Alrighty, here's chapter 1 officially for you all.
As both of them were kissing and trying to reenact the things they did in bed last night, Loren realized something.
"Oh, I have to go for a walk with my father and mother today, they're expecting me." He said. Sansa mock pouted.
"Do you have to? I'd rather you stay here." She said.
"Well you could join us." Loren suggested. Sansa looked to be in thought. It was more for fun, she knew she was going, she just wanted to play with him.
"Well, I don't know, I was hoping we'd stay all day here today." She said in a suggestive voice. Loren loved it when she teased him like this. Of course he could tease her as well. He then slid his hand between her legs rubbing there. She was already lightly moaning.
"How about this?" He said in a low and husky voice. "We go and we walk with my father and mother, and then after we're done we come back here and fuck until supper. Then after supper, we fuck through the night. How would you like that?" He kept rubbing her nub seeing her buck her hips up in rhythm to his hand.
"Yes. Yes. Loren, please." He then removed his finger from her legs. Sansa pouted. "You're no fun."
"Hey, you're the one who wants to fuck all night, I can barely get any sleep as it is. What I'm doing now is sacrificing my time for you." He said. Both him and Sansa laughed at that.
"Alright. I give up. I'll go with you. Let me get dressed." Sansa said as she got out of bed naked as her nameday, and slowly walked to her wardrobe swaying her hips seductively making it difficult for Loren to ignore it before he just got up himself and lifted Sansa off her feet, her yelping her response and giggling.
"They can wait five more minutes." Loren said and laid her gently down on the bed and began making love to her again. It had only been a week since they've been married and Loren and Sansa couldn't get enough of each other. Loren wanted to always be with Sansa and she felt the same about him. Loren just felt like he and Sansa belonged together and was afraid of what would happen to her in case Joffrey or Cersei or anyone else tried to threaten her. He wanted Sansa to be safe that's all. He wanted to share things with her as well. He wanted her to share her joys, sorrows, lust, all of it. He loved Sansa with all his heart and if anything happened to her, he didn't know what he would do.
Tyrion was wondering what was taking his son so long to get there. He knew that he was supposed to meet them here, but where was he? He tried asking Jeyne but she gave him a knowing look that he should have picked up on.
"We were the same way before Loren was born." Jeyne said.
"Ah, of course. Sorry, I'm must be a bit off today."
"You weren't off last night." Jeyne said with a sly smile. Tyrion returned it. He loved Jeyne so much, ever since what happened with Tysha, Tyrion never thought he would ever marry again. Until Jeyne came along. She was the daughter of his cousin, Damion Lannister and she was about the same age as him. She saw him crying in the godswood one day and asked him what was wrong. Tyrion never told her, not until much later. Jeyne spent most of her time with Tyrion and eventually it grew into love. They married in secret however, but unlike last time, Tyrion told his father who was quite surprised at the revelation. And unlike last time Tywin allowed the marriage to happen as it now strengthened the blood ties with the Lannister family. Tyrion and Jeyne were happy with one another and that love grew when Jeyne found out she was pregnant. This however would challenge them in so many ways. Loren came on time but for some reason, Jeyne was having a hard time giving birth to him. It almost looked like she was going to die, but by some miracle she pulled through. Tyrion was afraid of what Loren was going to turn out to be, but when he started to see him grow up and clearly would be tall like his uncle Jaime, Tyrion was relieved. He didn't want his children to suffer the same things he did. However Jeyne was told by the maesters that it wouldn't be a good idea to have another child as it could be fatal next time. Of course the maesters were proven wrong when Joanna was born. Joanna was conceived the night before the Battle of the Green Fork. Tyrion couldn't believe it himself when he heard that Jeyne had given birth to a girl and it was much easier than Loren was. Tyrion loved his little girl, she wasn't going to be a dwarf herself and he could already see himself and Loren chasing off the boys who would try to win her heart. Right now Joanna was with the wet nurses and they were still waiting for Loren. Until he showed up with Sansa. Now Sansa, Tyrion liked. She was kind and courteous and she knew how to be witty just like him. Not only that, but he could see the effect she was having on Loren. It was clear that whenever Sansa was around Loren's face would light up. now that they were married it would light up all the time. He wanted his son to be happy, to love a woman and be with her forever.
"Sorry I'm late. I uh, slept in." Loren said, Sansa blushing right next to him.
"Of course son. You 'slept in'." Tyrion said.
"Oh, may we get on with this walk? We've been waiting for a long time and the sun is out." Jeyne said.
"Alright, my love. Let's get going."
As they walked, two men from the Westerlands walked toward them. When they passed by them they chuckled. Tyrion began muttering the names.
"Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall, Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall."
"What are you doing?" Sansa asked.
"I have a list." Tyrion replied.
"A list of people you mean to kill?" Sansa asked aghast.
"For laughing at me?" Tyrion replied. "Son do I look like Joffrey to you?"
"Well, in a certain light." Loren said repeating the words his aunt said to him when she said Joffrey looked like Jaime.
"You should learn to ignore them." Sansa piped up.
"Sansa dear, everyone has been laughing at us since before you were born." Jeyne said.
