This is the awaited Tyrell, the first to have a male Oc might I add. Let's do this.
Chapter 1: The Climb Has Begun
A lone individual stood alone inside of the Sept, the Silent Sisters have finished praying over his brother's body, sending his soul to the next life.
This man was tall, a slender form, his hair was a shade of light brown and eyes a golden color. He was wearing traditional black, as a sign of mourning for the loss he and his entire family suffered this morning.
Willas, why did he have to die? It was bad enough that Garlan died of illness two years before. Now, it's just him, Margaery and Loras, they are the future of their House and gods forgive that their lesser cousins know anything about anything.
It's almost like a curse, he might end up being next considering he's the third eldest son of Mace Tyrell and of course, his sister would smack him and tell him that he is being stupid and he shouldn't be saying things like that.
Sighing he left the Sept, glancing back to the body of his brother and reminiscing the fond memories that he and his eldest brother shared. Of there first ride through the hills, their first hunt in the woods, when they trained his first hawk or even when they both went to Old Town to partake in Lord Redwyne's name day.
"Brother... " He turned around and his sister was standing at the entrance, in a splendid black dress and her hair was also laid bare, no braid and it made her look more and more beautiful.
"Sister... " He said with a strong face, yet it began to crumble and before long his sister was holding him. He sobbed like a petulant child, it was shameful.
"Shh, It will be fine. As long as we stay strong, remember? Willas said this when Garlan passed away. We have to stay strong." She reminded him, all the while they are still just children, and he would be forced to grow up and learn the ways to lead this House to its future when his father is gone.
Tomorrow was his 18th name-day, he would be close to becoming a man and the new heir to House Tyrell, yet he doesn't believe himself to be ready for such a responsibility, then again his grandmother won't let him say that the Queen of Thorns will ensure he becomes better than his father and grandfather.
Speaking of her, three hours later into the night they were called to dine with her.
"Willas will be missed, he was a bright young man. A ready heir is hard to replace, harder to forge the younger when the real replacement died two years ago." He wanted to shout, he and his family were dining together. His mother is too distraught and has been eating her meals in her room, father sat there in silence and Loras is coming from King's Landing with his friend, Renly. At this moment, it's only him and Margaery with their father and grandmother.
"Grandmother, our brother just died." Margaery chided Olenna, and the Queen of Thorns scoffed.
"Yes, and it's all due to his accident six years prior in that silly tourney." Of course, Olenna has to shame father further, bringing up Willas injury in his first tourney against House Nymeros Martell's Oberyn the Red Viper.
After the tourney his brother lived with terrible pain, his leg was always hurting and the gods must have found it humorous to give Willas pains as he was walking a long set of stairs and fell to his death, splitting his head on the stone that killed him. Yet his grandmother holds anger towards his father, and the Red Viper for what happened.
"How long are you to hold that over me? I simply wanted my eldest to be remembered better than another Lord Tyrell." Willas didn't need a knighthood or to be remembered as a fighter, that's what he, Garlan and Loras are there for, Willas and his mind are what would have made him remembered.
"Please will both of you, just stop." He grunted and got up from his seat and left the room, tired of the day and in desperate need of rest.
Margaery didn't let it go, she followed him into the hall and took his hand in her own, she looked at him with pity and he found himself angry.
"I know you are upset, our grandmother and father's bickering over it all isn't making it better." He tried turning away, wasn't interested in hearing this, "But brother! You are our eldest sibling, you have to remain strong so we can feel safe. Please, be strong." She said it to him again, be strong like it is so easy when the heir and his double are now gone.
"I'm tired. Good night, sister." He left at that moment and too tired to care about such things.
The next morning he began performing some of his late brother's duties, preferring to do away with the mourning and get things in order. Aside from the rest of the family, then a messenger rode in from Bitterbridge informing him and his father of Lord Renly and Loras's arrival within a day which piled for his sister and grandmother who has to get everything ready for a special guest.
The King's brother, especially.
Along the first day of actually ruling, he was comparing himself to his elder brother on much of his duties. Their father wasn't the ruling man anymore, he left Willas or Olenna to handle most of the hard work, whereas he spent most if not all of his free time praising courtiers and trying to worm his way to the Iron Throne.
His family isn't honorable like the Starks or Arryns, nor a brutish as the Lannisters or Baratheons. No, his House is an ambitious one, his family clawed through servitude to find themselves ruling an entire kingdom, the most populated and blessed kingdom of the Reach, they weren't even kings back in the days, always were servants to the Gardners.
