King's Landing


Slithering through the halls of the Red Keep was a bald plump man, he was wearing golden brown robes. They also had plenty of space surprisingly, given the size of the man. This man was known as Varys, The Spider, and loyal to the realm. Although his alignment usually ended with the Dragons of Westeros, the King's and Queen's who had conquered Six Kingdoms and united another by marriage but also tore it apart, such as the Blackfyre Rebellions. Although now Varys had to deal with a Mad King, who wanted the head of Robert Baratheon, Eddard Stark, and Jon Arryn. While the Prince was with the reason why this Rebellion started, Lyanna Stark. Varys knew that the Dragon's were mad but this was something that he could not understand. He wondered why Rhaegar had kidnapped Lyanna Stark, but he knew that was the question everyone was asking.

Varys was currently heading towards the location of one of his Little Birds, he had heard the news of House Lannister departing from Casterly Rock. King Aerys had thought that Tywin would help him end the rebels who had tried to end the greatest dynasty to ever live, only that was proved wrong. House Lannister and Baratheon had defeated the Loyalist Armies at Summerhall, the smallfolk had already begun to call it the Battle of Summerhall. It was the first victory for House Lannister in the war, but the surprising thing to Varys was the rumors that it was Tytos II Lannister that led the men against the Loyalists. It had brought the thought that Tytos had rebelled against his Father and marched his own men towards the Rebel cause.

Although Varys wondered about the Young Lion of Lannister, the boy was something different, Varys Little Birds had never been able to find him. They would always be able to find his men and such, but wherever he was, it was like he was cloaked or something. It was something that unnerved him, he liked to know the moves that his opponents may play on him in the near future.

It was by pure luck that he heard the news of House Lannister purchasing Sellsword Companies, the one that surprised him the most was the Golden Company. Founded by the Bastard of Aegon IV Targaryen, Aegor Rivers. Varys had thought that the Golden Company would side with the Targaryen family but he knew it was wishful thinking, Varys could not help but wonder, what was the Young Lion planning. Varys had known for a while that Tytos had gained more men for the Westerlands, it had Varys wondering what Tytos hoped to gain from this war.

Varys finally made his way towards a small room at the end of a dark hallway, as he entered he could not help but notice that the room was dimly lit. He noticed a small child in the corner of the room, watching him with narrowed eyes. Varys raised an eyebrow at this, wondering why his spy was possibly looking towards him like that. He filed it away for later, Varys with soft footsteps walked towards the spy, bringing his hand out for the information and wanting to know what else had happened in Westeros over the past couple weeks. The Spy handed over the report, Varys nodded thanks and handed the boy five silver stags. The boy nodded and went on his way, not even nodding thanks towards Varys.

Varys opened the letter, hoping to find useful information within the letter. He would find out that he would not be disappointed, Varys breathed a deep sigh of relief once he saw the content. This would be useful information, he could hopefully salvage the Age of Dragon's, he knew the plans were to place Robert Baratheon on the throne, they would use Rhaelle Targaryen, Grandmother to Robert, Stannis, and Renly. The Rebels were basically placing a person of diluted Targaryen blood. Varys wouldn't have that, he looked at the letter in his hands and read, finally.


The Lion and Stag march on The Reach, they hope to go through the Reach and meet up with the Wolf and Falcon who are stationed at Riverrun, trying to get Lord Holster Tully onto their side. This Rebellion may be over sooner than we thought...

Other news has circulated from the Westerlands, Maelor Sand, the son of Daenys Blackfyre is now working for House Lannister, but in particular, he works for Tytos and Tyrion Lannister as the Commander of the Golden Company.


Varys was surprised, House Lannister was going to be a threat towards his plans, Varys had not expected the Lion to join the Rebellion with Robert Baratheon. It was a shocking and bold move that Varys knew Tywin Lannister would not support, the man was more calculating and would wait until the War was out. Only Varys had not counted for the younger people of House Lannister, the people who were surprising him more and more each day. These were the people that were going to be a threat and Varys hoped that the Game would stop them in their tracks, Tytos Lannister was the challenger that Varys never wanted.

Varys thoughts moved onto the other topics of the letter, House Tyrell might have to prepare for siege if Varys assumption is correct but he may be wrong. Varys would think that House Lannister could siege Highgarden, alerting the other loyal houses of the Reach to this and bringing their wrath upon House Lannister but that would also give Robert Baratheon and his men a chance through The Reach and into the Riverlands, where Robert could meet with House Stark and Arryn. Varys thought that would be an able plan for Tytos and Robert but maybe he would be proved wrong, he hoped that his spies would come up with something and he would be able to keep track on the moves of House Lannister and Tytos. Varys wanted to make sure that he had a chance to restore the legacy of House Targaryen, even if it meant being loyal to the realm...

Varys thoughts then go towards Maelor Sand, he had heard and of course, kept spies on the Blackfyre Bastard. He could start another rebellion and plunge the realm into chaos, everyone in Westeros knew who the Blackfyres were and the nobles knew the history of House Blackfyre. Varys could not help but feel that Maelor was not interested in the throne, he could have come to King's Landing and use the chaos to become the next King. Varys would have smiled at the thought but thought of Maelys the Monstrous, the one who had committed Kinslaying purposely, killing his cousin, Daemon Blackfyre for simple control of the Golden Company. Varys hoped that Maelor was not the same, Varys would use his little birds to watch over the possible claimant to the Iron Throne.

