Revolution

Tychus sat calmly in the brig of the pirate ship as they made their way to Meereen contemplating recent events. His capture, of course, was not planned and it put a hiccup into his previous plan to join the Golden Company. What was worse was where he was going. Meereen a backwater slaver city in Tychus' mind no matter how grand they tried to make it look. In addition, Meereen trained scholars, teachers, scribes and other similar practices. Useful perhaps in the far future but not for the plans at hand. There were several times where he considered escape or even taking the ship for himself. But the more he thought about it the less he wanted to do so. In addition, to scholars, Meeren also had Pit fighters. The Pirates intended to sell him as one, something he wasn't too objective towards. If he played the situation correctly, this could prove to be very beneficial to his future plans.

When they finally arrived Tychus was lined up with several other captives. His impressive physique ensured that he attracted a score of potential buyers eager to take advantage of this opportunity. As the number of buyers increased, so did the bid for Tychus. Finally, he was bought by a noble named Grazdor zo Galare, the House of Galare was considered modest in terms of wealth, and influence. They mostly dealt with pit fighters and even had a training school.

Once he was with his new master he gripped him tightly, "I'm taking an awfully big risk with you, now. "He growled. You cost me a fortune and I must say you better be worth it."

Tychus smirked, "if there is fighting involved than I doubt you will be disappointed."

Grazdor nodded, "so do you have a name or should I give you one."

Tychus was silent for a moment thinking of a suitable name before he replied, "Maegor, master." He said with a deep bow smiling inwardly.

Tychus was taken to House Galare's training academy which consisted of 70 other fighters. It was normal for the veterans to test out the new recruits, Tychus was no exception. It was also a tradition for them to bet on how long they would last. Tychus took the opportunity to take in this new environment, and all things considered, this wasn't too bad. Four sturdy walls, a stable roof and three proper meals a day that didn't make him sick. Tychus could not help but be amused by the fact that a slave in Essos ate better than a commoner in Westeros.

As he was eating his first actual food in weeks, one pit fighter a burly man with many scars and a milky white eye knocked over his bowl spilling its contents onto the floor. You need to earn the right to eat with us green boys," the man sneered. Chuckles erupted from the dining hall until Tychus calmly scooped up a portion of spilt gruel and flung it at the guy's bad eye. The room went deathly quiet as the man glared at him with fists clenched. "That was a big mistake green boy," he growled.

Tychus leaned back on his chair and replied, "you're right, it was indeed a big mistake," he paused before adding, "for you."

Behind him two men made to grab his arms and pin him to the wall, Tychus smashed his now empty bowl and clenched some of the broken pieces between his fingers. he swung his fist around catching both men in the jaw with the sharp pieces of clay slicing into their face both men dropped to their knees screaming and clutching their bloody faces. Tychus walked over to where the man's meal was set, "I believe you owe me something."

The man tried to stop him but Tychus grabbed his throat and lifted him into the air like a child. "This is what you need to remember," he growled. "I'm not trapped in here with you, you're trapped in here with ME." He threw the man aside and took his bowl, before returning to his table and began eating. Afterwards, he was confronted by one of the other pit fighters, a vicious looking man with eyes that reminded Tychus of the Smiling Knight. "You know how to handle yourself, I'll give you that," he said. Not everybody can give ol' Bruck a beating like that."

"I've been around enough," Tychus replied. "Though a cat doesn't need much to take out a rat."

The man looked him over, and held out his hand, "the name's Jak, Daggers."

Tychus returned Jack's look before shaking the man's hand, "Maegor."

Jak smirked, "you're westerosi aren't you?"

Tychus nodded, and Jak smiled and gestured for him to follow him, "okay then westerner let's see what you're made of."

Tychus grinned, "now you're singing my melody."

Tychua and Jak headed for the training yard, Tychus picked up an axe while Jak drew two long knives. Jak was obviously quicker and wielded his two blades to a blurr causing Tychus to stay on the defensive. Despite being much slower than him, Jak was conscious of his opponent's strength and knew that if he got too close it could prove fatal. As they duelled the two also talked, getting a read on each other.

"I've never known a westerosi that would willingly fight without armour," Jak noted.

"It helps sharpen one's awareness," Tychus explained.

"You have one strange mentality Maegor," Jak quipped.

"You don't know the half of it, Tychus replied with a grin.

