Edited: 27/10/2017

Ser Erik Clegane was a big man. Standing at eight and a half feet he was the tallest man in Westeros and certainly the strongest. He hailed from a house of landed knights, it was a young house founded by his grandfather after he had saved Lord Tytos Lannister from his pet lion, sacrificing his leg for his liege lord. His grandfather had been gifted a keep and some land close to Casterly Rock. His grandfather too had been big boned, in fact all the men in his family were huge, his brothers Gregor and Sandor stood smaller than him though, Sandor at seven and a half feet and Gregor at eight. It seemed with every generation the Cleganes grew higher. Erik's mother had once joked that they must descend from giants.

Ser Erik Clegane was not a good man, that he knew, he killed and he enjoyed it, yet his brother Gregor gave new meaning to the term 'psychopath'. He raped, he murdered, he stole, and he had no concept of kinship. When he was a child he had scorched off the left side of his brother Sandor's face in a hot brazier for playing with his toy. The only reason the then boy had lived was because Erik had hurt his screams and had thrown Gregor off and beaten him senseless.

Gregor was big, but Erik was bigger and he intended never to let him forget it. He was the patriarch of his house after their father's death and no one else.

Erik was currently walking towards his liege lord Tywin Lannisters tent in the camp. They had been camped outside of King's Landing for days awaiting the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen to open the gates and allow them to reinforce the city against the invading self-proclaimed King Robert I Baratheon.

He had been summoned by his liege earlier on, he assumed it was to do with his place in the coming battle. The towering Erik Clegane in his thick steel plate armour with the three dogs of his houses sigil emboldened into the metal was a sight men could rally too. Men followed him because of his size and Tywin was fond of using him for such a purpose. Just looking at Erik gave the men on his size a boost in morale and the opposite to the enemy.

After all, who wanted to fight a giant?

Erik knew he was little more than a pawn in Tywin's games yet he didn't care, he allowed him to kill, and kill he would.

Eventually the crimson tent with the blazing golden lions of House Lannister came into view. He quickened his pace as he neared the entrance, two very brave guards attempted to stop him entering but he simply pushed them aside and entered.

"You called for me?"

Tywin looked up from his desk with a grimace. Erik never called him 'my lord' or any other honourific, if it were any other man he'd have them killed, but Erik was too important for that. House Cleganes men were some of the best trained in the Lannister army not to mention Erik himself.

"Yes, we must discuss plans for the coming battle."

Erik nodded and moved forward to the desk, his eyes coming to rest on the plans and letters that were neatly spread across the ornate wood.

Tywin spoke again, "Under my orders Grandmaester Pycelle has managed to convince King Aerys to let us in."

Erik's eyes widened at this, he had been worried his men would be trapped outside the capital city when the rebels arrived.

"Good, shall I give my men the order to approach the gates." He questioned, eager to enter the city.

"Yes, the whole army shall enter today, but not to aid the king-"

At this, Erik's body froze. Tywin intended to betray the Targaryens?

"-Rhaegar was killed at the Trident. The Targaryens will lose this war and I intend to be on the winning side. Only a fool would fight the losing battle."

Erik stayed silent.

Tywin showed his signatory cruel smirk, "Good. You will play an important part in the sacking. It is your duty to remove Aerys and his grandchildren. We will present the bodies to King Robert as a show of loyalty. You are excused."

Erik Clegane and his men were the first to enter the shit-pit that was the capital.

Erik had never entered the city before, having seen only twenty namedays he was still young and had yet to travel a great deal. Most of his life had been spent at his families keep in the Westerlands. He had however heard from elder knights that King's Landing stunk of piss and shit, so far he would have to agree with them.

The gates of the city were all open and the army of twelve-thousand Lannister soldiers poured through. Tywin had delegated command of taking the gates to other trusted commanders in his army, one of which was his brother Gregor. Erik's task was arguably the most important, being taking control of the Red Keep. Tywin had sent him to attempt to speak to the king under the guise of delivering a message from his liege. He and his men were to enter, once all were inside, turn on the gold cloaks and slaughter them all.

Erik had to admit it was a good plan, and one that could certainly work. The Mad King believed he was being aided and would therefore not be on guard for attack. His trust in the Lannisters would be his undoing.

Deceitfulness was not in Erik's nature, despite his violent tendencies he was an honourable man. He much preferred to face his foes head on, and more importantly, when both parties knew there was a fight.

As Erik pondered on this he continued walking with his men, numbering at three-hundred, all well trained big and brutish. Due to this observation many around Westeros had taken to calling his men collectively 'The Giants'. Erik was impartial to the name, he didn't care what people called him. If they offended him they usually ended up dead.

After a while longer walking he reached the great gate of the Red Keep. Erik approached and signaled his men to stop behind him.

A voice rang out "Ser Erik Clegane to represent Lord Tywin Lannister?"

Erik smiled, it seemed Lord Tywin had made the Keep aware of his coming.

"Yes." He replied.

