GOT ➨ Game of Thrones One Shots

[S4] Tyrion Lannister x Reader : { The Wrong Majority }

You were at the court, on Tyrion's trial. You had watched, in agony, as witness after witness bore endlessly against him- even his own sister.

Though, you weren't surprised about that last part- she was horrid and you'd seen it.

You watched now and, no matter how much those around you laughed, all you could do was stare at the little man and frown- in pity. You knew what it was like for people like him- your sister had been mentally challenged. Your dad was a cripple for defending her against a jeering public.

You curled your lip as you watched people mock him, and as soon as they called for the end you stormed out, leaning against the walls of this large building and staring off into the distance-

Being the daughter of a rich-ish merchant isn't any consolation when you're family's reputation was dampened by the...flaws, as many had referred to them-

It made you slightly jealous of the Lannisters but you would scold yourself and remember what state the little man- Tyrion- was in right now.

That was the reason that night you found yourself taking step after step awkwardly through the dungeons, until you found yourself at his cell, and being let in, the door locked behind you.

Nobody bothered to visit or ask to visit him, which was probably why you, a girl that he didn't even know, had been allowed in to see him.

You jumped a little as the door behind you slammed violently shut, but none the less you looked forward.

Tyrion turned his head, seeing you but seeming to just look straight through you, "To think, most the jesters in court might leave it in court. I never thought you'd bother to come torture me yourself." He darkly mumbled, and you clasped your hands together, fidgeting with them awkwardly,

"I'm not here to jeer at you, my Lord-"

"My lord? I'm No Lord now."

"You are, your just a Lord that was told he had to sit about in a dark room for a long time because of a crime he didn't commit, a crime that he did commit which really isn't a crime at all and a crime he did commit." You defended, your face now firm.

Now he was looking at you, straight in the eye, just a little interested in what you were saying, "Oh? Really? Enlighten me on my charges, I'd be interested to hear them." He seemed a little sour at these words, but you weren't too surprised-
He didn't know you, not yet.

"Joffrey." You began softly, taking a single shuffle forward.

"Oh, of course, the crime I committed-"

"No. Yes, and No. The crime you didn't commit was killing Joffrey. The crime you did commit was not being the one to kill him." You darkly declared, seeing a sprouting of shock on the little lord's face, "And... This other, 'undeserved' charge?"

"Being born."

There was silence for several moments after that, and you stared at the floor, wishing you could continue on your point, but just managing to blurt out, "I... I was one of the ones that didn't laugh. Maybe the only one. But I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

You saw a flicker of movement and noticed he had held up his hand, so you stopped in your sentence and looked at him pitifully, "No. I'm... Glad you did. Thankyou. At least one person might care- what is your name, my lady?"