Tyus

He stood at the doorway on his grandfather's solar again. But this time, they're now at the Tower of the Hand in the Red Keep instead of the Ruins of Harrenhal. Different place yet, there are problems that should still be solved here.

Tywin is sitting on his study and currently occupied with a letter. He noticed that he is not reading it, his grandfather is just blankly looking at the paper. Moments passed, but the old lion is still absorbed by it and seemed deep in thought. Tyus cleared his throat to make his presence felt in the room.

Once it was heard, Tywin immediately looked at him and put the letter down. He took that as an invitation, and he walked silently till he reaches the chair in front of the desk. Once he is seated, he noticed that his grandfather never take his gaze off of him since he proceeded to enter the solar. Ah, here we go again.


Tywin

"Are you busy? I hope I didn't disturb you or anything. For I know as the Hand, you have more important matters to put your time into." His grandson held his gaze while he finished what he is saying.

"Why did you come here? I should have sent you away when I saw you if I don't have time."

Much to his grandson's credit, he never flinched or fidgeted to his gaze that would probably make other people blabber or not even look at his eyes when he's talking to them. After growing up with this stare lingering at him every time they are together, maybe the boy got used to it. From his observation, Tyus even learned for himself to look at the other person's eyes whenever he is talking to them in some matters. But what caught his interest is that his grandson's stare is said to be similar to his, from what he had heard. Good, he will need it one day.

"I must say it is not a serious matter." The boy raised his eyebrows at him and continued "Just about swords."

Is this boy kidding me

He hardened his stare at the boy and asked him in disbelief. "Swords? You came to me to talk about swords?"

On his defense, Tyus smiled a little. "Well, not just ordinary swords, grandfather. But I would like to discuss Valyrian Steel ones."

The old lion calmed down a bit and leaned back to his chair and fiddled his fingers at the tabletop. "What of it."

"About the ancestral sword of House Lannister."

"Hm, the long lost Brightroar. Yes, we used to have one before the Conquest. But that fool of a King took it with his grave. And now, his descendants suffer from his insolence." How come the most powerful house in Westeros doesn't possess a Valyrian steel sword of their own? That question loomed on his head even before he succeeded his father as the Lord of the Rock. For him, having an ancestral sword made of Valyrian steel is a symbol of prestige and superiority, since the Lannisters were Kings before Aegon's conquest.

"But he did grandfather, and we cannot do anything but to feel remorse about what he has done. He embraced death in exchange of what he did anyway, and the King you're talking about is the namesake of my cousin." The young lion soothingly reasoned while he leaned his elbow on the desk and looked at the nearby lion figures.

"It doesn't matter. We will get one for our house someday." The thought of the Stark's Ice got in his head. He plans to keep the sword and reforge it to a new one for his house when the war is over, and the Starks are brought to their knees. It is the most convenient way to have such sword since it one is already in their hands and they're on the verge of winning the war.

To go to the ruins of Valyria for an attempt to recover Brightroar will be a suicide, like what his younger brother, Gerion did. While gold is never a problem for him, it seems that every noble house in Westeros who has the swords had declined his offers to buy it. Instead, they foolishly prefer marriage arrangements which they will never get from him.

"Which house will you attempt to negotiate this time? Or you had someone to venture Essos and saw a sword with a considerable price?"

Tywin didn't answer his questions because he didn't like his tone. Instead, he just stares at him intently and clenched his jaw, which was enough to make the boy look at him. "How?"

"We already have one in our custody." He bluntly said.

Tyus' eyes widen at him "You mean Ice?" He paused and seemed to collect the right words to say. "They are still alive, grandfather, the sword belongs to them."

We'll see about that

"Of course, they can get it back. If they will win the war. I believe you knew that the victors of the battle have the right to press their own conditions." If they'll win this war. I don't see it happening at this very moment or even in the near future. Tywin picked up some sealed parchments and skimmed on it.

The boy had gotten what he meant and sighed. He leaned back in his chair. "Grandfather, is it foolish to search for such a sword?"

The question stopped him from what he is doing and gave his undivided attention to his grandson. "It is only foolish if your search will put your life in grave danger. Are you planning to sail for Old Valyria?"

"No." The boy spluttered out. "I treasure my life, as much as you treasure yours. So, no. I am not that desperate yet."