Varys hummed to himself, now leaving the room with a small but worried smile on his face, he could not help but think about the possible future with a Blackfyre or Baratheon on the throne. Even though he now supported the Targaryens, he would always support the Dragon and be it Targaryen or Blackfyre, he would choose either of them over Robert Baratheon.


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Walking through the halls were three figures, two were male and the other was female. The three had a certain air around them, looking like they had each other's back and would do anything for one another. They wore grey sweaters with the school logo, there was a Griffin, Snake, Badger, and Eagle. The three were walking a third-floor corridor. Suddenly one of them spoke, a thick English accent coming through.

"You know Harry, maybe we shouldn't be heading towards certain death, I mean cause death is so final when life is full of so many possibilities. Like not dying!"

Teryn had said towards his friend Harry, the two had become fast friends when they had just been introduced towards the wizarding world. They were in their third year, they had two normal years of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was only this year that things had gone differently, Headmaster Dumbledore had warned all students to not go towards the third floor corridor, Teryn being himself had decided not to, not wanting to have a gruesome and painful death as the Headmaster had worded it, but it seems like his friends had different ideas in mind...

Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, or Teryn's mind was known as the boy who always had trouble after him. If Teryn knew that being Harry's friend would involve going after a lost stone, he would have believed the boy to be a five-year-old. But nope, Harry Potter had proved to him that they were going after one of the world's most powerful artifact's. The Philosopher's Stone, made by Nicholas Flamel and Teryn could not help but wonder why Nicholas Flamel would give up his most prized artifact and leave it in a school. It was something that racked his mind a lot.

Teryn had heard chuckling beside him and turned his head to see his best friend, Hermione Granger laughing at him with closed eyes. Teryn had never understood the muggleborn, she seemed to laugh at the weirdest things that had Teryn scratching his head and hoping for a sort of answer from the bushy-haired witch but alas none would come. Teryn looked at Harry, who was grinning at him like a loon and then that was Teryn knew the boy was enjoying this little adventure. Teryn groaned, allowing himself to be immersed in the wacky and weird world of one, Harry James Potter.

"You're not going to die Teryn, at best your going to faint and see Madam Pomfrey, I swear that woman is a mother hen and worries too much, she would keep students for months if that was allowed.."

Teryn and Hermione snickered once again, not finding anything wrong with Harry's description of Madam Pomfrey.

The Golden Trio had gone down a multitude of hallways, and they ended up at the door of the forbidden third-floor corridor. They had gone through a series of stages, involving Devil's Snare, charmed keys that had followed Harry and Teryn, who had succeeded in gaining the right key to open a door. They had ended up fighting in a real-life Wizard's Chess Game, Teryn being an adept player of the game had won the game and managed to not sacrifice any of his friends, it was Harry who had won the game. The three had done ended up reading a potion riddle, Teryn would have guessed that it was Professor Snape who had set up this little stage. He could give the Professor props and knew that he had done this to throw some wizards or witches off.

Teryn and Harry made it past, there was only enough of the right potion for them to drink. Hermione stayed behind, wanting to get professor Dumbledore. As Harry and Teryn passed through the purple fire that felt tingly on their skin. Walking into the room, they see Professor Quirrell standing opposite the Mirror of Erised, but it was not only Quirrell, standing next to him was a black misty shadow. It had gleaming purple eyes, Harry was too busy looking at Quirrell in shock to notice that Teryn had tensed when he saw the creature. Harry had stepped forward, once again not noticing that Teryn was frozen in place.

"It was you!?"

Harry had stated towards Professor Quirrell, not noticing the black mist had directed it's full attention towards Teryn, who was doing his best to look small and avoid the eye contact with it. Harry and Professor Quirrell continued their little confrontation, but Quirrell had taken notice towards Teryn, but neither mentioned the look on the boy's face. He simply turned around, looking Harry dead in the eye.

"Yes, it is I, who did you think it was?"

Teryn turned his head to look at Quirrell, he felt something off about the professor but before more could happen, Teryn was attacked by the mist and fell into darkness, only hearing Harry's cry for him and the maddening cackle of Professor Quirrell...


Baratheon/Lannister War Encampment


Jolting awake in his tent was Tytos Lannister, he had been having the weird dreams once again. He had gotten them since he was eleven namedays old, he always felt something special about himself, the way he could summon things without thinking and how he could sense waves of power off of people like his father, but he had noticed that only he had these gifts, Jamie and Cersei were completely normal and he always wondered if his other sibling had powers, but it turned out that Tyrion's magical ability was to be able to drink wine and remain upright somehow. Tytos knew with these abilities that he could protect his siblings, he could protect his House and he always would.

Tytos knew that with this war he could win so much for his family, he would be able to remove the horrid reputation of House Lannister. The Rains of Castamere haunted his family, some people thought it was needed and Tytos thought the same. His father was right in that, but he knew that some Houses thought it was not honorable and Tytos thought the same, murdering the children and woman of House Reyne was something that Tytos had nightmares about. He always thought that there could be a peaceful solution but he knew there was not, House Reyne if it were still alive today, would come back with a vengeance and once again try to take away the Legacy of House Lannister.

No matter what he thought, he knew that there was nothing he could do about it now, he needed to improve the reputation of House Lannister from here. The Rains of Castamere was a simple reminder to the Houses that thought of betraying their Liege Lord.

Tytos looked around, he noticed that multiple letters had been piled up on a table opposite him. He would read those later, knowing that they were most likely reports about House Tyrell calling their vassals. Tytos, Lyonel, Loren, and Robert had been planning their approach on The Reach. No Houses had known of the support that House Lannister had given towards the rebels, Tytos had known that they could use this to their advantage and trick House Tyrell or House Tarly, knowing that Randyll Tarly was the one that was going to lead the forces of The Reach.

