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290 AC

Around a year after the Ironborn Rebellion, news of Tyland's slaughter of House Drumm had spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and a song had been created, apparently in his honour. Tywin held a feast at the end of the Tournament on the last night before the King and Cersei had to travel back to King's Landing, and a bard was currently playing it on Robert's request.

"'My wife' cried he the Lion Red, 'they stole her then left her for dead! Now lose your steel or lose your head!' said he the lion coated red. The Sealord cried and bowed so low. 'The sword is yours, just let me go!' The lion roared at the sea lords woe, and nowhere did the Sealord go."

"Fools." Muttered Tyland to his Father over the next line. "They make it seem like I did that for Jeyne."

"That is what we must show now." Tywin stated back to Tyland. "Especially while the King is here, he's loving it."

Tyland looked towards the King with disgust, the Baratheon man heavily applauding the bard as the song finished, laughing his head off. The song eventually finished, and Tyland joined in the applause, but half-heartedly.

"Tyland the Red!" Robert bellowed. "A good song, deserving of a tip, no? It's not like you lions are short of a few pennies!"

Tyland cursed under his breath, before rising from his seat and striding towards the bard. Reaching for the man's hand, he handed the man a few golden coins before shaking his hand. Pulling the grinning man in close, Tyland whispered menacingly into his ear. "If you ever presume to play that song in my presence again, I'll have your tongue and both your hands." He grinned at the mans scared reaction, before returning to his seat.


Later that night, Tyland found himself wondering the castle being unable to sleep. Loren had taken the loss of his Mother hard, and Tyland figured that now the distraction of the tourney had gone, his son would fall further into grief. He remembered the feeling of losing his own Mother at 10, feeling nothing but anger and rage at first, then only sorrow. It was after his Mother's death that Tywin had taken more of an interest in Tyland, raising him to be a true Lannister of the Rock.

It was as he was walking towards the corridor that his sister used to live in when he thought he heard noises. Frowning, he listened in, to realise it was clearly a couple fucking. Sighing, he turned to leave, not wanting to hear the King defile his little sister, before Cersei called out a name he certainly wasn't expecting.

"Oh Jaime."

Wide eyed, he stood exactly where he was, unable to move through the shock. Thinking he must have heard wrong, he waited, but Cersei was moaning again and again, and always the same name. Feeling disgusted, he abruptly left, vowing to confront the two in the morning.

And confront them he did. Unable to sleep he prepared himself before dawn, and burst into Cersei's room as the sky was a faint orange. His siblings bolted upright in her bed, clearly undressed.

"Tyland! What are you doing here?" Cersei asked.

"I should ask Jaime the same question." Tyland spat. "What in Seven Hells is this?"

"Brother…" Jaime began.

"NO!" Tyland bellowed. "You will listen. I don't know what you think you're doing, but it is no way to behave. You're siblings!"

"Targaryen's wed siblings for generations." Cersei scoffed.

"And the Targaryen's were well known for being mad." Tyland countered coldly. "When Father hears about this…"

"No." Jaime begged.

"Father must not know." Cersei said, scared.

Tyland walked over to the window, leaning on it heavily. He could hear them both scrambling to put some form of clothes on. "How long?" He asked after a while of silence.

"We never slept together before I was married." Cersei explained. "Not that the oaf would have noticed if I wasn't a maiden." She added, scoffing.

"No jokes sister." Tyland turned around quickly, speaking as icily as humanly possible. "How long?"

Jaime knew better than to lie. "Since always, we're one, Cersei and I. We shared a womb, we shared everything."

Tyland felt sick. "You will stop this abysmal behaviour immediately. If Baratheon found out, he would have us all killed, if Father found out…"

"He won't." Jaime laughed. "He's never paid us more attention than he had to, you're the 'golden boy.'"

"And that's clearly a good thing right now." Tyland spat. "For the love I bear the both of you, this stays between us for now, but never again. This sort of behaviour was eradicated when the Mad King died, let it stay that way."

Cersei looked furious. "You can't stop us from feeling the way we do."

Tyland faltered. "Perhaps not, but I can't defend this treason." He said, before briskly walking out the door, leaving the twins to hurriedly discuss their plans.


296 AC

Joffrey's 10th nameday warranted a tournament, by orders of King Robert. Tyland was to go along with Tyrion on behalf of House Lannister to show face and give the young prince a gift from Tywin. Tyland hated the thought of going back to King's Landing, but couldn't refuse his Father's wish.