The great gate slowly began to open and Erik walked forward, the Gold Cloaks formed a line either side of him as he entered the Keep. At the end of the line was the entrance to the Great Hall.

Erik strode forth with fifty of his men following. The rest had been ordered to wait outside the gate.

He reached the doors to he Great Hall and two guards pushed them open and a boy announced to the court inside who was approaching.

"Ser Erik Clegane approaches." The boy said.

Erik walked forward on the red carpet, at the end of which sat a large dais, on top of said dais was perhaps the most uncomfortable looking chair he had ever seen. It appeared as if the swords would stab you in the arse and back if you were to sit on it. Sitting in the glorified chair was a rather shriveled and unkempt King Aerys. His finger nails had grown out to an inordinate length, his hair appeared long and uncombed and his eyes and cheeks were sunken. Behind him stood a golden haired emboy/em of what could not be more than fifteen summers. He knew this to be Jaime Lannister.

Ser Jaime was the only Kingsguard currently in the capital after the injury and subsequent capture of Ser Barristan at the Trident.

Erik reached the bottom of the dais and sunk into a kneel, his head facing downwards in false respect for a murderous mad king.

The mad king opened his lips to speak but before he got the chance, Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard drew his sword and made to stab the King. At once every one of the the Giants drew their swords and began to fight against the goldcloaks in the room. Erik could hear the clanging of metal outside of the Great Hall as well as his remaining two hundred and fifty men fought with the crownlander soldiers in the keep. In the great hall of the Red Keep a hundred tightly packed soldiers fought a vicious battle.

Erik himself was dueling three goldcloaks, he smiled as blood splattered across the floor when he took off the mans head with his five foot long greatsword./p

It wasnt long before Erik and his men had defeated the goldcloaks and Erik turned his gaze to the newly titled Kingkiller, Erik new that Jaime's father would be very pleased with him, probably spouting some patriotic shit about family and lions, but Jaime had lost his honour and would likely never be the same. The thought almost made the Giant sad.

"Raff, have him bound. The rest of you lot are with me. There is more blood to spill!"

His declaration was followed by a roar of approval from his men as he jogged through the entrance to the Great Hall once again seeing the courtyard and the pile of bodies his men had created.

In the distance he could spot smoke rising from the lower streets of the city.

The Sack of King's Landing had begun.

After dispatching a great many more soldiers Erik set out to complete the task his liege had given him, that task was the death of every last Targaryen. He was jogging through the corridors of the Keep attempting to find the Targaryen children and their mother. He turned a corner and came upon a short balding fat man wearing what appeared to be a woman's dress.

"Hello Ser Erik." said the balding fat man.

"Who're you?" Erik demanded gruffly.

"I go by many names, some call me The Spider, but you can call me Varys." he stated with a smile and a high pitched chuckle.
"Alright Spider, what do you want?"

"There are many things I want. However, I am currently looking out for the seven kingdoms. As I see it you are currently on your way to dispatch two small children and their mother. You must fail to do so." He asked with a serious expression which somehow didn't seem to quite belong on his face.

Erik let out a growl and spoke deeply "They're Targaryens and I have some rather specific orders from Lord Tywin."

"Yes, I know he sent you, I know a great many things. One of which is that as we speak men in my employ are escorting Queen Rhaella and her son Viserys out of the city and away to Essos. I fully intend to do the same with Aegon, Rhaenys and their mother-"

Erik gazed deeply into the eyes of the man before him. He had a choice, he could either kill the man and proceed to exterminate a Targaryen infant and his toddler sister. emOr/em he could save the Targaryens and escort them to Essos, making off with a shit load of gold and a few Lyseni whores before returning to the seven kingdoms and aiding the Targaryens in the destruction of the absolute cunt whose name is Tywin Lannister.

"You would be rewarded greatly if you decided to aid me in this endeavour. I know men like you Ser Erik, you aren't fighting for a cause you believe in, you are fighting for amusement. Imagine how much amusement a new war would cause in perhaps fifteen to twenty years? The Targaryens could gather a huge company from Essos and sail back across the Narrow Sea. There would be gold, wine and a lordship for you if the Targaryens won."

Erik considered it for a moment more before declaring, "Raff, go back to the men. Tell them to get their shit together and find passage to Pentos, they will find us there."

Raff widened his eyes and opened his mouth to speak.

"Yes Raff! I'm sure! Now get the fuck out of here now!"

He turned back to Varys, "Lets get the children the fuck out of here and into a boat. You know a way through the tunnels extending under the Keep?"

Varys smiled, turned around and began walking towards another door.

"Yes Erik, let's go save a dynasty."

Well there we go. I have had this idea cooking around in my head for a long time and I find the only way to extinguish my daydreams is by writing them down. Reviewing is much appreciated and I shall see you all next chapter. :)

P.S. Thanks for the canon corrections in reviews. Very useful. I would also like to make the point that this is an AU fanfic. Things will of course be different to canon, however I did make a mistake first time around in this chapter. It has been some time since I have read the books.

Hope this was more to everyone's liking. :)

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