Bonding over fighting, and half a hundred wounds later, Jak decided to introduce Tychus to his closest companions, Meereenese named Beska, a summer islander named Amaya, and a Yi-Tish named Bloodsong. All this did not go unnoticed by Grazdor who witnessed the newcomer land a blow to one of his best fighters. He smiled believing that this new recruit would be more profitable than he thought.

Over the next few days, Grazdors's trainers tested Tychus, it was clear that he was a highly skilled warrior. In fact, training seemed pointless in his case. The one major problem was that the trainers had a hard time disciplining him since whippings did little to faze him. Tychus inwardly thanked his father for giving him such a gift. Grazdor quickly took notice of Tychus' sadistic nature had him compete in the very next pit fight clad in only a pair of breeches to see what he was capable of. For too long Tychus had kept his bloodlust contained and when Tychus unleashed it, his ferocity came roaring out like a raging tiger. His opponent was none other than Bruck himself. Bruck was a veteran fighter and the winner of over thirty matches. Despite the man's skill with a spear, Tychus sustained several cuts before he snapped the man's spear with his bare hands and ripping off his head.

This was just a taste of what was to come, the first of many victories. The years he spent fighting without armour when he was younger became his saving grace. For the next few years, Tychus became one of the most celebrated pit fighters in the history of the games. He competed in no less than 100 matches and emerged victorious every single time. His hunger for blood and violence seemed insatiable as he butchered his opponents in unique and gruesome ways. It was savagery and the crowds loved it.

Many of his matches varied, some were one on one against specially trained champions. But for the most part, Tychus would find himself facing multiple enemies, sometimes armed sometimes unarmed. As his fame spread warriors from all over came to test themselves against him and Tychus would face warriors from all over the world. Unsullied, Norvosi axemen, Dothraki screamers, Qohorik hunters, Bravo swordsmen and even exiled knights from his homeland. He wrestled with the famed ibbenese and the 'men' from Sothoryos, and even fought animals. In his career, Tychus killed 500 men and 50 beasts. There was one spectacle where he killed a bear unarmed by shoving his arm down the bear's throat causing it to choke to death.

For a time Tychus had considered making his stay permanent. He almost believed that this was where he belonged, in the arena. Nothing required of him but his brutality and skills as a warrior. Every time he stepped into that Arena and heard the crowds chanting his name and scream as he spilt one opponent's blood after another. Tychus felt like he was in his true element. He served his master loyally and even prevented a few assassination attempts on his life.

Because of this success, House Galare's wealth soared and he himself ended up living a life of luxury. He had his choice of food his own personalized quarters and any woman he wanted. Though ever so often a noblewoman would summon him to her chambers. That was one downside since they tended to vary in terms of looks from gorgeous to revolting. Still, Tychus decided to use this to his advantage and began trading his company in exchange for secrets instead of coin. These secrets were mainly concerned with the wealth of the slavers. Where they stored their gold and their connections with the free cities.

Despite his splendid living conditions, Tychus was far from satisfied. There were times where his mind drifted to Casterly Rock, his siblings, the life he once had. In a strange way, he missed it, but more often his mind wandered to the girl he met in Lys, her hair, her eyes, her voice, the curves of her body. Then he also remembered why he had left in the first place, his personal vendetta. Tychus had no intention of staying but he needed to wait for the opportune moment. He was getting older and in his mind, this meant he was running out of time. He would leave this place but he was not going alone something he later admitted to Jak.

"What's up with you," Jak asked one day.

"I think I've gone as far as I can go," Tychus muttered. "But I don't intend to stay here much longer."

Jak shook his head, "how can you say that? You're celebrated and honoured, people chant your name from Qarth to Volantis, you can have anything you want. Then, there is a high probability that you will win your freedom soon."

Tychus shook his head, "I'm not a mutt that should be given treats for being good. I take what I want."

Jak smiled, "and just how are you going to do that."

Tychus shrugged, "the gods will provide," he said. "But one thing I know, if we have to fight it might as well be for freedom."

Jak stared at him curiously, "what are you saying?"

Tychus gave Jack a half smile, "I'm saying we shouldn't do this for much longer."

Tychus knew he would need time not only to formulate a plan but also to wait for the right moment to make his move. He spends this time speaking with his fellow pit Fighters and slaves getting an understanding of the city's layout. He even used the 'nights' spent with noble women to gain more secretive information. Two years after he first set foot in Meereen, his wish was granted. The Masters of Slavers Bay were going to host a Grand Game in Meereen, the largest ever in history. It was to celebrate the fall of House Targaryen, 'Valyria's last child', they called them. The games would last for a whole week involving thousands of pit fighters and every slaving family would be attending. When Tychus learned of a large gathering of pit fighters, he realized his chance had come and slowly began to formulate a plan.