The smell of the city still filled the air from a mile out, and it was just their luck that the Lion gate was one of the furthest from the Red Keep. They arrived around a week before Joffrey's birthday however, and settled in well enough. He managed to get out of invitations to dine with his sister until the day before Joffrey's nameday, when he was sent for by one of the Kingsguard. Unable to refuse at sword point, he made sure he looked as lordly as he could, taking as much time to spite his sister. He arrived to see that Jaime and Tyrion were also there, halfway through their meal.

"Ah brother, good of you to join us." Tyrion grinned jovially.

"You're late." Cersei told him. Tyland just grunted in response and sat down, picking at a few things from the table.

"You're not entering the tourney then brother?" Jaime asked. "It's a shame, I'm sure I could use some decent competition."

"Forgive me Jaime, I forgot you'd ever won a tourney." Tyland said shortly, shutting the arrogant Lannister up. "I don't enter tourney's, they're a boy's folly pretending at war."

"That's a rather depressing view on the subject." Tyrion sighed.

"That's life brother." Tyland told him.

"You will show up to Joffrey's breakfast tomorrow, won't you?" Cersei said, staring intently at Tyland.

"That's why I'm in this shit stained city is it not?" Tyland said coolly. "Of course I will be, we must give the Prince his gifts."

"Good." Cersei nodded, returning to her food. The tension in the air caused a silence to reign over the table, with occasional sounds of chewing or drinking.

Eventually, they all finished. Tyrion had plans to go to some brothel or another so left early, and Jaime had duties to attend to, so Tyland was left with Cersei, sitting at opposite ends of the table.

"Why do you hate us so?" Cersei asked. "We've not heard from you in months, all news comes from that foul lecherous beast."

"From Tyrion, you mean." Tyland stated icily. "He's your brother, treat him as such."

"He's no brother of mine, not when he killed our Mother." Cersei spat. "Why do you care anyway, you've always looked down on both Jaime and I."

"Looked down on you?" Tyland almost laughed. "Sister, I thought you cleverer than that."

"Don't mock me." Cersei snapped. "Ever since that beast ripped our Mother apart you scorned us both."

"I always looked for you to be the best you can be." Tyland snarled, standing up and leaning on the table, looking menacing. "I saved Jaime from a life filled with scorn and he's a revered hero. I always wanted the best for you, we fought to put you on this throne, whispering into Jon Arryn's ears when the fate of the Stark bitch was unknown to better your standings. How did you repay myself and Father? By disgracing yourself and committing treason."

"Treason?" Cersei laughed. "The great King Robert is always too busy with his wine and his whores, he wouldn't notice treason if it bit him in the face."

Tyland shook his head, and stared daggers at Cersei. "You don't even deny it."

"Why would I?" Cersei scoffed. "Jaime and I are one, and we're your little siblings. If you do care for us in some way you won't let anything harm us."

"Do not mistake my family loyalty to caring." Tyland told her. "Six years this has plagued my mind, and if you go down, the name of Lannister is shamed forever. That cannot be allowed to happen."

"You sound like Father." Cersei scoffed.

"He has the right of it." Tyland snapped. "You shame us all Cersei."

Cersei stood too, and the two walked towards each other, staring daggers from inches away. "I am still your Queen. You cannot talk to me like that."

Tyland had had enough, and his hand came up and grabbed Cersei by the throat, pushing her back and slamming her into a wall. "Don't play games with me, sister. You may be the Queen, but you're still my little sister."

"If Robert finds out…" Cersei choked.

Tyland shook his head, and let her go roughly, watching as Cersei got her breath back. "He may commend me yet again, I know the state of your marriage."

Cersei glared at her brother. "You go too far."

"Perhaps, but you need me on your side to keep your power, which is what you crave so." Tyland sneered. "Your secret will always be safe with me Cersei, but don't presume to ever order me around again." With that he swiftly turned and strode out of the room, leaving Cersei seething behind him.


The next morning was interesting. Tyland found Tyrion and went to the pavilion that had been set up for Joffrey's nameday, and after handing the boy his first crossbow from Tywin, a book from Tyrion and a golden detailed crossbow bolt quiver from Tyland, they both sat down and began to eat. Cersei kept staring daggers at Tyland, but the Lannister heir took no notice. She couldn't do anything when Tyland held Robert's favour.

