NOTE - Here it is. My second fanfic. Following how much I enjoyed writing Kevan chapters for my other story, I decided to write about the Reyne-Tarbeck Rebellion and the rise of Lord Tywin Lannister. The chapters in this fic will probably be fewer and further between than The King in the Narrow Sea, as I'm only planning on writing this one when I'm stuck on the other one. Chapters will also probably be shorter, as there is, frankly, less to say. Enjoy, review etc.

Kevan

He rode beside his brothers Ser Tywin, Tygett and their uncle Ser Jason as they returned home from the war. Kevan was still relishing his dubbing, he had never felt so alive as when he had knelt before Ser Barristan Selmy and risen a knight. Now, the three Lannisters rode home at the head of the remaining troops their father had given them to aid King Jaeherys. Ten thousand had marched out to the Stepstones, and eight thousand were marching home. Uncle Jason had done well, ensuring that they had been in the centre of the battleline with the royal troops, where the attack was fiercest. Yet the men had responded to the presence of great knights such as Barristan the Bold and The White Bull, and had carved a bloody swathe through Maelys Blackfyre's troops. It had been exhilarating, and now they were bound for the Rock.

He fervently hoped that their father, Lord Tytos Lannister, had got rid of his latest mistress. It galled Kevan to see the lowborn wet nurse parading around the castle of his ancestors, yet what could he do? He wasn't even his father's heir. A second son, Kevan had always known he would have to make his own way, as his uncle Ser Jason had.

They stopped briefly at the Golden Tooth, and received the hospitality of Lord Lefford, who had pleaded illness for not joining the war.

"My lords of Lannister, you must understand that I could not join you on the campaign, much to my dismay. A fever, you see."

Tywin fixed him with a glare, "Yes my lord, I am sure your fever had nothing to do with your disrespect for my father's command."

"You insult me ser!"

Jason interrupted, "Tywin! We are guests here! You will apologise at once."

"I will not. I shall spend the night out with the men, Kevan, Tyg, come."

Kevan stood and followed, as did Tygett. They had become accustomed to following their elder brother's commands. He would be Lord of Casterly Rock, after all. Once outside he went after Tywin.

"Tywin, what was all that?"

"He thinks I don't see it or hear it. They all do."

"See what? Hear what?"

"Them mock our father, and our house. What kind of Great House are we if our own vassals mock us in their cups?"

"I know what you mean Tywin, but what can we do?"

"We can end this. Too long has our father let debts go unpaid. Too long have they ignored Casterly Rock. The home of our ancestors has become a den of haggling merchants while our father hides away and fucks his slut mistress. I'll tell you what we'll do, Kevan. We return to the Rock, and we rebuild our family."

They rode hard from the Golden Tooth, two knights and a squire, the sons of Tytos. Tywin had told them his plan back at the Tooth, and they had agreed. Uncle Jason had been the hardest to convince, but in the end he realised that Tywin was right. Something had to be done. While Jason brought the army to the Rock, the three of them headed home. Tywin's plan needed speed, so they rode with only twenty knights as a guard.

They made the Rock on the eve of the third day. Tywin led them to the Great Hall, where their father waited for them. Lord Tytos looked even worse than he had when they had left. Fat, verging on obese, and balding, it was no wonder that he was now mocked as "The Toothless Lion". He was not a bad man, just a bad ruler and eager to please. He meant well, but had no grasp of what needed to be done. A string of mistresses following their mother's death, and the growing view amongst his bannermen that they need not mind him had seen his house ruined by his mismanagement. Really, Kevan pitied his father, but now, after the war, he knew it had to end.

"My boys! What of the war?"

"A success father, and Kevan is knighted, by Barristan the Bold no less." Tywin's reply showed no sign of his discontent.

"Excellent! Congratulations my boy, you earned it!" He turned to listen to the whispering of the woman who stood behind him, "yes, you are quite right my dear." Turning back to his sons he announced, "We must have a feast to celebrate!"

"No." Tywin's reply was quiet, but firm.

"Come on now son. We must celebrate your brother's success. Mustn't we Kevan?"

"No father, that won't be necessary."

The old man looked shocked. He put out his hand and the woman took it and placed it on her waist. Then she spoke. "Your father is the Lord of Casterly Rock. If he decrees a feast, a feast there shall be."

Tywin drew himself up straight. Here we go. His rage was evident in his voice, "Silence, whore. Indeed, my father is Lord of the Rock, but you are not his lady. I will not, will never recognise you here. You who wear our mother's gowns and bring your filthy scum into the home of our ancestors." Then he turned to their father, "My lord. I am restoring House Lannister to it's rightful place in the world. Kevan and Tyg are with me, so is Uncle Jason. As of now, I am assuming all the responsibilities of rule."

"You can't do that. You can't. You are my son, I am Lord of the Rock."

"I am doing it. You are Lord of the Rock, but as of this moment, you are not ruling."

"But, but." Lord Tytos was lost for words and rising slowly, continued to mutter as his mistress led him out of the Great Hall.

Tywin walked up the steps to the dais. Running his hand along the golden throne of House Lannister, he sat and smiled. "Now, we begin."