People like things to be simple. That's a fact, complexity is the last thing anyone wants hear, yet is the thing that fills our world. Idea's are complex, and life is complex, everything worth knowing or doing is complex. Arya understood that more than most people, and she had used that to her advantage wantonly. When her sister had wanted to wear dresses and flirt with boys Arya had read Dostoyevsky, while Sansa gossiped Arya watched Jon grow up with her mother's hate. While girls at her school had tried to hide from how the world was, Arya had embraced it, she read, she watched, and she learned; Arya had made herself valuable, more than simply an object. The term millennial women could be thrown at her with no objections. Yet because of her own stupidity Arya felt that she had reduced her worth back simply to her bodies functions.

"Arya?" Tyrion asked, breaking Arya from her introspection. "Are you ok?"

"Fine", Arya blurted, "fine, just tired." Tyrion stared at her moment before turning his back to her and walking into the kitchen. Looking over his shoulder Tyrion began to talk "I understand my family can be quite tiring." Arya watched as he awkwardly lifted himself into a backless stool that stood next to a granite peninsula.

"Umh," Arya started, "why you are here?"

The little man seemed to be agitated by Arya's question, as his stilted legs shuffled from side to side as his seemed only to focus a bit of dirt in his nails. "You must be a very special girl," he said after several moments, "he is usually so, shall I say, lacking."

"Well he is less lacking than you," Arya retorted.

The little man turned suddenly, muttering something that sounded remarkably like "if I had a dollar," before his mouth turned into a smile and he looked back at her. "As much as I love to trade words, this is not the time for that girl." His short legs swung worthlessly below the chair, unable to reach the rest a good foot below them. "Me and my father have never had an amicable relationship, but he has never been one to ignore ability. Simply Arya you must not allow yourself to be controlled, you must make your own decisions," he finished with a cocksure smirk on his face.

Arya slowly walked towards Tyrion until she stood, towering over him, at the front of his stool. "Never accuse me of not making my own opinion, little man. I know the truth about you, a little man who has even littler morals." Arya stabbed a pointed finger into his chest, "Don't try to play politics with me."

Tyrion sighed audibly before beginning to speak, "you shouldn't dismiss a friend like that."

"When I give a shit I'll tell you," Arya almost shouted before turning and walking out of the room.

As she left Tyrion called after her, "when you do call make sure to get my secretary Shagga."


Today in a surprise turn of events the Lannisport Stags fired head coach Gregor Clegane, replacing him with interim coach Gendry Waters. Now Jimmy how do take this news.

Well Pete it's a good and a bad. In the good section it means that owner Tywin Lannister seems to finally be interested in his team. As reports our coming in that he cut short a business trip in Braavos to personally fire Clegane, something that suggests a level of involvement that we have never seen from the billionaire. Also with this, a short leave of absence has been announced for general manager Kevan Lannister. The two things suggest that the whole organization is serious about reform. But, and there is a big but, the downside is that this more than likely is not the reform that is needed. I'll say this, and Pete I mean this, Kevan was a good manager, he handled the draft well, he made good trades, and he brought a level of competence to the front office that hadn't been at the Stags for a long time. Also interim head coach Gendry Waters is unproven, he hasn't even coached a single season in the pro's.

What about his two seasons at Flea's Bottom Jimmy?

Well what about it? I tell you, it proved a lot about him. First he's a risk taker; he's a coach that will throw out the how to guide and simply go by his gut, always onside kicks it, always goes for two, always goes for it on fourth down. Second he knows how to make the players care about the team, he is in all honesty one of the most motivational coaches that I have ever seen. Yet despite all the checks in the plus column, he is still unproven, he's young, he has quite the abrasive personality and he is in many cases younger than the guys he's going to be coaching. Yes the guy made the worst team in high ball state champs in two season. Yes thats impressive, future top level coach stuff, yes, but again I can't help but think that this whole thing is a disaster waiting to happen.

What about the quarterback situation at the Stags?

Well it's a mix of good and bad. On the good side they have probably the hottest rookie in the league right now with Heisman finalist Joffrey, whom they got with the first pick in the draft. But he's not ready for the big time, and probably won't be until later in the season. Which leads us to the current starter Ramsay Snow, who last season showed himself to be a passable, but not great, quarterback. If Gendry can play to his strengths, the flats and crossing routes, with a mix of runs and run option, he could really be used to great effect.

And what about sixth round pick Brienne?

In all honesty she was a gimmick. A shot in the dark that could possibly pay off, teams make them all the time in the later rounds. But the way I see it she doesn't have the physicality to really make it this league, and more than likely will just end up being a back up to the gunners in front of her.

Well thanks Jimmy, and we'll be back right after these messages.

With that Tywin flicked the radio in his car off and sat back into his seat with an audible sigh. He had been sitting in front of Casterly Rock for a long time, simply listening to the radio as news of his decision was announced, sipping on a latte he had picked up on his way back from the training grounds.

Holding his now empty latte Tywin stepped out of his car before a loud ringing assaulted his ears.

"Hello, Tywin speaking," he said answering his cell.

"Tywin it's Catalyn. Do you know where Arya is, she isn't answering my calls?"

"I wouldn't know," Tywin responded, "I'm not her mother."