The tourney was a bore as well, Tyrion ended up having a large bet with the Lord of the Stormlands Renly Baratheon on Jaime to win the whole thing, and losing a substantial amount of money. Tyland wished his little brother wouldn't gamble, but with the venom from their father directed at the youngest Lannister, Tyrion was determined that he would do as he pleased.

As day turned to night, Tyland found himself walking through the castle ready to send a raven to the Rock, when he heard giggling coming from the library next to him. Seeing his niece and youngest nephew bowl out of the room, they looked frightened to see him.

"Princess Myrcella, Prince Tommen. Should you be out here alone?" Tyland asked.

"No uncle." Myrcella said, bowing her head sorrowfully. "We just wanted to read about the Laughing Storm."

Tyland had to think of who that was for a second before remembering. "Lord of the Stormlands, he declared himself Storm King because a Targaryen broke a betrothal and was soundly beaten in a trial by combat." He recited.

"We were reading about Ashford." The six-year-old girl said nervously.

"You can tell me all about it as I escort you back to your chambers." He told them, as he gestured for them to head in the direction of the royal apartments. His letter could wait, he decided. They walked a few steps, before Tommen decided to be brave and ask him a question.

"Is it true you killed a King?" He asked. Tyland gazed down at the boy intently, and he waited until the boy began to cower slightly before answering.

"Yes. How did you know that?" He asked.

"Father was shouting about it at a feast not so long ago." Myrcella explained. "He said you were the hero of the realm that day."

Tyland scoffed. "Killing is not heroic Princess, but it is necessary."

"Like House Drumm?" She asked.

"What is House Drumm?" Tommen asked confused.

"They were a House in the Iron Islands." Myrcella explained, Tyland was impressed at her knowledge for one so young. "But when they rebelled, they became extinct."

"How?" Tommen asked.

"Nobody knows." Myrcella said.

"Me." Tyland told them, trying to think of a way to explain that wouldn't scar them. "They took my wife when they attacked Lannisport, so I had to make them pay."

The two children looked up at him. Tommen looked scared, but Myrcella just looked intrigued. They carried on walking, Tyland letting the two children talk to one another about some pet Tommen was keeping, when they finally arrived at the corridor that housed the children's rooms. They bid him goodnight, and went into their respective rooms, so Tyland turned away to head back to send his raven when a small voice piped up from behind him. "Uncle Tyland."

He turned back to see Myrcella poking out from her doorway. "Yes, Princess?"

She looked at the floor nervously, before defiantly looking her uncle in the eye. "Everyone says that you're scary, but I don't think so." She smiled sweetly.

Tyland didn't know how to take that, so he just nodded towards her. "Get some sleep Princess."

"Goodnight Uncle." She smiled again, before shutting her door. Tyland stared on in awe, nobody had spoken to him that way in almost 20 years and it was rather refreshing. That mood failed to last however, when his beloved sister turned the corner of the corridor.

"What are you doing here?" She asked venomously.

"Seeing that your children aren't murdered turning a corner." He spat back. "They were in the library with no guard."

Cersei was surprised, but shook it off quickly. "Stay away from them."

Tyland barked out a laugh. "I don't know how you did it, but those two are a credit to you." He said, walking away, but stopping just inches to the side of Cersei to whisper in her ear before he strode away. "They are everything Mother was, and you are not."


There was a feast the next day to celebrate Ser Barristan Selmy's victory in the tourney, and Tyland sat on a table with other important Lords and Ladies, not paying any attention to the idle gossiping going on. The food was good he would admit, but he wasn't a fan of the pompous ceremony.

After the plates had been cleared and it was just a room filled of drinking and chatting, Robert went to sit on the Iron Throne, with Jon Arryn stood near him. The room grew quiet, as Jon was about to speak.

"With the retirement of Lord Estermont back to his seat, a new seat on the Small Council has opened up." Jon Arryn began.

"Lord Renly Baratheon." Robert called, and Renly made his way to kneel before the Throne. "Will you serve the realm and your brother in the office of Master of Laws?"

Renly rose. "I would be honoured, Your Grace." The room erupted in applause, and the young Lord played up to it. As the room grew quieter again, Jon spoke again.

"While all other roles on the Small Council are filled currently, His Grace would like to extend an invitation as an advisor." Jon explained. This peaked Tyland's interest slightly, while not unheard of, this action wasn't very common.