Tytos was interrupted when the tall form of Lyonel Marbrand came inside his tent, grinning towards his Lord, Lyonel strode towards him and patted him on the back. Lyonel sat down near the table of stacked letters, he noticed that one was from the Iron Bank, and multiple letters from House Lannister. Lyonel looked over to Tytos, he seemed to neither notice or care but something was not right and Lyonel decided to do something about it.

"Tytos, you realize that you have multiple letters, right?"

Tytos looked at Lyonel, narrowing his eyes, wondering where he was going with this.

"They're probably our scouts informing us of the numbers that House Tyrell are mustering, so they can fail to push us back"

Lyonel snorted, looking towards Tytos with amusement in his eyes, although he should not really be amused at the scene in front of him, it was something that he could not help. Tytos noticing the laugh that escaped Lyonel, walked over towards the table and noticing the multiple letters were actually from his business alliance with The Iron Bank and his family. He wondered why they would be sending riders towards him, they could have been shot down and intercepted by the Loyalists who were still rallying their forces. Tytos sighed, grabbing the letters and heading back towards his bed, sitting down so he could relax as he reads them.

"Also, after you finishing reading those, Loren wants to see us, some bad news has hit the Westerlands and he wants to inform us..."

Tytos nods, not really paying attention and wanting to read the letters that he had no idea arrived, he barely noticed that Lyonel had gone back outside the tent. Giving his Lord some privacy.


Tytos Lannister, Commander of The Westerlands Guardsmen Company, Heir to Casterly Rock.

We here at the Iron Bank would like to inform you of the foundation of the East Lannister Trade Company, your cousin, Damon Lannister has found a building suitable and the building process is taking place.

~ The Iron Bank


Tytos smiled at that, knowing that the Trade Company was soon going to open up business with other lands. He looked down towards his other letters, he noticed that some were from Cersei and others was from his father. He shivered and not in pleasure, he wondered why his father would send a rider in the night. He decided that he would first read Cersei's, and as he did, he was hit with the most beautiful smell of home.


Dear Brother,

You should know that something happened during your absence from the Rock, we had been getting reports of House Reyne raising from the dead. No one had believed it, but Lord Lefford had proven us wrong and House Reyne had in fact risen, they had taken Vikary Hall, using it as a base for their operations. From what the soldiers of The Golden Company and Lost Legion had said, Tyon Reyne used some foreign magic, which Father and many others had written off as a delusion of war, but brother, you should see the look in Tyrion's face, he looks dead and broken.

During your march towards The Reach, Tyrion marched towards Vikary and to stop the Reynes once again, during this, he had enlisted the help of 10,000 Sellswords. Tyrion got a scout delivering a message towards him, House Reyne had destroyed The Westerlands Guardsmen Outpost, the rest of the men had fallen back towards the Housing in the Casterly Rock lands. 3,000 of the men went missing from the post, Tyrion had said that multiple men fighting for House Reyne were wearing the armor of the Guardsmen. In the end brother, Tyrion had won with 3,000 men to spare. He marched back home with the body of the Reyne given to father, who had remained as stoic as ever.

Tyrion has changed brother, he is colder and focused on the business that you've started. I don't know what to do, our family needs you and there are some things that you have to know about father, please come home Tytos, we miss you...


Tytos was clutching the paper with a rough grip, neither caring that it was tearing. His family had been attacked and harmed while he was here playing hero for a drunk, Tytos could not help it and knew that his father would be smirking at him, his father had stated for them to wait out till the end of the war. Tytos decided differently and convinced his father to let him off to war, only to regret it now. His family home was unprotected, The Guardsmen were leaderless, although Tytos had wondered where Sebastian was. He would never think that Sebastian had perished, he refused to believe it. Tytos could not help but let a tear slip down his cheek, he was foolish and he knew it.

"Have I always been this arrogant?"

He believed the forces of the Westerlands were unstoppable and because of his new projects, but it took one dead House to rise once again. Tytos kept looking over the letter and hoped that he was wrong, he would send a letter towards his family, he would give Tyrion and Cersei an order, they would have to follow it, no longer would Tytos allow his arrogance to get in his way. He now had to allow more men to join the Guardsmen, more preparation in case of surprise attacks. Tytos Lannister would not be mocked, he was named after his Grandfather, and he made himself a promise that he would not follow in his footsteps.

Tytos sighed, now believing the contents of the letter, but he felt better because he took half of the forces that were in the Guardsmen. Tytos knew that he could not focus right now, he stood up, going over towards a small chair that held his small clothes. He quickly put them on, and his armor, Tytos was always prepared and never felt safe unless he was home. It was a nervous tic he had, walking out of his tent, with the letters in hand. He noticed that multiple men were training somewhat, also they seemed tense, Tytos nodded, he would always expect his men to be prepared for a fight.

"Lord Tytos!"

Tytos turned his head, he noticed a Baratheon squire running towards him with all haste, he would have guessed that it was squire from one of the sworn Houses to House Baratheon. Tytos would have guessed the boy was from House Dondarrion of Blackhaven, Tytos turned his body fully to face the boy and did his part to look the part of a menacing Lord in front of the boy.

"Yes?"