"Don't get cheeky with me Tywin ," Catalyn responded sounding offended.

"Then don't ask stupid questions," Tywin responded as he ended the call.

Opening the door Tywin stepped into the mansion, and immediately his nostrils were attacked by the sweet smell of things baking. Going to investigate Tywin quickly walked into the kitchen where Arya was staring at the oven. She wore nothing but a large t-shirt emblazoned with the logo for some band Tywin had never heard of, and never planned to hear, and black panties. Tywin stood and simply stared for a moment before Arya noticed him.

"What are you looking at old man," she asked putting special emphasis on the last part.

"You," he answered, "I did not know that you baked?"

"I wanted cake, didn't know where you kept the car keys, so I decided to make myself some."

"Three doors down from my room, open the desk drawer, they're all in there. How was the doctor?"

"Weird, she said that you should have come, glad you didn't." Arya answered as she continued to stare at the oven. "Oh and your son stopped by." Tywin felt a confused look cover his face, "the short one," she answered before he could ask. "Anything I should be concerned about," Tywin asked as a beeper went off. "Wouldn't see why, guys an ass," Arya answered as she retrieved a large cake pan from the oven. "You want some," Arya asked as she began to spread icing on the cake.
"I'm good."

"Your loss," came her response as the cake seemed to have grown a good two inches under her zealous icing policy.

"Arya ." She continued to pour icing on to the poor cake. "Arya!" Tywin said with even more force and again to the same result. "ARYA!" He almost yelled, finally get her attention, as she turned to him with a face covered in icing. "What?"

"Get yourself dressed, we're going somewhere for dinner." For a moment Arya stared at him before saying under her breath, "well you didn't have to yell about that."

"Arya!"

"Ok,ok, I'll get dressed, no need to get riled up." Arya answered wiping icing from her face. "Is there an occasion for this?" Arya asked as she licked icing from her fingers.

"I want a burger", Tywin answered as she sauntered out of the room.


Several minutes later Arya was sitting in the passenger seat of a jet black Jag as Tywin pulled out of Casterly Rock. The mansion was situated on a small plateaued hill that rested next to the mountain that housed the Millennial old seat of the Westerlands. Most of the network of caves and structures that had made up the castle was too unstable to be inhabited, but the curtain walls and spires that sat atop the mountain still stood unflinching to time or nature.

Arya watched the sun outlined the massive mountain. A thousand generation of Lannisters had inhabited that place into time immemorial. And several more had lived in the mansion that sat in its shadow. The legacy of the Lannisters was almost as long as the mountain that they had called home was tall.

"We still own the thing," Tywin said noticing Arya's stare, "not that we use it for much. Overnight school trips and the occasional crazed parachutist is all it is good for but still," Tywin stopped as the words seem to stop on his tongue.

"A nice reminder of what was," Arya supplied.

"Yeah," Tywin said in half hearted agreement before hitting his hand against the radio. The light strumming of a guitar suddenly erupted from the cars speakers as Arya turned back to the mountain.

Soon Tywin was driving through the center of Lannisport. The city flashed by the tinted windows as they drove deeper into its beating heart. A young women in high heels pushed a stroller in front of the car at a red light, her eyes covered in big bug eyed sunglasses. A sneer covered her face as she looked at Arya, as if to condemn her for everything she had ever done.

"You get that often," Tywin asked the women finished crossing the road. "Women love to hate each other, some primal thing," Arya answered as she felt the car accelerate beyond the light. "No wonder it took you all so long to vote,"Tywin responded flatly.

"Yeah it was that," Arya answered as a new started on the radio. A young melancholy women began to sing as they passed a large park filled with families enjoying the afternoon sun. And as the women kept singing Arya became lost in the lyrics.

Yeah maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person

Well baby, I know

And these fingertips, will never run through your skin

And those bright blue eyes can only meet mine across a room

Filled with people that are less important than you

All cause you love, love, love when you know I can't love

You love, love, love when you know I can't love

"Arya," Tywin started as the song faded away, they were parked now, "I fired Glegor," he looked away her from at the upscale shops that line the street as if was almost embarrassed by it.

"Finally," Arya said forcefully, " took you long enough."

"I didn't tell you that for your opinion Arya," Tywin said as he looked back at her. His eyes were the ones that everyone knew, cold, calculating, eyes that saw all that they looked at and saw every detail; they were not the ones that Arya had sometimes seem, the ones that suggested that there was more than self interest within him. "Kevan is taking a leave of absence as general manager." Arya shrugged in response. "They shouldn't be called the Stags you know, our crest has a lion on it Arya." The word "our" was not lost upon Arya as Tywin continued to speak. "But war leaves a long legacy, the war of five kings almost destroyed this family, and it did destroy our honor. We were no longer lions, but doe's to be hunted, at least we our stags now but that is still an insult." Tywin paused for a moment from his history lesson his face a mixture of disgust and anger. "When my father started that team he was too stupid to call it what he should have, but instead he named it after our humiliation. Arya I need someone who can be a lion."

"I'm not a lion, I'm a direwolf," Arya answered as she looked back at Tywin.

"Even better," Tywin said before he opened his door and left the car.

Wow so that took a while to write. Thank you to everyone who has read, subscribed, and commented on this thing it really does mean alot to me.