Tychus, Jak and their other companions spoke with the other pit fighters and together they began plotting their escape. Since they were all likely to die anyway, the Pit fighters agreed, knowing they had nothing to lose.

"I've talked with some of the guards that I personally know," Jak said. "They have agreed to join us and know of others that feel the same."

Tychus nodded in approval, "good, the more swords we have at our back the better." He looked at Jak who seemed worried. "What is it," Tychus asked slightly irritated.

Jak frowned, "some of us are wondering why not just kill the masters and take the city for ourselves?" Jak suggested to the agreement of many fighters.

Tychus shook his head, "If we kill the masters then their families will hunt us to the end of the world. Besides taking Meereen is one thing, then we face the nightmare of having to hold it. We cannot do so with a mere 2,000 men."

"Surely the slaves of Meereen can help," Jak offered.

"They are more of a hindrance than a help," Tychus replied grimly. "Meereen has strong walls but this is not Astapor. This city produces scholars and tutors, household slaves, they are not soldiers, they are not labourers. I will not shove spears into such soft green hands and order them to fight. We take care of ourselves and any companions we may have." After coming to an agreement arrangements were made to get any friends or loved ones out of the city once the revolt started. Tychus took special care with this detail since he had a number of mistresses in Meereen and several of them had his offspring. He had failed his first child and he swore he would not fail these ones as well.

However, a week before the tournament something happened that nobody saw coming, not even Tychus. His master Grazdor had fallen ill and as he lay on his deathbed, he called Tychus to him. "Maegor," The old man wheezed, "you have served my family well, you have restored our great name and brought us to glory once more." He went into a coughing fit before continuing. "My beloved wife, gods bless her had no interest for the fighting pits and I will not force her. So as a token of my appreciation. I have decided to grant you your hard-won freedom as well as a small fortune to help you start a life." With that, he pulled Tychus close and whispered, "I wish you good fortune my Hungry Lion."

With Tychus now a free man, the other Pit Fighters were now in a bind. "What are we going to do now," Amaya asked with exasperation. "Maegor was the mind behind this scheme without him we can't hope to succeed."

"Perhaps we should have never agreed to it in the first place." Beska agreed.

At that moment they were inturrepted by Tychus who had come to say farewell to his fellow pit fighters. Jak immediately went to confront him but before he could get out a word, Tychus raised his hand. "This changes nothing," he said. "Stick to the plan and I'll join you along the way. I made a promise and I intend to keep it." He turned to Jak, you know what you need to do, all I ask is that you meet me half way."

Jak glared at him for a few moments before nodding. "If you fail me I'll hunt you straight to hell." He growled. Tychus smiled and nodded in response.

Before long, the Slave Masters had gathered for the tournament. The night before the games were to commence, a huge feast was prepared with a hundred courses and entertainment of all sorts. It was revealed that at the very end the last pit fighter standing would fight a champion from each city. These champions were specially trained from birth and had a unique set of skills. One of these spectacles were mock battles between different pit fighters mainly to see who trained the best. These were nonlethal matches since the masters wanted to save the real bloodshed for the games. Unknown to the masters these mock battles played well into Tychus' plan. Bloodsong had managed to steal the key to the cells where the pit fighters were held. While the masters were busy watching the mock fights, the Pit Fighters crept out of there cells. They killed a number of guards loyal to the masters and stole their uniforms and weapons. The bodies of the guards were dumped into the cells to avoid suspicion. Since many other pit fighters were injured during the mock fights, the blood wasn't considered suspicious. After taking the uniforms and weapons the Pit Fighters took positions as guards on the walls and gates and waited for the signal from Tychus.

Afterwards, the leader of the host an ancient looking man weighing over 20 stone raised his goblet. "Here today we celebrate the end of the enemy that brought our great civilization to its knees. Valyria thought it was above us, better than us, they smashed our great empire and subjugated us. Look at us now dragonlords, your empire is dead, your dragons are dead, your people are dead. Even your last family the Targaryens have fallen, and yet, WE'RE STILL HERE." The masters cheered in unison and raised their glasses. The celebration lasted hours with feasting, drinking and fucking. Eventually, the masters ended up getting into a drunken stupor.