The Boy bowed towards Tytos, neither wanting to disrespect a Lannister or the person that had technically saved them. He knew that His Grace, Robert Baratheon could have won the battle at the cost of more men, but the boy now had a lot of adoration towards Tytos, the Lord who saved them. Noticing that he was staring, the Boy bowed his head.

"My Lord, His Grace, Robert Baratheon summons you to his Tent,"

Tytos nodded towards the boy and went on his way, he still noticed that many men were either training or talking. He wondered if the news of the Westerlands had hit them yet, many of them had brothers within the Guardsmen. He sighed, knowing that he would have to deliver the news of death, 3,000 Men of the Guardsmen. Tytos cleared his mind, clearing his throat and kept his head straight. He was now outside the tent of His Grace, Robert Baratheon, even in his thoughts, Tytos had known the title did not fit the wild and untamed nature of Robert of House Baratheon. Tytos entered, immediately he was hit with the smell of sex in the air, clearly, Robert had just entertained some whores.

Walking forwards with graceful footsteps, Tytos found himself looking towards a Robert Baratheon who was pissing in a chamber pot, Tytos turned his head and released an awkward sigh. Not knowing how to deal with this situation, he waited until Robert had finished and turned to face him once again. Robert had just grinned like he had just finished fucking a tavern girl, which Tytos would have guessed that he had. They were not that far from an Inn, some of the Reach's forces had secretly aligned themselves with House Baratheon, finding that King Aerys had finally been driven mad.

"Lannister! Do you ever fuck girls? After the Battle of Summerhall, I had to, there's nothing like women after a fight."

Tytos snorted, he had never had a fight until now, although he did find himself wishing for Cersei, he controlled himself. He knew that they were gaining ground, and soon enough he could be back with his sister, at home.

"No, Your Grace, I've been too busy planning for what to do about The Reach."

Robert's face seemed to contort into anger, something that Tytos had only seen when fighting against the Loyalist Lords of Summerhall. Tytos knew the rumors of war, that they would forge friendships with one another and he did not find that with Robert Baratheon, neither liked or disliked one another, it was simply a favor for a favor. Tytos would give Robert Baratheon his men, and in return, Tytos would gain Rhaenys Hill and Summerhall, he also had some dealings to do later with the King and Eddard Stark, now Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of The North.

"Listen here, it's not Your Grace yet, we're still fighting a damned Rebellion! Speaking of The Reach, we got a Rider in the night. House Tarly marches too Ashford, looking to cut us off and most likely attack from the Rear."

Tytos faced Robert with a look of pure shock, he was a Lannister and his father had taught him to hide his expressions but at this moment, there was nothing he could do. House Tarly was the one that Tytos had feared most, Lord Randyll Tarly, the ablest Commander of The Reach Forces. Tytos knew that now something was testing his will and he looked towards Robert, now looking the part of his former self.

"We could cut through, go through the Westerlands and meet with Lord Stark and Arryn in The Riverlands."

Robert and Tytos bowed their heads, looking towards the Map and they saw the route, it would easily work, but Robert Baratheon was not one to take the easy way out. He wanted to sate his bloodlust and the Battle of Summerhall was just the beginning for him, he still had his fury for Rhaegar Targaryen and he still had the Blood of Rhaelle Targaryen, he would cover the Loyalists in Fire and Blood.

"No... I'll lead 15,000 Men and fight Randyll Tarly, you'll take the rest of the 24,000 Men and march for Ned Stark."

Tytos looked towards Robert with wide eyes, it was then that he noticed the blazing eyes of blue that Robert Baratheon had, his father had described those eyes towards him. The Eyes that Aerys Targaryen had when he burnt someone alive with wildfire, it was then that Tytos knew he could not convince Robert to not push the move and he would have to deal with the consequences.

"Yes, Your Grace!"

Tytos had spat out the last two words, getting angered at the bloodlust of the next King, he sighed and turned away from the King, walking towards the exit.


Tytos walked out of the tent, no longer wanting in the be in the same space as Robert Baratheon, The next King of The Seven Kingdoms, Tytos walked towards the Lannister side of the encampment, he finally reached the tent of Loren Lefford. He guessed that they all had news to deliver, Tytos heard nothing as he walked into the tent and saw Loren Lefford hunched over, sitting down on a chair and a letter clutched tightly in his hand.

Striding over towards his comrade, Tytos knelt down and placed a firm hand on the shoulder of Tytos.

"What is it? What's happened?"

Loren looked up, seeing the straight face of his Lord, he gave him the letter and read aloud.

"Sebastian Hill, Commander of The Westerlands Guardsmen Company, and Sworn Sword to Lord Tyrion Lannister perished. He fought bravely and honorably against the Rebel Lord, Tyon Reyne. He is to be buried at sea, as he had wanted, signed, Tyrion Lannister"

Tytos had read as Loren had spoken, his fingers had tightened around the small piece of parchment. He could no longer hold in his anger, his face was stoic and it looked like he had given up. So many things now had happened, they were piling on his head and Tytos now knew that his father possibly dealt with this a lot. Sebastian Hill was one of his great friends, a sword that would stick with you and never let you down. That man was now dead, the way that Tyrion had worded it, and Tytos knew then that his little brother had changed. The ways the words were structured were unlike him, it had lacked the japing words or use of curse words that usually fell from his brother's lips.

Tytos looked up, and one could see the pure anger in his eyes. It was like the Gods or whoever was out there, was tempting and watching them make their moves and how they lived to regret them later. Tytos was completely still to his core, his family had been attacked and his brother led the assault and won when it should have been their Lord Father, who proved that his hate for Tyrion won out. Tytos now had to deal with a bloodthirsty Robert Baratheon, which did not surprise him but still, it annoyed him and he wondered how Jon Arryn dealt with the stubborn and hard-headed, Robert Baratheon.