House Gardner were once the rulers and Kings of Highgarden, proud and mighty that controlled everything in the Reach. Well, except that with their rule, complacency descended and they bred more than they governed, marrying off their women and bearing bastards who would create most of the Houses in the Kingdom including his families begrudging vassals, the Florents who actually have one of their own married to a Baratheon.
"Lord Tyrell?" He turned as he was walking the steps going into the Great Hall and saw the hunter of Tarly.
"Not Lord Tyrell yet, you must be Lord Tarly's son and heir, nice to meet you." He shook the hand of the young Tarly, he noticed he has a strong grip.
"Dickon, Lord Tarly- Sorry, I didn't get your name." He chuckled, not many remember him with being the third-born son and all.
"My name isn't as grand as the others, Garlan and Willas... My name is Niklaus, Niklaus Tyrell."
He spent the rest of the day speaking to the younger son of Randyll Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill and the Greatest General in the Seven Kingdoms.
Randyll Tarly was the only man to defeat Robert Baratheon during the rebellion, shortly after his great string of victories at Summerhall. Robert was as fierce as he was strong he heard, yet his streak came to an end at Ashford where Lord Tarly smashed the Stag Kings forces and sent him running to the North. Afterward, his father led another great force and laid siege to Storm's End, Robert's seat of power and if he had lost it, then the Targaryen's would have won.
His father loves to take credit for it, the statement alone slights their bannermen and the Tarly's aren't the family you turn against you because alone the lands could muster around 7,000 men where House Tyrell could raise fewer than that. The Reach has two things in abundance, food, and people. Food to feed to an army and that very army to fight, together the Reach could muster 70,000 men along with a fleet of 200 ships, this makes them the strongest force in Westeros on land.
The North, Dorne and the Vale can bring 40,000 men each. The Stormlands can raise 35,000. Crownlands a mere 15,000 which makes them the weakest. The Iron Islands since their rebellion can bring less than 20,000 men, and 500 hundred ships. The Westerlands despite their small size has influence with the Crown, alone can raise 50,000 men to fight. He's learned much from Maester Lomys, military mostly as he saw himself fighting battles, not governing.
"So now you are the heir to House Tarly like I was forced into being the future of House Tyrell. It is only right that we remain great friends for our children and children's children." He said and passed his new friend a glass of wine, "So, where did the elder brother go? Did he perish?" He asked, suddenly the younger man became a little nervous.
"My brother, he's- " They were interrupted by the entrance of his sister, she was smiling at him.
"Nik, It's Loras, their here earlier than expected. Our family has been called." He nodded and got up, Dickon followed suit and shook his hand once more.
There wasn't a celebration, he was taken to the study where Loras and Renly were as well so was his father, mother, and grandmother. The air was much darker than an hour ago, and the tension was thickening.
"What's going on here? A pleasure, Lord Renly Baratheon- " He greeted and everything looked like it was going well if his little brother didn't snap at him.
"King Renly!" He was surprised, there was but one King and that was Robert and then his son after him.
"Loras, I think you've lost your mind. There is no King but Robert, and then his son Joffrey after him and then there is Prince Tommen and Lord Stannis." He tried to talk some sense into his silly little brother, his grandmother grunted in agreement and the others kept their silence.
"What my Lord Commander of the Kingsguard means to say is this; My brother is dead, and I am pushing my claim over that of my nephew!"
He was left in shock, what the hell happened to the King? What makes Renly a stronger claimant than a trueborn son? And what does this have to do with his family? He didn't have any answers, didn't have any response other than one sentence, a single quote to summarize this chaotic move days after his eldest brother perishes.
"... What in the Seven Hells!"
AN: The story has begun and I hope it was an enjoyable start. I chose the name at random and thought it'd be a name for the world, not in any way shape or form be from Klaus from The Vampire Diaries, and besides I would put Loren there as a comparison in personalities.
This story, in essence, is original seeing as most Tyrell stories involve a female Oc Tyrell, this story will follow the canon source up until Renly is assassinated but that is where we divulge and some big changes are made. Pairing is in the air, free to suggestions if you want.
This and any other I post will remain at chapter 1 until the others are finished until then I hope this chapter satisfies until I come back to it.
Seriously, until next time I bid everyone a good night, or morning or afternoon, bye!