, his voice low and clear. I placed my hands on top of his, swallowing and then letting my lips part with a sort of overwhelmed feeling.

“I wonder, Tywin, if you will ever stop spoiling me like a child,” I remarked, finally looking at him. As well as I could, anyways, for our faces were rather close.

“I have never spoiled you like a child. I have spoiled you like a wife—as you deserve,” he replied, placing a chaste kiss against my neck. I leaned into him, a sort of warmth filling me. To think this man had been my worst enemy a few years ago was incredibly odd, for now he was the most important person in my life. To think that a cut, a sword, and a set of armor might’ve changed my life forever.

There was a knock at our door which I recognized as Cerella’s, and I knew it must be time for us to leave. I moved myself from Tywin’s grasp, though I took his arm once I had. From there, we made our way out of the tower of the hand and down to the throne room. The walk was quiet, but the entire time Tywin kept me close. Occasionally, he would look over at me and hold my gaze for a few moments before looking away. I wondered if perhaps he was trying to make sure I was still there, as stupid as that sounded.

When we reached the double doors, I felt him take a deep breath and noticed his gaze set firmly on the wood in front of us. I pressed my lips together, blinking a few times as I debated whether or not I should ask him how he was doing. I decided it would do little harm.

“Are you alright, Tywin?”

“Of course.”

It was kurt, and perhaps a bit sharper than he had intended. He was stressed, I understood. He was not easily made this way, either, and I felt awful. The man standing beside me was not only Tywin, he was the king. In this moment, the second identity had to be worn.

“I did not mean to use such a tone,” he said after a minute or so, finally looking at me. There was the husband again.

“It’s alright, Tywin. You don’t need to apologize. Not today,” I whispered, giving him a sympathetic look. A sort of relief settled in his face, as though he was at least glad I was not upset by what he had said. I had learned Tywin well enough to know it was not truly him.

Slowly, the double doors were pulled open and the two of us were shown to the entire court. My heart skipped a beat, as if I was suddenly processing that we both were on public display. With a swallow, I stepped forward in sync with Tywin, looking straight ahead in spite of my nerves and desire to observe every face. Margaery would inform me of looks afterwards, I was certain.

There was a silence in the room as Tywin and I walked through the isle, heading straight up to the throne. It was almost like a moment of peace, a moment of time that nobody else existed in. I found that I could not resist the urge to look at Tywin, and even despite his appearance as king today, he looked back at me. Oh, and those eyes. Those blue, blue eyes with their green flecks. I loved this man so much.

We reached the platform then, and together we ascended up the steps. I made eye contact with Kevan, who Tywin had chosen as Hand of the King, for he never wanted politics to cause strife in our marriage. Although, both of us were aware that I would continue to be his most trusted source of guidance and advice. And, it was a good thing Kevan was hand too, for I did not want to relinquish our chambers in the tower and he had no problem whatsoever taking the kings instead. The bed was bigger in there, but Tywin and I had no problem sleeping close together.

It was Kevan who I had expected to stand beside at the ceremony, too, but Tywin did not drop his arm. With an open mouth, I found myself standing in front of the throne with him, and there was a smug look on his face.

“Let them see that the queen has every bit of power that the king does. Your title is owed a crown,” he whispered before we turned around to look upon the crowd. I was still somewhat shocked, but I did not let it show as we faced everyone.

Tywin’s arm detached from mine then, but he then opted to grab my hand instead. He was certainly full of surprises today, and I could not keep myself from giving a subtle smile when his hand squeezed mine.

The high septon was behind us, and once Tywin and I had settled in, he began with the ceremonials. I—in all honesty—was not listening to what he was saying whatsoever. Tywin had been running his thumb up and down the side of my hand for the last several minutes, and that was all I could focus on. That and the two crowns I had noticed in the corner of my eye. One was much larger, and had the face of a lion upon it. The other was about the size of my head, and was covered in thorns and roses.

The high septon had been going on about the seven blessing and guiding Tywin for at least 10 minutes now, and I hadn’t really processed what was being said until I was mentioned. It was not something that had ever been said in a coronation before, at least as far as I was concerned, and Tywin had given me the most fulfilled of looks when he’d heard it.

“And may his lady wife support him in all his endeavors and be a pillar of strength in the crown. May she show love, compassion, and kindness to all in the kingdoms, and lead just as bravely as the man beside her. The Queen (Y/N) Tyrell, long may she reign,” he said, placing the golden crown of roses atop my head. Its weight was pleasant, and the echo of ‘long may she reign’ from everyone in the hall sent a slight shiver up my spine. Tywin squeezed my hand once more.

After that, the High Septon moved on to Tywin, and I was unable to remove my eyes from my husband. He looked every bit the king, standing tall with his perfect posture and elegant coat. The High Septon held the crown above his head, and with a shout of ‘long may he reign,’ it was placed upon his head.

“Long may he reign,” I repeated with the rest of the crowd, smiling at the sight of the golden lion upon Tywin’s white hair. It matched the blonde strands that remained on the edges of his head and his cheeks.

Loud applause filled the room for King Tywin, first of his name, and I experienced the sort of feeling that one gets before battle. The feeling of rallying your men, of hearing them cheer as they prepare to die for you. Would these men fight for my husband? Would they die for him? I would.

Tywin looked over at me then, and when our eyes met I knew everything would be alright, somehow. There were trials to come, I knew, but it was impossible to feel frightened when the man beside me was looking at me the way he was. Tywin and I had faced everything together for the last few years, and I had no doubt in my mind that we would continue to do so now.

“My Queen,” Tywin muttered, lifting our hands and kissing the back of mine. It was as if he had forgotten everyone in the hall was there, even as their applause continued to ring in our ears. I smiled even more now, looking up at my husband with utter adoration. Every choice I’d made in my life had been the right one, for I could not imagine living without this man. The Great Lion of the Rock and the Nightshade of the Garden.

Tywin Lannister, I could say confidently, was the most important thing in my life. The man I trusted, guided, received guidance from. But most importantly he was the man I loved. They said that Westeros had not seen a match such as ours in centuries, if ever. And standing beside Tywin in front of the throne, his hand in mine and our eyes stuck on each other, I had the odd sensation that they never would again. For how could they?

I could not imagine another tale such as ours, with the hatred of him in my youth turning to eventual friendship in my adulthood, and then that friendship eventually turning to love. Tywin and I had fought wars together, settled conflict together, and kept all seven kingdoms intact together. What other couple could boast that? None. None could. There were no couples like us. There were no people like us. There was only us.

My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Tywin’s hand at my waist, and I realized that he was pulling me towards him. Before all present in the hall, he kissed me. Tywin was passionate, and yet simultaneously loving. I could not resist the urge to smile as I kissed back, the sensation of his familiar lips causing a wave of utter contentment to wash over me. A sense of peace. When Tywin pulled away, he smiled at me. It wasn’t even a small smile, it was genuine and raw. And I could see in his eyes, it was not the crown atop his head that had made him smile. It had been me, standing right beside him as the High Septon had placed it atop his head. I kissed him once more, with not a single care as I did so.

For they would never see our like again.

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