"Get Lyonel here, now!"

Tytos snapped towards Loren, finally letting the anger flow through him. He sat down, looking towards a pitcher of wine and looked way just as fast. He did not want to turn to drink, he was thankfully brought out of his staring contest when Lyonel and Loren walked back in, Tytos looked to Loren with a sorrowful look on his face. Not wanting to upset the young Lefford as he had just lost a trainer too.

"Robert Baratheon wishes to march against Lord Tarly, simply to satiate his own bloodlust and he wants us to ride ahead for Eddard Stark and Jon Arryn..."

Loren and Lyonel look towards Tytos with wide eyes, both wondering if Robert Baratheon was truly this hungry for war. It would speak a lot about his character, something that Tytos hoped Lord Arryn could bring to heel. Tytos looked at the both of them, wondering how they were going to take the news that he was about to tell them.

"I am not going to allow the future King of Westeros to kill himself against Randyl Tarly, I want Lyonel and 1,000 Men of The Guardsmen to watch him. I trust that you will be able to guard him?"

Lyonel nodded, leaving the tent and wanting to prepare the men for the Battle. This left Loren and Tytos in the tent, both had said nothing and enjoyed the silence for a while. Loren looked towards Tytos with a sad smile, they both knew that he was angry about everything that was going on and Loren could not blame him. The Westerlands had been attacked while they were off at war, luckily Tyrion had mustered up enough courage to defeat them, but still, Loren knew that Tytos felt he was weak. Loren hoped that Tytos knew there was nothing he could do, he was already fighting and marching on The Reach.

"Loren, prepare the other 23,000 Men, we march for The Westerlands and from there, we march for Eddard Stark and Jon Arryn in the Riverlands"

Loren nodded, heading out of the tent as well, leaving Tytos to look towards the map in Loren's tent. Tytos sighed, leaning on the table and looked down, wondering if he had made the right choice of marching for Robert Baratheon.


Lannisport


"And so he spoke, and so he spoke, That lord of Castamere, But now the rains weep o'er his hall, With no one there to hear."

"Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear."

The men of war had just finished regaling the Lion's Den Inn with their amazing talents, as they were all drunk and enjoying the Ale and Food that was granted to them by the Innkeeper. One of the men had shouted,

"To the boys!"

While the men of the Golden Company had shouted,

"Golden Company!"

The men of Lost Legion shouted afterward, with thunderous voices,

"Lost Legion!"

The Lannister men had shouted the loudest, easily bursting some of the men and women's eardrums in the Inn,

"Lannister!"

Everyone had applauded and cheered the men, some drinking their mead doing so. A Lannister Guardsmen looked towards the Lost Legion and Golden Company side of the Inn,

"Aye, where did you learn the Lannister song?"

Maelor Sand looked towards the man with a small smirk adorning his face,

"Drunk Lannisters!"

Everyone in the Inn had started to laugh, enjoying the peace now that House Reyne had been put down.

Maelor drunk the last of his mead, standing up and removing the barmaid from his lap, no longer feeling the need to fondle her all that much. He nodded towards Jarra, who was still sitting down and drinking his weight in Ale. Walking out of the Inn, Maelor was hit with the smell of the sea, knowing that they were close to a port. Maelor noticed a tiny silhouette of a man in the distance, he would have guessed it was a dwarf and most likely, Tyrion Lannister. Maelor walked towards it, wanting to know what the War Hero was doing out here.

"They're still singing the song of victory?"

Maelor grimaced, knowing that Tyrion Lannister probably did not like the song because it reminded him of the death of his friend and sworn sword, Sebastian.

"Yes they are, My Lord, but may I say something to you that regards to your friend."

Tyrion continued looking towards the sea, he did not want to talk about Sebastian Hill, his friend, and comrade. A person that had guarded him against the dangers that laid around his home, Casterly Rock. Now though he had no sworn sword and was out here, drinking. Probably something that he and Sebastian would have done together if he were still alive but that was the unfortunate tale of war, something that Tyrion had learned and disliked. He spent most of his time here now, neither caring for the rumors of how he had entertained whores or drunk till he had a scorching headache that would last until the next moon.

Tyrion looked towards Maelor, his eyes were closed, he was painfully sober and knew that he would remember this conversation, he nodded and turned his body fully to face Maelor.

"When my mother died I was there, Daenys Blackfyre, she gave birth to me and my brother, Aerion. She told me to enjoy my life, settle down and have a wife. I found that boring, but I did follow one part of my mother's wish and that was I enjoy life, so I am sure that Sebastian would want you to enjoy life Tyrion. Your pain won't go away Tyrion, but you will have family there to support you like I did with Aerion. And then it will just lessen to a dull ache and that is a good thing because it reminds you, that Sebastian is still here and he's watching over you. And if it's not him, then it'll be me."

Tyrion sighed, looking towards the Blackfyre with thanks in his eyes and nodded towards the man. They both went their separate ways, Tyrion had gone towards his horse as there were two guards of House Lannister watching over it. Maelor went back towards the Inn, hoping that the men were sleeping in their own vomit and he could finally catch some rest.


Casterly Rock


Tyrion woke up that morning, remembering the talk he had with Maelor Sand. He sighed, knowing that he was hungry and his sister was most likely breaking her fast by herself, as she had done in the past two weeks that he had been back home. He got his small clothes on, placing on his Lannister Jerkin and black pants, along with boots and began to whistle the tune of the Rains of Castamere.

