Chapter 1: Lost Lion's Return

Hello everybody! Iskander Mandoraekon here with a new chapter for the Drabbles. This story is a Crossover between the Fate Series of Type/Moon and Game of Thrones, where instead of being assimilated into the Heroes Throne at the end of her life when she was struck down by our beloved Artoria, Mordred Le Fay's soul was taken by the mischievous Merlin and placed in the infant body of Tyrion Lannister's daughter that he had with Tysha, to grow up as the heir of Tywin Lannister.

In this alteration of the Game of Thrones timeline, Tywin Lannister didn't find out about Tyrion's marriage, due to Jaime not telling him about her, until around the time that Tysha was giving birth.

Look at the last page where you'll find the Thalia Baratheon story if you want an age index for the characters in the book.

I do not own Fate/Apocrypha or Game of Thrones

285 AC, Lian Village

It took all of the Imp's willpower to not rush through the wooden door that his beloved wife lay behind with several of the village's midwives as another scream of pain came from their shared bedroom in the small cottage he had built for the two of them.

Each scream from his fifteen year old wife made the twelve year old dwarf shoot towards the door as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, and each time, he was told very firmly by the girl's mother who was leading the pregnancy that he was to not interrupt in case things went south because of his distractions.

The golden haired dwarf could only sigh tiredly as his large head dropped down into his tiny hands again, staring at the worn, wood and dirt floor that had made up his and his wife's home after he had met her and run away from Casterly Rock.

Most Lannisters like himself and his siblings would have been born amid the golden decor of the Casterly Rock Keep, with dozens of attendants ready and waiting to help both mother and child, especially when they were closely related to the Lord of the Rock.

However, due to the fact that he knew his father would react rather violently to learning about his secret marriage and try to kill his soon-to-be born child, the imp's child would be born in secret, in an out of the way cottage in Lian Village, a small town over eighteen miles from Lannisport.

Another scream rang out through the cottage, causing him to grimace as he fought his impulses to rush to his wife's side. He had been married to a cobbler's daughter named Tysha for over a year now, having married her in secret after falling for the girl when he and Jaime had saved her from bandits that sought to have their way with her.

To Tyrion, Tysha was the most beautiful creature he had ever set his mismatched eyes upon, something his brother would disagree about given his, not-so-secret to his little brother, relationship to their beloved/hated sister.

So far after having eloped from the Rock, the two of them had managed to keep their marriage secret from his father, due to saying that he was going on a tour of the Seven Kingdoms.

Something that his brother Jaime found out to be a lie upon hearing about it, Tyrion had never been truly able to lie to his brother, the only one of their immediate family to not actually hate him for his disfigurement and mother's death.

Tyrion secretly dreaded the day that his father would find out that his youngest son, a mere boy of but ten-and-two, had married a commoner and had a child on the way.

Tywin Lannister had never been a forgiving man, something he had decided to be after his own father drug the family name through the dirt with his overbearing kindness, the now old lion building up the family reputation by being a ruthless leader that made his enemies fear him and his retribution should they slight the Lannister name.

If his father found out about Tysha, the old Lion would probably kill her and their child in anger of an imagined stain on their family or as another punishment for his last son.

Just as those thoughts finished their way through his head, Tyrion heard one last scream before the angry crying of a newborn could be heard echoing throughout the small cottage. In an instant, before the youngest midwife could speak, he was through the door like a golden flash.

'I'm a father!'

However everything came crashing down around the golden imp as he took in the sight of his unmoving wife on the bed and the grim faces of the midwives, his happy grin falling away as a look of horror came onto his face.

Before he could move to Tysha's bedside and begin begging for his beloved wife to live, his mother-in-law stooped down and wrapped her free arm around his shoulders to calm the tiny man, her other hand placed the bundle in his hands, speaking in a monotone, "Your daughter, milord."

"H-hello there little one," Tyrion said weakly as he looked down at the newborn in his hands, idly noticing that it was a girl. 'I'm a father…"

Tywin Lannister stared silently at the cottage before him with a grim sneer as he dropped down off his horse, tossing his reins to his most recent squire, sparing a small glance back at the young Westerling House heir, before resuming his walk.

Turning back to the cottage he had learned that his youngest son had run off to with a commoner of all people, the Lord of Casterly Rock strode quickly to the wooden door of the small building, which was quickly broken down with a kick of his foot, before he gained access to the interior.