"Yes I'm the Half-man, the Demon Monkey, the Imp." Tyrion said.
"You're Lannisters. I am the disgraced daughter of the traitor, Ned Stark." Sansa said.
"No you're not. You are the beautiful daughter of the Warden of the North and your father was killed unjustly when he was promised the Black. And you are my wife and the future Lady of Casterly Rock. I am the Young Lion, son of the hero of Blackwater Bay. The true hero." Loren said strongly.
"Well what a group we make." Tyrion said. They all laughed at that. Sansa then sat down to Tyrion's level.
"We could sheep shift Lord Desmond's bed." Tyrion gave a look of confusion before Sansa elaborated. "You cut a hole in his mattress then you stuff sheep dung inside, sew up the hole and make his bed again. His room will stink but he won't know where it's coming from."
"Loren! You're wife is a mischievous, evil person!" Tyrion said.
"It's not the first time we did it. Remember when aunt Cersei and Joffrey complained about their rooms at Casterly Rock?"
"That was you?" Tyrion and Jeyne said shocked. "No wonder they left angry."
"My sister used to do that to me whenever she was angry with me. And she was always angry with me." Sansa said.
"Ah, but why 'sheep shift'?" Tyrion asked confused.
"That's the vulgar word for dung." Sansa whispered. Loren began to laugh as well as Tyrion who tried to cover it up.
"My lady—" Tyrion started.
"Well you asked me." Sansa said as Loren brought her to her feet.
"And that's why we love you all the more for it my love." Loren said before kissing her softly. Tyrion and Jeyne smiled at the sight. Unfortunately this was ruined when Tyrion's squire Podrick Payne came running up to them.
"My lords, my ladies, your father had called a meeting of the small council. He's also requested Lord Loren to attend as well." Tyrion and Loren then bid their wives farewell and went to the council chambers in the Tower of the Hand. There they found his father, Cersei, Varys and Pycelle. Even Joffrey was there bounding up and down like he won a prize.
"Killed a few puppies today?" Tyrion said.
"No he most likely kills kittens than puppies, puppies fight back." Loren said in retort.
His father offered him a roll of parchment. Someone had flattened it, but it still wanted to curl. "Roslin caught a fine fat trout," the message read. "Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding." Tyrion turned it over to inspect the broken seal. The wax was silvery-grey and pressed into it were the twin towers of House Frey. "Does the Lord of the Crossing imagine he's being poetic? Or is this meant to confound us?" Tyrion snorted. "The trout would be Edmure Tully, the pelts…"
"He's dead!" Joffrey sounded so proud and happy you might have thought he'd skinned Robb Stark himself.
First Renly, then Stannis, and now Stark. Tyrion thought to himself. He could see Loren tense up at that. No doubt both of them would now come to blows over this.
"Kings are falling like leaves this autumn," he said. "It would seem our little war is winning itself."
"Wars do not win themselves, Tyrion," Cersei said with poisonous sweetness. "Our lord father won this war."
"Nothing is won so long as we have enemies in the field," Lord Tywin warned them.
"The river lords are no fools," the queen argued. "Without the northmen they cannot hope to stand against the combined power of Highgarden, Casterly Rock, and Dorne. Surely they will choose submission rather than destruction."
"Most," agreed Lord Tywin. "Riverrun remains, but so long as Walder Frey holds Edmure Tully hostage, the Blackfish dare not mount a threat. Jason Mallister and Tytos Blackwood will fight on for honor's sake, but the Freys can keep the Mallisters penned up at Seagard, and with the right inducement Jonos Bracken can be persuaded to change his allegiance and attack the Blackwoods. In the end they will bend the knee, yes. I mean to offer generous terms. Any castle that yields to us will be spared."
"They should all be put to the sword," Joffrey declared suddenly. "The Mallisters and Blackwoods and Brackens… all of them. They're traitors. I want them killed, Grandfather. I won't have any generous terms." The king turned to Grand Maester Pycelle. "And I want Robb Stark's head too. Write to Lord Frey and tell him. The king commands. I'm going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast."
"Your Grace, Lady Sansa is now your cousin-by-marriage." Varys reminded him. Though it would not reach Joffrey's ears.
"A joke. Joffrey did not mean it." Cersei tried to defuse the situation.
"Yes I did," Joffrey insisted. "He was a traitor, and I want his stupid head. I'm going to make Sansa kiss it."
"NO!" Loren shouted. "You are not tormenting my wife. Get that through your head you little bastard monster!" He growled the last part. Tyrion was surprised at his outburst. Loren was always so calm and collected, but this time, something snapped within him. Joffrey came up to Loren who stood up and squared off against his nephew.
"Everyone is mine to torment. You'd do well to remember that. And if anyone is the monster it's your father. And you're his offspring." Tyrion quickly stepped in for he feared Loren would kill Joffrey right then and there.
"Oh, I'm a monster. Perhaps you should speak to me and my son more softly then. Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies."
"I could have your tongue out for saying that," the boy king said, reddening. "I'm the king."
"You do that and I'll gouge your eyes out boy." Loren said.
Cersei put a protective hand on her son's shoulder. "Let the dwarf and his bastard make all the threats he likes, Joff. I want my lord father to see them for what they are."