"Lord Tyland Lannister." Robert called, and Tyland groaned internally. He couldn't turn it down in such a public manner. He rose from his seat and walked towards the throne, noticing the proud look on Tyrion's face, and the grim look on his sister's. He knelt before the Throne when he got there. "Will you stay in King's Landing and advise me to the best of your ability? To help me keep the peace in the Seven Kingdom's."

Tyland rose, and addressed Robert. "I thank you, Your Grace. I can think of no higher honour." He lied, but took the role anyway, it would be good to have an insight in the ruling of the Kingdom's.

Applause filled the room, and Tyland returned to his seat and let the King bestow honour and gold upon Ser Barristan and the rest of the winners from the tourney, Tyrion leaned over. "So, another Lannister in King's Landing. Congratulations brother."

Tyland scoffed. "I'm doing this because it's a good opportunity for our house, not because I want to."

"Still, I envy you, now I'll be left alone with our Father." Tyrion laughed quietly. "I cannot wait to get back home."

"I could always use you as a squire, you're the right height." Tyland jested. Tyrion was the best of his siblings he thought. He was old enough to understand that his Mother could not have survived the birth, and her last words to him had been to take care of the boy. Luckily, they got on well, even though their personalities were unbelievably different. Tyrion took the jest well, grinning widely.

"A finer honour I could not imagine!" He exclaimed. "Paling only in comparison to my role as the Lannisport sewer architect."

Tyland chuckled, before he set to planning. Loren, he decided would stay in Casterly Rock, the boy would need to learn from Tywin to be a capable ruler, and that would be better if he was actually with a capable ruler instead of a fat drunkard. He poured himself some wine and let himself actually enjoy the night, thinking ahead to the future.


This chapter was tough to write. I always want it a decent length, but actually thinking of the scenes was tough. I'm not sure about the chat with Cersei. I really can't see them liking each other at all though, and they're both arrogant so hence Tyland gripping her by the throat.

I ummed and arred about whether or not to reveal the incest to Tyland this early, but I thought it interesting to see him caught in a dilemma, whether to protect his siblings and his house, or to blab to his Father and watch all hell break loose. I thought the former was more likely.

Trying to get a different side of him was important too. The best thing about Game of Thrones is that even the villains are complex characters. Tywin was ruthless, but it was all for his family. Ramsey genuinely cared for Myranda and it humanised him a bit, and everything he did, was to gain some form of approval from Roose and so on. I believe he sees part of Joanna in Myrcella, and I'd like to explore that further as we go ahead.

Please leave a review if you have anything to say, and remember to vote in the poll if you haven't already! Until next time!

Reviews:

Seraphius: He doesn't want a wife at the moment, but I have a plan for the future…

Brandon of House Stark: Most Lannister OC's I've seen redeem the family somehow, I want to flip that completely and have what is effectively another Tywin.

The Mikaelson Cupcake: I'm glad you think that! It certainly won't be a nice story if I can write it the way I'm thinking I want to take it. As for an actor, I have no idea. Maybe in the time of the series an Owen Wilson looking guy? He's the only older blonde I can think of. I'm not going to say a description other than blonde hair green eyes, so whomever you feel he could be played by, imagine that!

C.E.W: That would be an interesting matchup, later BWR Torrhen would be an interesting opponent, but Tyland would overpower him pre-coronation for sure.

Hackslash24x7: Oh he won't be a romanticised version of Tywin at all, hopefully the story will pan out to allow me to make him worse…

sexybutcreepy: He's just lost his first wife and his son has lost his mother. He cares a lot for Loren even if he doesn't show it, so doesn't want to uproot the boy so soon after losing his mother. He has an heir so Tywin isn't too fussed, especially after he remained a widower for almost 30 years… Plus I need him to remain single when we reach a really cool plot point that I want to explore, so yeah.

FYA2597: I just have ideas, that's all. I said after Black Wolf Rises I wanted to try and do one for all the Great Houses, and while I doubt I'll end up doing one for House Greyjoy and Martell, the others are definitely a possibility, with the only house I don't already have initial plans for being House Tully.

WeylandCorp 4: I understand your point, I initially see Tyland as slightly more compassionate than Tywin was, Joanna's genes and all, but having been taught by his father any slight against House Lannister will be met by the sternness that Tywin is famed for.