Walking down the multiple corridors, Tyrion noticed that many of the guards were looking at him in shock, some even nodding their heads in respect towards him. Tyrion would have guessed it was because he had defeated the Rebel Lord, Tyrion awkwardly smiled back and nodded back as best as he could. He still felt the pain and the men that nodded and smiled at him were sneering and mocking his name when they were drunk and into their mead. Tyrion knew that they were just going along with what the smallfolk had said.

"Good day Lord Lannister!"

A Maid had said towards him, who was rushing with fish and duck eggs in a basket, Tyrion nodded and guessed that she was heading towards the kitchens. Tyrion finally made it towards the dining room, he noticed that some of the Vassal Lords were also breaking their fast, but they steered clear of the main table that held his sister, Cersei Lannister.

Still whistling the tune of Castamere, Tyrion stopped a maid as she was walking back towards the kitchen

"Three strips of bacon, burnt black, two of those small fried fish, a loaf of bread, and a mug of ale."

The Maid went off towards the kitchen quickly, Tyrion looked towards his sister and noticed that she was looking at him with a small smile. He nodded, going around the table and sitting opposite her, while also stealing a strip of his sister's bacon. He smirked towards her look of amusment, as she arched an eyebrow.

"Look who finally to join the living, Dear brother!"

Tyrion smirked at the amused tone that Cersei took, knowing that she also held a different tone that was one of anger towards him. He grimaced, knowing that he deserved it, the words that Maelor Sand had said to him, echoing throughout his mind, he looked at Cersei and smiled sadly, all along he had his family with him.

"Yes dear sister, I should enjoy life and wait until our dear brother returns from war!"

Tyrion noticed that Cersei had tensed when she mentioned Tytos returning, he narrowed his eyes at her and Tyrion knew that she could feel his eyes burning into her skull. Tyrion's breakfast was placed in front of him, he nodded towards the maid and looked back towards Cersei, he placed a piece of bacon in his mouth, waiting for Cersei to finally speak.

"Father has said that I am to marry Robert Baratheon if he wins the Rebellion..."

Tyrion was drinking his ale as Cersei had said this and choked on his drink, he quickly wiped his mouth and swallowed his drink. He looked towards Cersei with nothing but concern and wide eyes, he had wondered why she seemed so subdued and different these past weeks. She was less lively and now he knew why she was to marry the man that probably had three or four bastards by now.

"When did he say this?"

Cersei simply looked at her brother with lifeless eyes, like her life had been decided for her and she knew that it would come eventually, but she had always thought naively that Tytos would be able to help her get out of whatever agreement she had been placed in.

"When you went off to fight House Reyne, he had apparently been thinking this over a lot. It is not a surprise Tyrion, Father has wanted this since Harrenhall. He has wanted a Queen as a Daughter and a Lannister on the throne, he hoped to gain that through Rhaegar Targaryen but now he placed his hope Robert Baratheon like I would let that man of all people, inside me"

Tyrion chuckled, knowing that his sister was venting her anger and probably had to hold it in a lot. He felt bad for leaving her, he never if he would return to her or not. His family was right here, and now he had to deal with a marriage agreement that only one party knew about. Although Tyrion had to know that Cersei saw the advantages of being Queen, she could help House Lannister from inside the Red Keep. Tyrion knew that his sister could most likely handle it, but it was the downside of being the Queen of Robert Baratheon. Tyrion knew that Cersei would rather be Queen beside their brother, if only they were born Targaryen's.

"Dear sister, we have business to handle, let us handle it now."

Cersei nodded, knowing that he was talking to the Westerlands Guardsmen Company rebuild, and multiple other things. A Squire of House Lannister had been in passing, Tyrion stopped the boy and gestured for him to come over,

"Be a good lad, and get Lord Lefford, Genna and Kevan Lannister to the Solar of Tytos Lannister."

Tyrion taking his plate food walked up the stairs towards the rooms and solars. His sister beside him, standing outside of Tytos Solar, they both entered and saw the notes that Tyrion had left before he went off to fight against House Reyne. Cersei also noted that Tyrion had a plan to introduce more ships towards House Lannister already sizeable Naval Force.

Tyrion sat down in the head chair that Tytos would usually sit in, Cersei sat opposite him. Tyrion was still eating his breakfast, while Cersei was looking through documents and trying to find where she left the new Guardsmen Outpost Schematic.

Soon they were joined by Lord Lefford, Aunt Genna, and Uncle Kevan. They all took a respective place, with Lefford sat the furthest away from Tyrion and Cersei. Kevan stood next to Tyrion, while Aunt Genna had sat next to Cersei.

"It seems while I was gone things happened, we have to work to put those things back to where they should be, there will also be improvements and no doubt that Tytos will have heard the news and send a Rider here with instructions on what to do. If that does not, this is to happen as followed and nothing else, until myself or Cersei say so."

Cersei had placed the documents she had in hand on the table, the three in the room were shocked. The new plan for the Guardsmen was brilliant, they were going to fortify the new Castle of Guardsmen. It was clear to the three that Tyrion and Cersei did not want the same thing to happen again, with this schematic, it was not going to happen. Cersei placed another next to it, which was going to be the courtyard and surrounding areas, it was going to be as large as Harrenhall and Casterly Rock, Lord Lefford would not complain, considering that he was already getting upkeep for the Castle that was slightly on his land.