This was the chance they had been waiting for. Under the cover of night, Jak and the other pit fighters met with the renegade guards. To their complete surprise, outside the school, they were met by Tychus who had snuck back into the city using the sewage drains. They divided themselves into several groups each one assigned to a raid. The first targeted the smithy and armouries for weapons and armour, the second raided the storerooms and warehouses for food and clothes. The third raided the Stables to retrieve horses and pack mules, the fourth was sent to free the rebel's relations namely lovers and kin. The fifth and final one was led by Tychus himself. He slew the guards loyal to the masters and for good measure, they set fire to the ships at the harbour as a distraction.

Now that they were properly equipped Tychus and his newfound following snuck out of the city. It is said that over 400 pit fighters and 2,000 guards made their escape that night along with 3,000 loved ones. As they distanced themselves from the free city Tychus turned to look at Meereen one last time and said with a smile. "I'll be back, mark my words I'll be back."

The Masters were still recovering from last nights festivities when they learned about what had happened. They immediately began scrambling trying to figure out what to do. The good master suggested sending unsullied after them, but since the unsullied were on foot and the slaves had horses the masters knew they would never catch up. So they sent word to any dothraki Khal and sellsword company promising a handsome reward for the recapture of the slaves.

The Slave Army made its way to the ruined city of Bhorash, where they stopped to make camp. While there, Tychus recovered the chest of treasure his former master had given him. Shortly after his release, Tychus has hidden the chest away here for safe keeping. After the reprieve, Tychus set his sights on his first target, the port city of Tolos. , The sheer speed and surprise of the attack prevented them from mounting an effective defense, despite the valiant efforts of the famed Tolosi slingers. Tychus and his men successfully sacked the city and freed its slave population. They made off with more weapons and supplies which they used toarme the new recruits. After sacking Tolos, Tychus moved further west and razed the City of Mantarys which was rumoured to have monsters. A rumour Tychus confirmed to be true, he killed most of the people there, though a few were spared this fate. Among the survivors was a boy with a third eye in the back of his head whom Tychus took in.

After sacking these two cities Tychus continued his push west where he encountered a small Khalasar Tychus prepared to challenge the Khal to single combat. But to his surprise, they didn't attack and was more surprised when the Khal approached him. The Khal had pale skin and dirty blonde hair. In fact, he looked more western than eastern. "Greeting," the khal said in common tongue. "I Khal Azhak."

Intrigued Tychus gave him a curt nod, "I am Maegor, how did you come to know our tongue Khal Azhak?"

"My mother slave from the west," Azhak replied, "she teach me many things."

Tychus nodded, "I am surprised you have not attacked us, we do seem ripe for the taking."

Azhak shook his head, "I not like other Khals," he replied. "We hear tales of great slave warrior called Maegor, my witch tells you make great ally."

Tychus cocked his head, this man was no typical Khal that much was certain, and an opportunity has presented itself. "That will depend," Tychus replied, "how can I be of service?"

"I have quarrel with other Khalasar led by Khal Shano. "Long and bitter fighting."

Tychus nodded and grinned, "I'll help you crush Shano if you help me reach the west."

Azhak nodded, "done."

Tychus and Azhak hatched a scheme to defeat the rival khalasar and together he and Azhak ambushed Khal Shano's Khalasar at a river bank reinforced by Tychus' army. Tychus rode into this battle armourless in order to make an impression on the dothraki who respected such a thing. Cutting down screamers left and right he seemed unstoppable. Shano and Azhak met in a duel where Azhak was able to slay his old rival while Tychus killed his kos and bloodriders. With the death of their Khal and his lieutenants, the rest of Shano's khalasar surrendered, and Azhak quickly absorbed them into his own Khalasar, doubling its size. Azhak thanked Tychus for his help and in gratitude helped Tychus defeat an army sent by Volantis to put down the slave army. Having a Khalasar by his side was enough to deter many of the free cities from sending more soldiers after them.

After the defeat of Khal Shano, Tychus decided to turn his army into a mercenary company called the Forsaken. Along his journey from Meereen to the Sea Tychus plundered plantations and liberated slaves, most gladly joined the growing army. By the time he reached the western coast his army had swelled to 6,000 soldiers with 10,000 non-combatants. His plan was to do various odd jobs for the free cities as they made their way to Braavos. In order to secure its position as a sellsword company, the Forsaken hunted down the Brave Companions, a company with an ill reputation. In this regard, Tychus proved successful completely wiping them out save for a handful of men. These included Qyburn a Former Maester, Russel a robber knight, Iggo a dothraki, Timeon a Dornish spearman and Togg Joth an Ibbenese. Tychus took a particular interest in Qyburn due to his desire to acquire more knowledge of the human body. "The pursuit of knowledge cannot continue without experimentation," Tychus told him.