Once done waiting for his guards to secure the entry and make sure there were no threats to their liege, he started to walk towards the door at the opposite side of the cottage from the entry where sobbing could be heard, his hand resting in a ready grip on the hilt of the longsword that sat comfortably at his waist.

He paused once he arrived at the door of what looked to be the main bedroom, his free hand resting against the wood of the door, behind which his youngest son had hidden himself away for over a year, instead of being on the trip he had told him of.

Tywin had been enraged when one of his spies that kept an eye on the people in case of revolt had come to him during the middle of his breakfast, mere hours ago, to tell him that his imp of a son had married a common girl from an out of the way village.

If this had been under normal circumstances, Tywin would have simply disinherited the dwarf, in order to finally cast him out of the Lannister House for this action, unfortunately, with Jaime as a member of the Kingsguard due to Robert refusing his request to release him from his oath despite Jaime's murder of the previous king and Cersei was the Queen of Westeros, he had no other that could take the position of his heir that bore his blood.

… And he really didn't feel it in him to betray Joanna's memory by taking another wife…

And so, the Lion that had brought about the ruin of Castamere took a breath before pushing the door open and walking in.

Just as he walked in, ready to completely reprimand his son and tear him away from the whore that had seduced him, Tywin found himself being stopped in shock of the scene that he found before him.

There was blood everywhere.

The girl his son had fallen for, lay completely still on the birthing bed, her blue eyes unseeing as they stared up at the ceiling and her skin pale as the dead, probably cold as ice too.

For the first time in the past twelve years, Tywin Lannister found himself shocked into silence. This girl, who looked to be no older than ten-and-five years, was dead. All color in her skin gone; leaving her skin cold and clammy, with the sheets that surrounded her covered in blood.

He had seen this scene once before, only in a much different place and with someone much more dear to him than all of his children, dwarf or not.

This was how his beloved Joanna had looked after giving birth to the misshapen son of his that he had come to find after a year of missing from the rock and his supposed tour around the Seven Kingdoms.

Speaking of his missing son, Tywin finally located him as he tore his emerald eyes away from the haunting scene before him that reminded him of his lost wife, and the forty-three year old Lord Paramount of the Westerlands found his imp son sitting in the corner of the room, his small arms holding a shifting bundle of cloth like it was his only lifeline, while staring at the corpse of the girl he had taken as his wife.

Tywin's heart clenched in sympathy for just a moment as he took in the sight of his son's face that had been so similar to his own at the death of his wife. He knew exactly just what the ten-and-two boy was feeling, having gone through the same ordeal when his second son was born.

The only difference between the two was that Tyrion was not looking at the newborn in his arms with hatred like he himself had done to the imp. He wasn't trying to wrap his hands around the babe's neck to strangle the life from the newborn.

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on the lord of the Rock…

Tyrion killed his mother on the way out of her womb, and now it appeared that his own issue had done the same thing to the wife he had taken, whether his father approved or not.

Walking over to his son's side, he stared down at the bundle that rested in the dwarf's arms, a small head with a tuft of Lannister golden hair poking out of the blanket and resting peacefully in her father's grasp.

"Tyrion…" He began silently, his face and emotions coming back under the iron grip he usually kept. "Hand the child to me."

"What…?" Came the defiant growl of his son, which made the older man cock an eyebrow in his direction to see that his youngest son's mismatched eyes were glaring up at him with the rage of a lion in them.

If this had been any other moment, he might have been proud of such a look being on his youngest's face.

'But now is most defiantly not the time or place…' Tywin growled to himself as his eyes narrowed angrily at his son. "You will give me the child; she will be going to join her mother's family."

"You will never see her again and you will be fucking grateful that I let the little bastard live instead of bashing her against the stones for being an insult to my family," Tywin snarled at his charge. "Do you understand? I will not have some… baseborn bastard laying claim to the Lannister House!"

"My daughter is not a bastard!" Tyrion roared at the man, his green and blue eyes radiating a rage that made Tywin step back slightly in shock at how the usually meek dwarf was reacting, in a few weeks he would remanence of how it reminded his bannermen of himself. "Tysha and I were wed by a Septon before the Seven, making my daughter a proper Lannister! Even if her mother was a commoner!"

As Tywin opened his mouth to snarl back at his defiant son, the imp interrupted him with something that made him pause, "Do you really want to be named a Kinslayer so much, father?"