"These are the improvements that we can start now, this new castle will hold 90,000 Men, this includes the Golden Company, Lost Legion, and any other Sellsword Company that Damon Lannister gets to join our forces. The time for games is over, no longer will we allow our men to not see danger coming, from this day, until our last, we will get the best trainers in Westeros and Essos to train our men. I swear it by the old gods and the new,"

Cersei had finished stating, Tyrion smiled at her, while Genna, Kevan, and Lefford were still in awe of the new plans. Cersei had not finished there, seeing that she was not finished. the three in the room had turned their attention back to her,

"If the Castle gets overcrowded, we move them towards the Housing of the Casterly Rock lands. A small castle will be able to hold 10,000 Men, if any improvements need to be made, they will go through Tytos, Tyrion, or myself. Like I said before, the time for games with this family is over"

They all nodded towards one another, knowing that the siblings were being serious and it was time for a change. Tyrion had finally finished his breakfast, actually, he had finished it a long time ago but he was just enjoying seeing Cersei taking a role that actually had her mark on it. Tyrion cleared his throat, bringing their attention to him. Cersei passed him the few notes that he had on the new plans for ships and such.

"Do we have any business with the Forresters of The North, Lords of Ironrath?"

Everyone looked to Kevan, who shook his head with a small frown on his face, wondering where this was going.

Tyrion nodded, expecting that answer and looked down towards his plans with a grin, the grin had unnerved the three in the room, except Cersei who grinned a little.

"Well, soon enough we will be doing business with them, we need their Ironwood. We are going to become a bigger threat at sea, what if the Ironborn decide to attack us? We need to be ready, which is why I have drafted new plans for ships, including War Galleys and Cogs for trading, the business in Essos will need some help also."

They all nodded, Tyrion passed them their own assignment and hoped that they could get them done soon. The three left the room, each of them reading the schematic that they were given. Back in the solar, Tyrion looked at Cersei and sighed,

"Do you think we're ready?"

Cersei looked at the stained glass that Tytos had installed, it was a perfect glass image of House Lannister Lording over Westeros and Essos. Cersei kept her eyes trained on the stained glass,

"Yes, yes we are..."

Tyrion smirked, going back to reading over his Schematics and also Cersei's.


Battle of Ashford


Flashback:

Tytos and Lyonel are seen talking, but in hushed whispers and suddenly Tytos hands start to glow golden, he shows it towards Lyonel who backs away slightly, wondering what happened to his friend. Tytos simply nodded, expecting the reaction and waited for Lyonel to calm down.

"My friend, I am going to gift you with something and it will come to you only when truly needed. This is something that cannot be taken away, I can only give it if you are truly accepting it, do you, Lyonel Marbrand, accept this mark as a gift?"

Lyonel looked towards his friend with wary eyes, he was going over it in his head, this was something that Tytos had said would come to him when truly needed. He looked down towards the ground, he looked back up and stared into the eyes of his friend, and Tytos could swear that Lyonel's eyes were blazing with a purpose, Lyonel nodded.

"I, Lyonel Marbrand, accept the mark as a gift.."

Tytos outstretched his hand, so did Lyonel and Tytos grasped it firmly, a gold aura surrounded the back of their palms. A Mark started to etch its way onto Lyonel's skin and bloodied it a little, the mark soon turned into seven pointed triangles, in the middle was an eye that was wide open. The mark had stopped etching its way into the skin of Lyonel and glowed a faint red aura, Tytos nodded towards Lyonel and went onto his horse, they both knew what needed to be done now.


On opposite sides of the field of Ashford were Loyalist and Rebel Forces, the sigil of House Tarly waving in the air, along with the sigils of its bannermen.

House Baratheon and Lannister sigils, also wave in the air. Robert Baratheon and Lyonel Marbrand are in front of their men, watching the opposition to make a move, they have lined up multiple archers behind them, along with pikemen who have shields in a circle formation that covers the Archers.

House Tarly and its banners have done the same without any pikemen or shields covering their Archers, Randyll Tarly stands in front of his men with a stoic face, watching the rebels with nothing but coldness in his eyes.

A Warhorn was sounded from both sides, Robert and Lyonel rode off with their men following behind them, yelling a warcry to the top of their lung. A General of The Guardsmen hung back, seating on a horse next to the Soldiers who were Archers and looked at them with a nod, they all took aim, aiming their bows high in the sky. The General looked closely and yelled out loud,

"LOOSE!"

The sounds of multiple arrows flying through the air were heard throughout, they slowly descended and glided towards House Tarly's men, the arrows hit their marks and impacted multiple soldiers of House Tarly.

The General looked at his men again, nodding towards them and they took aim once again, all aiming towards the sky. The General was inspecting the aim of the archers once again, he nodded in approval and yelled out,

"LOOSE"

The multiple arrows went flying through the air, once again raining down on the men of House Tarly. Suddenly the sounds of hooves were heard coming towards them at a fast pace, a loud clang was heard throughout the field of Ashford.

The Mounted men of House Tarly had tried to break the Shield Wall with their horses but came up short, their horses were impaled by the pikes. The other men of the shield wall had started to push the mounted men back, impaling them also, but trapping them as the bodies of the horses littered the ground. Leaving men to trip and suffocate In the mountain of growing bodies...


With Lyonel, he and the rest of his men had engaged a group of House Tarly Bannermen, they were led by a tall well-built man. He wielded two Longswords that seemed like it was bathed in the sunlight, he had already cut down five men of House Baratheon, The Guardsmen held their own against the man but even Lyonel could see that they were losing the battle.