Most like Vargo Hoat, were given the honour of death by flaying while the more detestable members like a psychotic jester named Shagwell and the pedophilic Septon Utt got the honour of being Qyburn's new subjects for his experiments. Tychus later confessed the few people churned his stomach like Septon Utt and urged Qyburn to keep his suffering as prolonged as possible.

The annihilation of the Brave Companions made the free cities open to hiring them especially since they were cheap. They spent time dealing with bandits and renegade sellsword companies like the Second Sons and Storm Crows. Aided by Khal Azhak, Tychus and his company reached Braavos, the Sealord welcomed them with open arms due to the fact that they were escaped slaves. Once they had reached Braavos the Forsaken were all but untouchable. Nobody fucked with Braavos, least of all slavers. Tychus handed command of the Forsaken over to Mad Jak before leaving to join the Golden Company with the former Brave Companions in tow.

The Golden Company

While Tychus was turned into a Pit Fighter, the Fangs of Maw were able to successfully join the Golden Company. Being westerosi and skilled combatants helped their case considerably. For two years they fought well under the Company banners. Miles Blackheart Toyne, the leader of the Company quickly recognized their ability to perform lucrative missions that required a small force of men and so began using them to their fullest abilities. Naturally, the Golden Company would sustain losses throughout its career and would regularly seek to fill their numbers. So two years after the Maw joined the Company, Myles recruited a new batch of men eager to enlist including one named Maegor. To the surprise of the Maw, Maegor was really their former leader Tychus Lannister.

For a whole year, Tychus fought with the Golden Company, like his time in Westeros he drew the men to him with his daring aggression and crafty yet unorthodox tactics. Over time he was given command of the Maw and rose quickly to the rank of serjeant. Then everything changed when while in a contract with Myr against Tyrosh, Myles Toyne was injured by a crossbow bolt, gangrene set in and Myles knew what would happen next.

On his deathbed Myles Toyne wanted his paymaster Harry Strickland to succeed him, but unfortunately, the rest of the Golden Company took issue with this. Most of the serjeants led by Ser Merrel Peake, leader of the Cavalry and Black Balaq, leader of the archers nominated Tychus as Captain-General. Comparing the two men it was easy to understand why Tychus was chosen over his opponent. Harry Strickland just seemed to be a poor choice to lead the best mercenary company in the world. Far from being in fit physical condition, he was already ageing with thin grey hair and plump with a large head. He often complained about the gruelling journeys and got tired easy. Tychus, on the other hand, seemed the complete opposite. He was tough as a badger, cunning as a fox and looked every inch the warrior. Tychus was considered firm but fair someone who could be all out ruthless and at the same time generous. The vote became overwhelming and Tychus Lannister was elected and he named himself General of the Golden Company.

As General, Tychus began reforming the Golden Company's structure. By the Time of Blackheart's death, the Golden Company consisted of 1,000 Cavalry, 1,000 Archers and 8,000 infantry. Tychus restructured the command system to include captains as well as serjeants as well as improving their equipment to include the halberd due to its versatility, heavier armour and training to dual wield weapons. Wanting to swell their numbers Tychus travelled to Braavos to recruit his old Company the Forsaken into his ranks. Of his former followers, only Mad Jak and the other Pit Fighters accepted.

To solidify his position, Tychus wanted to do something that would get any doubters within the company firmly behind him. To this end, he was hired by Volantis to defend one of their settlements Selhorys from a dothraki Khalasar. Tychus was confronted by Khal Bono and his 2,000 strong Khalasar. Not wanting to suffer casualties, Tychus removed his armour and in the dothraki tongue challenged the Khal to single combat. "I win and I get your khalasar, you win and the slave masters will give you many gifts for my followers or keep some for yourselves if you wish. If you refuse that it proves that you are weak and a coward."