Tywin stood up and walked towards a nearby window and opened it. He surveyed the sight at the Tower that overlooks most of the city. "Even if you don't treasure it, I will have you locked up in your chambers if you decided to do so. Lannisters are not fools, Tyus. I might have wanted a sword to call our own, but I won't allow you to have yourself killed just to get one." He wouldn't allow losing another Lannister just to get a damn sword. They have the gold, they have the power, and they are about to win a war that will give them one of these. An unsure adventure just to capture a weapon will be unnecessary. Lastly, he must admit that the boy's presence is important to him to be wasted just for a weapon.

"Aye, grandfather. I've figured."

He turned his attention back to his grandson and walked back at the desk. "Also, your visit is timely. I also have much to discuss with you. But mine concerns more sensible things."

Tyus raised his chin upon hearing him and looked to him. "And what are those... Concerns of yours?"

He sat back and matched the boy's stare "You are spending too much time with our hostage lately."

Tyus simply nodded. "Yes, that's a fact I must confirm. Is it forbidden?"

"No, no." He shook his head and continued "I just wanted to know... Why?" Out of all his children, aside from Tyrion, nobody has the guts to engage him in a casual and blunt conversation without angering him other than Tyus. Well, nothing more can be said for the royal grandchildren since he is discreetly disappointed in them. Cersei's children are deemed as princes, but they do not appear and behave as such. But he didn't express it or even meant to since he doesn't want Robert to have an ill will towards him. If he ever cares for his children. But if they already knew it, that is not his problem anymore.

Looking back at Tyus, he is must admit that he is somehow pleased of what the boy has become and how he carries himself. The fact that he is the sole person who can talk to him in this fashion without ushering irritation from him is enough for a reason. Despite not choosing to become a Knight from being an able fighter, the boy made up for it in effectively administering the shipping and trading in Lannisport without lingering anomalies and corruption. His efforts in raising the boy into a promising formidable ruler had bored its fruit.

A matter must be decided soon enough, Tywin thought to himself.

Tyus didn't answer immediately and gestured to pry about his question more. He then added "Why do you spend too much time with the girl? Don't tell me she just caught your attention. You are better than that." He said the last words in a manner chastising the boy. Sansa Stark, the girl, is said to be attractive and can be deemed as the most beautiful lady in Westeros. That alone is a sufficient ground for Tyus to fancy the girl and waste precious time at her. But Tywin would have none of it.

The young lion only rests his head on a hand and leaned his elbow on the desk. "I guess it's time for you to know. It's a long story."

He just retained his gaze at the boy to silently bid him to continue.

"I figured out that one of your most trusted men in your Small Council has a plan for her. And that plan, if I may say, is crucial to the power struggle in the realm you are ruling."

Who will it be, he immediately thought. Although he already suspects someone, he still asked the boy for confirmation "Who is this man?"

"Your Master of Coin, grandfather. Petyr Baelish." The boy bluntly said these words as if it meant that the sun is rising the next day. His subject of suspicion is right then.

"That devious lowborn is not one of my men. He is just in his current position because of that halfwit Baratheon and his hand. If I am the one on their steed, he won't even think of leaving the Vale." From the time he left the position he held for a considerable time in his life, the people who ruled sentenced death to the realm. Slowly but surely. Even if he is back in his position, the war is continuing its purpose, and people who want power and influence aren't keeping it with themselves anymore. People like Baelish. If he still ruled as the hand when his daughter became the queen, no one will dare to act for more power, especially crossing the Lions.

"But he did, and now he plans to hold the power in the North."

It rang a bell in Tywin's head. A vital information just came from the Riverlands before the boy walked in. Bearing the word that his nephews are murdered by Rickard Karstark. But what's more important is that the young wolf sentenced one of his most loyal bannerman to death for killing their hostages. What a dumb decision, he thought to himself. And now, the tides are fully in favor for them as the Karstark men withdrew their forces and left the Northmen half of their intended numbers in the war. It seems that they are losing this war on their own.

He also came to know that the Starks in Winterfell were killed by their ward himself. With Robb Stark on the verge of losing the war, and his eldest sister and only remaining sibling in their custody, the North is ripe for their taking. Only some necessary actions are just needed to be done.