Lyonel was currently doing battle with a Tarly boy, Lyonel could tell that the lad basically pissed grass, that's how green this boy was. Lyonel decided to spare the boy, he quickly sidestepped two sloppy swings of the boy's longsword, Lyonel kicked the boy's knee, making it bend and the boy lost his movement, Lyonel smacked the boy with the pommel of his Greatsword, thinking the boy was knocked out.

Lyonel noticed the man that wielded two Longswords, at his feat laid five men of the guardsmen, that brought. Lyonel at that moment felt fear, as he had been trained under the men of the guardsmen he had known they were strong and great, but here he knew that he met his match. This man was no Ser Arthur Dayne, but he was something, and that was what nerved Lyonel.

With a yell, Lyonel rushed forward with blinding speed, thinking that the man could not keep up but he would be proved wrong. Lyonel went for an overhead swing of his Greatsword, hoping that he would split the man in two. Lyonel's jaw dropped when the man had rolled out of the way, the man had grinned towards Lyonel, knowing that they had both met their match.

"My name is Darin of House Tarly, distantly related. "

Lyonel nodded, both of them know slowly circling one another. Darin ran forward first, catching Lyonel off guard. Lyonel not knowing what to do, bought his Greatsword up, hoping to deflect the blow that was coming towards him, only to feel connect with his cheek as he fell to the ground. He looked up, seeing the smug smile on the face of Darin Tarly.

Lyonel stood up, looking at Darin with a grin, he found nothing wrong with his stance and knew that he would have to pick his own spots. Lyonel dropped his Greatsword, knowing that it was preferred weapon, but he knew that he needed to even the edge, his own way. Lyonel released a sigh, he unsheathed his shortsword and dashed towards Darin.

Lyonel and Darin clashed, the clanging and slashing of steel were heard by all, some had been stopped fighting to witness the spectacular fight in front of them. It was clear that Lyonel had Skill and experience, but Darin had Skill just as much, it could go either way and both men knew that.

Lyonel went for a quick slash of his shortsword but pulled it back at the last second, Darin not even realizing that Lyonel had pulled his attack back, brought his Longswords up, hoping to deflect the blow, only to find that no clang came and Lyonel was no longer in front of him.

Darin screamed in pain as he felt something pierce the back of his knee, turning his head, he saw Lyonel. Before Darin blacked out he saw the smirking face of Lyonel, finally, Darin fell to the ground.

Lyonel picked up the Longswords that Darin had dropped to the ground, Lyonel left the Shortsword in the knee of Darin, knowing that something was stopping the boy from recovering fully.

Looking around the war zone, Lyonel noticed that House Tarly's men had dwindled, with the way that this battle is going. It was already a victory for the Rebel's but some men of House Tarly still fought with fire blazing hearts, it was something that Lyonel admired...

Lyonel looked across the field and saw that Randyll Tarly had just cut down a Baratheon Soldier, Lyonel whistles for his horse and it comes sprinting towards him. With ease he climbs on, riding towards Lord Tarly with nothing but a battle-thirsty grin on his face.

Randyll, noticing the horse had gotten a dagger from his sheath and threw it at the eye of the horse, going straight through and the horse gave a dying whimper.

Lyonel groaned as he stood up, facing the Lord of Horn Hill, Lyonel knew that this would be something and with a growl, ran towards Randyll...

Lyonel and Randyll started to trade swings, clanging was heard all around and was almost deafening. Lyonel grinned as he noticed that Randyll was getting tired, his breathing was coming out in pants and sounded like a choking man dying who was trying to find a breather of fresh air...

Lyonel capitalized, he feinted an attack and Randyll fell for it, he overextended his parry and Lyonel was with a burst of energy, dashed forward, bashing the pommel in the face of Randyll Tarly. Lyonel smirked down at the fallen form of Randyll, lifting his longsword over his head, about to deliver the killing blow.

Lyonel never noticed the Tarly Bannerman sneaking up behind him until he was stabbed in the back...


Lyonel sucked in a breath, his hands falling to his sides and his head felt, as his eyes also closed...

No one but Lyonel heard a voice whisper in the darkness...

"A Seeker has graced us again, it has been many years since our last Seeker, You shall become greater than before. Awaken Seeker Lyonel, Protect and Serve your most holy, serve and protect Tytos Lannister"


Lyonel's body began to convulse, the mark that Tytos gave him before started to glow brightly, a blue aura surrounding his hand...

An angelic sound was heard as a conjured blue sword had formed in the hand of Lyonel, with blinding speed that no human could see, Lyonel had taken the head off of the Tarly boy that would have been his killer. Lyonel looked towards the scared form of Randyll Tarly, Lyonel bashed his head in, tying him up with rope.

All around, noticing their subdued commanders the Tarly men surrendered, some even knelt towards Robert Baratheon who was bathed in blood...

They had won...

Robert and Lyonel had cleared the way towards The Riverlands, winning the Battle of Ashford,...


The border of The Westerlands


Tytos looked down at the palm of his hands, noticing that it was glowing a faint red and he looked back, smiling. He now had his first Seeker...


A/N: Finally, we got multiple POVs in this chapter but also our usual ones!

Get ready for improved Westerlands!

Also Cersei and Tyrion bonding moments

Also, keep reading to find out what role Seekers play in Westeros and why now Tytos has the power to mark some as Seekers.

Also, you saw that the Rebel's won the Battle of Ashford? How does this affect the War going forward!? Read in Chapter 8!