Impressed by the man's audacity and not one to back down from a challenge to his strength, Khal Bono accepted. For the duel, Tychus decided to fight with just one axe just to make things interesting. Bono was a grizzled veteran and manage to land a couple blows to his opponent, but the raw ferocity of the younger man quickly overwhelmed him and Tychus ended his life by tearing out his neck with his teeth. With Bono dead, his sons led their fathers Bloodriders in trying to avenge their Khal. But even outnumbered they were no match for the Hungry Lion who took up his second axe and made short work of them as well.

With the Khal, his son and Bloodriders dead, Bono's Kos approached Tychus. "Who are you great warrior," one named Mengo asked. he and his fellow ko were impressed by this man's clear skill in arms as he had managed to defeat his opponents easily and without armour.

Tychus turned to Mengo and grinned, he then took Bono's head mounted his horse and raised it up for the rest of the Khalasar to see. "By my own hand your old Khal is dead, Bow before your new Khal, I am Maegor."

Hearing this the two kos bowed followed closely by the rest of the Khalasar who began chanting his name. "Hail Khal Maegor, Hail Khal Maegor."

Subduing a dothraki Khalasar without breaking a sweat or losing a single soldier was enough to win the Golden Company's complete loyalty. Tychus Used his newfound Khalasar not only to swell his ranks but to add Light cavalry to his mix of troops. To increase their effectiveness Tychus had them train to use bows as well as duel wield arahks.

Despite this growing power, Tychus now wanted their next mission to be something personal and that opportunity arose sooner than expected when they received a contract from Lys who wanted to hire them to fight Tyrosh in another upcoming conflict. Tychus decided to use this contract to enact his promise by avenging their former captain, the time for their vengeance had come. Tychus travelled to Lys and meet with Tregar Ormollen to discuss the terms of the contract. His orders were to simply defeat Tyrosh's armies in the Disputed Lands where these conflicts between Tyrosh, Lys and Myr were settled.

Tychus had no intention on simply crushing Tyrosh's army he wanted total victory, and he had a dead captain to avenge. He knew the only way to achieve that was to take Tyrosh itself. To this end, he contacted an old acquaintance from his time as the Forsaken Commander, Rollo Ryndoon. Rollo was the head of a trade cartel and had hired the Forsaken to deal with some of his competitors which helped his business to survive and eventually thrive. Rollo gathered his allies which included House Adarys and House Tumitis. They called in every favour they could so that the Golden Company would receive open gates.

After the Golden Company destroyed Tyrosh's sellsword army in the disputed lands. They used a fleet of ships provided by Lys to sail for Tyrosh. Thanks to Rollo, Tychus and his army swarmed in sacking Tyrosh itself and liberated its slave population. Once the city was his, Tychus began to systematically deal with the Tyroshi nobility, anyone who wasn't associated with Ryndoon was put to the sword, The comely women were given to Ryndoon and his allies while young boys were drafted into Tychus' new army. As well as eliminating potential threats, this purge was mainly about stealing money for themselves. Due to its history as a former military outpost, Tyrosh was a natural fortress, which made it the perfect base for Tychus to operate from. Tyrosh also had a reputation as a sellsword hub, and Tychus intended to take full advantage of this. In gratitude for his help, Tychus appointed Rollo Ryndoon as a merchant prince and head of the city's trading cartels. Once the city was his, Tychus named himself as the new Archon and vowed that Tyrosh would no longer be a slave city.

After the fall of Tyrosh, Tychus and his commanders sailed to Lys to collect their payment. Tychus left Rollo in charge of the City in his absence with the rest of the Golden Company to ensure order. But when they arrived, apparently, there was an issue with the Prince of Lys.

"That uptight little prick won't pay us," Balaq snarled.

"I say we spill out his entrails and parade him through the city," Mad Jack suggested.

"Later perhaps," Tychus replied, "I'll go and see what's going on."

Tychus met with the Prince Tregar Ormollen in his mansion, from what he could tell the prince was unhappy for some reason.

"I'm not paying you or your men a single coin," Tregar declared.

Tychus eyes narrowed, "and why the fuck not?"

Tregar gritted his teeth, "You were only supposed to destroy Tyrosh's army, not take the city for yourself."

"I fail to see why you're throwing a tantrum over this," Tychus drolled. "If anything you should be thanking me."

Tregar rose up from his seat, his eyes blazing, "THANKING YOU?"

Tychus rolled his eyes, "with Tyrosh out of the way, that means you one less rival for the Disputed Lands."

This peaked Tregars interest as he approached the General of the Golden Company, "and you don't want those lands?"

Tychus shook his head, "they're all yours if you can take it."