"Look at her, father," Tyrion said as he stood on his stubby legs, shifting the bundle so the lord could properly see his first grandchild. She was awake now and a pair of fierce green eyes the color of a wild forest stared straight back at Tywin, only filled with curiosity for the old man standing before her. The newborn, which couldn't have been more than a couple hours old, didn't shed a tear or make a protest when Tywin slowly lifted her away from her father's grasp.

And so, Tywin inspected the baby with a careful eye, checking for any signs that she might have shared with her father's misshapen form. To his stoic relief, the Warden of the West found that his son's curse hadn't passed down to the girl.

Her head was covered with small tufts of golden hair, but it was the Lannister green eyes that were so much like his and his twin children's own, that really stood out to the inspiration behind the Rains of Castamere.

"My daughter is a Lannister by blood and law," Tyrion said silently, his dual colored eyes never leaving his father in case he needed to intervene before the Lord of Casterly Rock could do anything untoward his daughter. "Tell me that she would not be a good addition to the family, she certainly doesn't have any deformation that would have her looked at like an abomination like I have."

"Very well…" Came Tywin's sigh as he looked at the newly born infant before he turned his green gaze at his son. "I will not kill her."

"However Tyrion," Tywin said, making the near smile on the dwarf's face fade. "There will be two conditions to this."

Tyrion nodded sadly, having known that he and his daughter wouldn't get off scot free, looking at his father's face in the hopes that it wouldn't be too much for him to handle, "Very well father, what are these conditions?" He asked, his face looking more tired and worn looking like a tired veteran rather than a boy of ten-and-two.

"The first one," Tywin said as he kept his eyes on the bundle before him, idly taking note that sleep had once more called for the baby. "I will raise the girl; I will be the one to give her the education she needs for a member of a noble house."

Tyrion nodded silently, probably having known that his father would have said that.

"And for my second condition," the older man continued. "This is the most important; you will no longer have any claim to the title of Heir for the Lordship over Casterly Rock and the Westerlands, instead, once she is of age, I will make… your daughter… my heir and the heiress to the Westerlands."

"Done," Tyrion said without a second's hesitation, surprising Tywin that he hadn't given the issue anymore thought. Though he shouldn't be all that surprised, what was the Lordship of Casterly Rock to the imp, when compared to the fact that his father had actually accepted his daughter from a secret marriage?

"And finally, we must give her a name suitable for a High-born Lannister," Tywin said, looking down at the precious life in his hands, a small smile tugging at his lips that he instantly killed before his disfigured son could see it. "What is her name to be? As her father, I will allow you that right."

Tyrion pondered that question in his mind before smiling tiredly as a single word was whispered into his mind for the baby sleeping silently in his father's arms, "Her name is Mordred. Mordred of the House Lannister, the first of her name."

When Tywin Lannister returned to the Rock with his son in tow, everybody from the most high-born lady to lowest commoner thought that the Imp was going to be punished severely for his lie towards the Lord of Casterly Rock.

However all of the gleeful awaiting for a punishment to be handed out from the high-borns quickly turned to surprise when instead of bringing shame and harm to his solemn dwarf of a son, Tywin instead stood before the court and introduced his first granddaughter, who would become his heir in place of his last son.

And thus began the life of Mordred Lannister, daughter of the deformed Lion and heir of the Lion's Den.

Something that would bring a lot of uproar in later years when Cersei learned of her niece's existence.

And that is the end of this chapter; make sure to review on how much ya'll liked it. For this story, I was hit with the inspiration to make a crossover between the Fate Series and Game of Thrones due to reading Fate/Apocrypha shortly after finishing my Thalia Baratheon story.

In here, after the battle between Mordred and our beloved Artoria, Merlin (the mischievous little shit he is) decided to have fun at the expense of the world and transported Mordred's soul to the world of the Song of Ice and Fire where she would be born to Tyrion through his union with Tysha; making sure it would last by subtly distracting Jaime before he could tell his father of Tyrion's marriage so he wouldn't find out until it was too late.

So for this story, Mordred takes Tyrion's place as heir to Casterly Rock under Tywin Lannister's wing and we will get to see the changes she brings to Westeros simply by existing and being the reincarnation of King Arthur's willful daughter.

That's all for now, Iskander Mandoraekon signing out, Ja Ne.