"And you're any better, dear aunt? Killing babies at their mother's breast? Setting your dogs on the people of the city which incited a riot? Yes, you're all so much better than me and my father who saved this city while your precious son quivered in fear behind the walls. Behind your skirts. But again, gallant Joffrey is none those things. We are." Loren said venomously to Cersei who returned a glare that would send no one to flee or hide. Tyrion enjoyed how angry she got, whenever Cersei was angry she made mistakes. Loren intended to weed out any mistakes she'll make.
Lord Tywin ignored that; it was Joffrey he addressed. "Aerys also felt the need to remind men that he was king. And he was passing fond of ripping tongues out as well. You could ask Ser Illyn Payne about that, though you'll get no reply."
"Ser Illyn never dared provoke Aerys the way your Imp and his bastard provokes Joff," said Cersei. "You heard him. 'Monster,' he said. To the King's Grace. And they threatened him…"
"Be quiet, Cersei. Joffrey, when your enemies defy you, you must serve them steel and fire. When they go to their knees, however, you must help them back to their feet. Elsewise no man will ever bend the knee to you. And any man who must say 'I am the king' is no true king at all. Aerys never understood that, but you will. When I've won your war for you, we will restore the king's peace and the king's justice. The only head that need concern you is Margaery Tyrell's maidenhead."
Joffrey had that sullen, sulky look he got. Cersei had him firmly by the shoulder, but perhaps she should have had him by the throat. The boy surprised them all. Instead of scuttling safely back under his rock, Joff drew himself up defiantly and said, "You talk about Aerys, Grandfather, but you were scared of him."
Oh, my, hasn't this gotten interesting? Tyrion thought.
Lord Tywin studied his grandchild in silence, gold flecks shining in his pale green eyes. "Joffrey, apologize to your grandfather," said Cersei.
He wrenched free of her. "Why should I? Everyone knows it's true. My father won all the battles. He killed Prince Rhaegar and took the crown, while your father was hiding under Casterly Rock." The room then went deathly silent. Joffrey couldn't keep looking his father in the eye. His father however kept a neutral face.
"The king is tired. See him to his chambers." Tywin ordered.
"Come along." Cersei said to Joffrey.
"I'm not tired." He insisted.
"We have so much to celebrate, a wedding to plan. You must rest." Cersei went to take Joffrey to his rooms.
"Grand Maester, perhaps some essence of Nightshade to help him sleep."
"I'm not TIRED!" Joffrey emphasized before Cersei pulled him away. Everyone else left save for Tyrion and Loren.
"Loren." His father said. "I understand you are upset. I will only allow this once, because I know you are smarter than that. You never let your emotions get the better of you. You're a Lannister. Act like one. No matter what Joffrey or aunt does. Is that understood?" Loren looked down and then back at his father.
"Yes, grandfather." Loren said.
"Good. Now you need to tell your wife what has happened. Best it comes from you. She loves you, you love her. But remember your duty." His father said and with that Loren left the room. Tyrion was worried for his son however, the next few days or years would prove to be a very trying time for them all.
As Loren got ready for bed with Sansa laying down, he began to feel even more guilty. He had told her what happened to her brother and her mother to which Sansa broke down and must have wailed the castle down. He held her that whole time, she never fought him or blamed him for anything. Loren got into bed and wrapped his arm around Sansa's waist. He could tell she was still crying, though it was more silent tears than anything.
"Can I get you anything? Do you want me to leave?" Loren asked.
"Just… just hold me." Sansa said.
"Okay." Loren said. Sansa then turned to him clutching his nightshirt.
"Don't leave me." Sansa said, crying her eyes out again. "I can't lose anyone else. I've already lost my family, I don't want to lose you too. Please Loren don't leave me alone, I don't know if I could take it." Loren began holding Sansa as she cried. He hated seeing her like this, in pain. Loren wanted her to be happy. Now he knew what he had to do, he had to live for her that was his goal. He cupped her face to look at him.
"Hey, you're not going to lose me. Do you hear me? I'm never leaving you again. Ever. But if that happens, I know you'll be strong without me. You're the strongest person I know. I love you so much." Loren the began kissing Sansa, she kissed him back. Before long he was making love to her. They were both weeping now. Sansa for her family and for Loren showing how much he cared and Loren cried for Sansa. When he spilled inside her, he prayed his seed would quicken. She needed that most of all. A child of their own to call family. If he was all she had left then he would make sure that there was something to leave behind for her in case he died. And that would be content for Loren. He would make sure his family would survive the wars to come.
And there you have it. Again like I said before I hope I'm not rushing this, I hope I'm doing this well enough.
Reviews:
Osterreicher97: I hope this clears up more of the backstory for you. I wanted to try something a little different for once.
South Down: Ramsay's been in the North until the Red Wedding where Robb needed his forces to go take back the North from the Ironborn. Hence why he participated in the Red Wedding. But rest assured he won't be living long. His father's army has been reduced to less than 2,000 men considering Loren managed to push through his position and kill Roose. And since everyone hates the guy, it's pretty certain he's not getting any allies.