Tychus could see the prince's eyes turn greedy, "so you won't join with Myr should we go to war?" Tychus shook his head and Tregar continued, "what of the Stepstones?"

"I intend to take the Stepstones for myself," Tychus admitted. "Without slaves Tyrosh will need a new source of income or it will collapse into nothing."

Tregar rubbed his chin in thought, As long as Lys gets the disputed lands, I suppose this can work, perhaps I was a bit harsh to judge you so quickly."

Tychus smiled, "Then is seems a new contract is in order," he reached out and extending his hand, "do we have an accord?" Tychus asked.

Tregar grinned and shook it, "Indeed General Maegor, I believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

"Yes," Tychus agreed, "a beautiful friendship indeed."

After drawing up their new contract with Lys. Tychus decided to look for Serenei during his stay in Lys so he stopped at the same tavern as last time for a drink and hoping she would be there. After waiting for a few hours Tychus began to lose hope and prepared to leave but something was wrong. Tychus usually had a high alcohol tolerance but today he only had 4 mugs and he was starting to get dizzy. Everything became a blur, soon a group of men approached him and looked ready to pick a fight. Despite being dazed, He was able to knock four to the ground before being restrained and get a boot slammed into his face.

He awoke sometime later with a splitting headache and lying on a bunk in surprisingly rich chambers. He looked around and wondered why he was here, 'these are not the ordinary accommodations for a prisoner,' he thought.

The door to his room opened and several guards stepped in with swords poised to draw. Normally Tychus would be able to handle them easily but as he moved towards them the guards parted and a young woman stepped forward. She had dark red hair, blue-green eyes and tight-fitting clothes that hugged the impressive curves of her body.
"I had almost given up hope of ever seeing you again," she said in a throaty voice.

Tychus' eyes widened as he recognized her, "Serenei." his voice but a whisper.

Serenei smiled, "we have so much to discuss my beloved."

Serenei stepped out of the room followed by her guards and servants were brought in to make him look presentable. Tychus was now dressed in his now cleaned clothes and brought to Serenei's chambers were the man who caught him was with her. "It's good to see you again Serenei."

Serenei looked as ravishing as ever in a violet satin dress. She poured a glass of wine and turned to him, "would you like a drink?"

Tychus smirked, "last time I had a drink I ended up captured."

The man glared at him with suspicious eyes, "so you're the one my sister calls Tychus," he said. "Though from what I hear you have taken the name Maegor, so what is your name. And if I were you I would think long and hard before you lie to me."

"It's Tychus," he admitted with a smirk. "Though members of the Golden Company often take new names for themselves. Besides, I do need a surname and since there are no Blackfyres left to object well here I am."

Serenei gave the man a look and laughed, "forgive my brother, Sharako can be impulsive at times. But he is upset about all this though and I had to find a way to talk to you."

"Well, no need to drug me to do that all you have to do is come to the tavern and start another fight so we can get reacquainted." He looked around and frowned, "though I must ask why would your brother be upset?"

Serener walked over to him and lifted her left leg wrapping it around Tychus' right. "If you remember how we met my love then surely you remember our shared moonlight."

Tychus nodded smiling at the thought, "of course?"

"Even the best parts?"

Tychus smiled, "especially the best parts."

Serenei walked over to a small secluded room and extended her hand downward. A tiny hand took it and Serenei led a boy of about three years out for Tychus to see. "My brother is angry...because of our son."

It took a moment for Tychus to contemplate what she just said, "son?"

Serenei walked back over to him, "look for yourself Tychus." Tychus cautiously approached the child and got down on one knee to get a better look. The Boy had dark gold hair and when he looked up at Tychus he could see the boy's icy green eyes. "I assure you he's yours," Serenei insisted.

Tychus stared at the boy for what seemed like forever before he held out his arms, "may I?" Serenei nodded and Tychus wrapped his hands around the boy and lifted him into the air. Once the child was settled in his left arm Tychus stroked the boy's hair with his right hand. His haunted mind drifted back to Bree and how he had been so close to the exact same thing until Tywin took that from him. Now that he was finally a father himself he wasn't sure what to think. 'Father,' he thought, the concept now sounded so foreign to him.

The Boy responded by lightly slapping Tychus' cheek snapping him out of his thoughts as he looked back the boy. He was just looking up at Tychus with curious eyes, "you're not afraid of me are you?" he asked extending his index finger. The Boy took it and squeezed it as hard as a toddler of his age could. Then Tychus could no longer help himself and chuckled, "my, my aren't you a strong little thing." He smiled and set the boy down next to Serenei, "Does he have a name?"

