Disclaimer: I do not own A Song of Ice and Fire by George RR Martin, i do however own the non-canon character(s) of this story. This is purely a work of my personal enjoyment so i ask you to not expect anything worthy of the great GRRM. I fully welcome criticism/suggestions as this is my first attempt at a fanfiction. The story will eventually be finished (i hate leaving things unfinished) but i have no real schedule. Please review as i'd love the feedback.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Old, rich, and powerful, the Reynes had prospered greatly from Lord Tytos's misrule. Roger Reyne, the Red Lion, was widely feared for his skill at arms; many considered him the deadliest sword in the westerlands. His brother, Ser Reynard, was as charming and cunning as Roger was swift and strong. Time passed and in 261AC a young Tywin Lannister sent a raven to Castamere and Tarbeck Hall, demanding that Roger and Reynard Reyne and Lord and Lady Tarbeck present themselves at Casterly Rock "to answer for your crimes."

"The son is not his father." Reynard spoke

"He's still a boy." Lord Roger replied, tossing the boys letter aside.

Reynard shook his head for a moment, "I assume we're not going to Casterly?" He knew the answer well enough, his brother would never take orders from a cub like Tywin Lannister no matter how different the boy was compared to his father.

"The boy calls us to Casterly and we'll go to Casterly, but not alone." Roger smiled.

The Reynes and Tarbecks chose difinance instead, as Ser Tywin surely knew they would. Both houses rose up in open revolt, renouncing their fealty to Casterly Rock. So Tywin Lannister called his banners. He did not seek his father's leave, nor even inform him of his intent, but rode forth himself with five hundred knights and three thousand men-at-arms and crossbowmen behind him. House Tarbeck was the first to feel Ser Tywin's wroth.

"Call the banners you fool!" Lord Tarbeck commanded

"It's too late m'lord, the enemy are already here..." A young man replied, nothing but a common guardsmen, scared out of his wits. "We cannot stop them!"

The Lannister host descended so quickly that Lord Tarbeck's vassals and supporters had no time to gather. "Then we ride out and meet them!" Foolishly his lordship rode forth to meet Ser Tywins host with only household knights beside him. In a short and brutal battle, the Tarbecks were broken and butchered. Lord Tarbeck and his sons were beheaded, together with his nephews and cousins, his daughters's husbands, and any man who displayed the seven-pointed blue-and-silver star upon his shield or surcoat to boast of Tarbeck blood. And when the Lannister host resumed it's march to Tarbeck Hall, the heads of Lord Tarbeck and his sons went before them, impaled on spears.

"Ellyn..." Lord Roger spoke as rage filled him. The Red Lion arrived in time to see Tarbeck Hall in flames. Two thousand men rode beside him, all he had been able to gather in the short time available. Tywin Lannister had three times his strength. "We attack. Fast and swift, before they can prepare." Lord Reyne hoped that surprise might carry the day, he commanded his trumpets to sound the attack and charged headlong into Tywin's camp. After the first shock, the Lannisters recovered quickly and their numbers soon began to tell. Lord Reyne had no choice but to wheel and flee, leaving near haft his men dead upon the field. He escaped, but not before taking a crossbow bolt between the shoulders, punching his backplate. The Red Lion rode on, only to fall from hos horse less than haft a league farther on; he was carried back to Castamere.

The Lannister host arrived at Castamere three days later. Like Casterly Rock, the seat of House Reyne had begun as a mine. Rich veins of gold and silver had made the Reynes near as wealthy as the Lannisters during the Age of Heros. It was in those deep chambers that the Reynes retreated now. Feverish and weak from loss of blood, the Red Lion was in no fit state to lead so Ser Reynard assumed command as the less headstrong but more cunning of the brothers, he knew he did not have the numbers to hold the castle walls, so he abandoned the surface entirely to the foe and fell back beneath the earth. Once all his folk were safe inside the tunnels, Ser Reynard sent word to Ser Tywin above, offering terms. Tywin did not honor him with a reply. Insted he commanded that the mines be sealed and once that was done he turned his attention to the small, swift stream that fed the crystalline blue pool beside the castle from witch Castamere took its name. It took less than a day to dam the stream and only two to divert it to the nearest mine entrance.

Tywin ordered a final sweep of the castle, expecting to find nothing. To his surprise however Ser Reynard had left behind his wife, who's screams of labor could be heard echoing in the halls; no doubt Ser Reynard either thought Tywin wouldn't harm a pregnant woman or it was simply too dangerous to move her with the child on the way. "The gods do have terrible timing" Tywin thought to himself as he entered the room and drew his blade, the line of Reyne would end with this child...

"Tywin!" Tygett Lannister stared at his elder brother

"I thought i told you to stay with the men?" Tywin was unfazed by his brothers presence

"You did." Tygett's hand moved slowly upon his sword. "Now i'm here, stopping you from this madness. You cannot kill a newborn for the sins of its family."

"Its a boy!" Tywin pointed at the child and it's mother

"He's innocent!" Tygett would not back down, not this time. "Father would never-"

"Father is a fool!" Tywin paused, "If we let this child live one day he will grow claws, and what then my dear brother? What happens when he grows up into a lion?"

"He'll grow up a Lannister!" Tygett knew his brother spoke the truth, but he couldn't kill a newborn child simply because he may or may not seek vengeance against his old family, a family he'd never know or love. "He'll be one of us." he thought to himself and sheathed his blade.

The room was silent. "The mother must die. She would poison it against us." It was not a question, Tywin moved across the room, grabbed the child with one hand and slit the thought of it's mother with the other. She didn't cry nor fight, perhaps out of bravery or the understanding that her son would live, it mattered not, the child would be a Lannister in all but name and would never rise against it's new family.

Summary

Lann Reyne, a name for a true Lannister and a constant mockery to a once proud house. He spent his youngest years as a ward of Casterly Rock, growing up under the guidance of Tygett Lannister who was given the honor of being the lads protector. At the age of six Tygett named the boy his squire, mainly to get him as far away from the Rock as possible, since Tywin had inherited it with the death of Lord Tytos. Lann spent the following years under Tygett learning to master the sword, gaining his first taste of real battle against The Kingswood Brotherhood. Here our tale begins in earnest, with the early events of Lann's life and later with the story of his children.

We begin in 280 AC with the events of Lann Reyne's life. Then the main story begins in 297 AC with exploits of his children.

This is a story i've had in my head for over a year. It's long. I have moments when i desire to write this but none to write my House Soul story so i will be slowly typing up both when i have the time and drive necessary to do so. These fictions are purely for my own enjoyment, i post them here encase anyone else wishes to read them. In the case of this story i cannot find any that use House Reyne as i plan to use them, or at all, so i guess it's a little more unique than my House Soul story. I hope you enjoy.

Ages at the beginning of 298 AC
Lann Reyne: Age 37 - Born 261 AC
Tygett Reyne: Age 18 - Born 280 AC
Arthur Reyne: Age 16 - Born 282 AC
Ellyn Reyne: Age 13 - Born 285 AC
Robb Hill: Age 8 - Born 290 AC