All the pieces came together for Tywin. A plan of action had laid down in his mind.

"How you've known this... scheme?"

Tyus visibly shifted in his seat. "I met the girl. Unfortunately, he arrived and noticed that he aims to get on the Stark girl's good side. For all people, Littlefinger won't do anything in kind, grandfather. So, I personally investigated on what he will gain for doing such, and found out that Sansa is the heir to the North."

"He plans to get the girl, Sansa, for his own? Isn't he?" He won't allow anyone to interfere with his plans.

"Aye. And that's what I'm trying to prevent from happening. So, If it is fine with you, I should not be condemned with what I am doing the next time, grandfather." The boy paused and slightly smiled, "for I am helping you."

"Be that if you wished." Tywin realized that his grandson is helping him in his scheme aside from driving Baelish away from it. He also made another step much easier to claim the North in a legitimate way. A marriage arrangement.

"What do you have in mind for the sneaky bastard?" Tyus' question interrupted his thinking. "You can't have him lurking around the Red Keep, seated comfortably in your Small Council. It is dangerous to rule with people beneath you who also wants the power for themselves."

It is always dangerous to rule, Tyus. For people always wanted power. It's just the matter of giving them the benefit of the doubt and using them for your own gain while having them thinking you gave them the grain.

Tywin cannot just order Baelish be arrested since he has no concrete evidence of his acts or what he plans to do for all of it are just schemes. He needed a much neater action. Also, Littlefinger is clinging to his House, for all the access to power he could get from him and the fact that the Lannisters are the true rulers of the realm. He might just use him as a pawn for another beneficial action but not without his watchful eye.

"I have something in mind for him." He simply answered to Tyus.

The boy relaxed in his seat and sighed. "It is all good then? If yes, I'll take my leave, grandfather."

When Tyus is about to stand, he stated "Keep doing what you're doing."

The boy just nodded and left.


Tyus

Once he got out of his grandfather's reach, he slumped his shoulders and repeatedly breathe heavily. Trying to get Tywin Lannister on your graces is not an easy task. But the information that he wields surely helped his cause. Now that the old lion is not on his way anymore, he can continue protecting Sansa from whatever ill they planned for her just to get more power while undermining her well being. She doesn't deserve to suffer anymore after all that had happened to her, he thought to himself.

Once he finished the steps of the lowest stairs, he noticed his father who already had his eyes on him. "You talked to your grandfather," Tyrion asked him once he walked closer to his old man. It is not a question but just stating a fact.

"Yes, quite the usual manner." He sarcastically said while gesturing his hands to the stairs where he just came from.

"It is not the usual my son. It will always be like that."


A/N: I included from ASOIF Tywin's brother who sailed to Valyria and went missing. I liked ASOIF more, but I like to venture to the post season 6. That's why I included and will probably include more book aspects.

I think I messed up Tywin's plan for Baelish here. But I thought that he is clever and not black and white. I made him not to arrest LF since he could still use him for his own gain for he knows that he's a sucker for power. And in this timeframe, Tywin Lannister means power. Soooo

I ruled out the lack of evidence as the primary motivation here for all we know that evidence in their court trials grows like sprouts (Tyrion's trial). And its just shit

And also, I think LF's imprisonment would probably make a very different AU than the TV canon. AND LIFE WILL BE BORING

Saying this in advance: this is not a fix it fic. Hence, not much of an AU aside from the small changes in the storyline caused by the OC and his activities. It may be a spoiler, but he will not make Westeros a better place. It is meant to be dark af.

Ps. I am trying my best for not making him a Gary Stu or whatever you call an almost perfect player that can win it all. No. Since nobody in GRRM's universe can do that, Why can I?

-Wait can Dany win it all? If for you, it's yes, then I take the second to the last phrase back.

Cred to the God of the ASOIF, GRRM, who can bring back dead Jon Snow anytime he pleases or the fans rages. To Dan and David and the show runners who made Arya that girl who killed the Waif with a cool chase while gravely wounded with the sponsor of Lady Crane's milk of the poppy. (Y'all should have that, even Khal Drogo) and to HBO for the 7 episodes of Season 7.

Seriously, I thank them, and I own nothing just like Jon knows nun.