Serenei shook her head, "I wanted to wait for you."

Tychus looked down at the baby and his mind raced through possible names he could think of. Something Lannister but not too Lannister finally he made a decision, "His name will be Titus."

Serenei smiled, "Titus will do nicely."

Sharako scoffed, "and what will his family name be?"

Tychus looked at him and cocked an eyebrow, "how do you mean?"

Sharako laughed, "you have no idea who our family is, do you?"

Tychus looked around and shrugged, "judging by the mansion, I'm guessing one of great power."

Sharako drew himself up and said, "our family name is Rogare and I am the head of the Rogare Bank."

That took Tychus off guard, The Rogare Bank was once the most powerful bank in the world even surpassing the Iron Bank at one point. But as time passed their power and influence deteriorated, now their influence stretched no further than the shores of Lys. Of all the women he could have slept with, a member of a banking family was the least expected. "So I guessed correctly, but what does this have to do with our son?"

Sharako glared at him, "You put a child in my sister now I expect you to be a father to him in all ways. I will not have my nephew bastardized or otherwise be shunned by the likes of you. You may have neglected for three years but no more."

Tychus looked at him and laughed, much to Sharako's annoyance. "I assure you Lord Sharako, I did not intend to impregnate your sister nor did I intend to neglect him. I was a pit fighter for two years and a sellsword for one so how could I know. If it is your wish for us to be married than it shall be done."

Sharako snarled, "given any other time, I would spit on such an idea. Yet seeing as you are the ruler of Tyrosh changes things. Since you eliminated the Tyroshi nobility it doesn't seem like your rule will end anytime soon. So my sister has a proposition for you but I personally think it's a huge gamble."

Tychus was intrigued, "no risk, no reward my friend, what did you have in mind?"

Serenei spoke up, "Our family may be House Rogare, but we also were part of another family, one that tried and failed to conquer Westeros, House Blackfyre."

Tychus cocked an eyebrow, "if I remember my history correctly, House Blackfyre was made extinct when Ser Barristan Selmy slew the last pretender Maelys the Monstrous in the War of the Ninepenny Kings."

Serenei nodded, "technically that is true, the male line was indeed extinguished. But the female line was able to endure thanks to my grandfather Daemon V Blackfyre, Maelys cousin. His daughter and only child, Daena married our father in the hopes of gaining financial support for an invasion of Westeros. But when that abomination murdered him father refused to fund his campaign."

Serenei walked up to Tychus and cupped his cheek. "Beloved, I intend to finish what my grandfather tried to accomplish and I am convinced that with your help I can do it. I ask you now to help me. I do not expect you to conquer Westeros buy I want you to restore House Blackfyre to glory once more"

Tychus considered it for a moment before grinning, "I knew I liked you for a reason."

After agreeing that the ceremony would be a small and private affair, Tychus was christened as Maegor Blackfyre. For a sigil, Tychus added his own twist to the original Blackfyre banner. The two wings became one large wing, the three Dragon heads were replaced by one large head which bit the end of its tail in the fashion of Ouroboros similar to that of House Toland.

Tychus and Serenei were married in a Valyrian Rite. They made pledges to one another and that night for the first time in three years they made love under the moonlight. It was just as before, they barely closed the door when they began ripping each other's clothes off. Tychus lifted Serenei up and slammed her against the wall. He cupped her large right breast into his hand and put it to his mouth and started sucking like a baby. He rolled the nipple if her left teat with his right hand and fingered her core with his left. This sent her moaning as she climaxed over and over. For a bit, it seemed that Tychus was in charge but soon Serenei took command pinning him to the floor as she bounced up and down on his cock. Her tanned flesh rippled as he thrust back into her and she demanded more. The line between pleasure and pain nothing more than a blur to both of them. Smacking and clawing at each other until they both climaxed. Tychus took her twice more that night before they collapsed in each other's arms basking in the glow of their lovemaking.

"Three years clearly hasn't dulled you in the slightest," Serenei purred panting.

"I might have to lock you in a cage my wild cat," Tychus quipped.

Serenei giggled and cuddled next to him stroking the scars he received since they last met, "you have slept with others." She stated as a fact, "I know how it is with pit fighters."

"Not all were by choice," Tychus replied shaking his head. "all those women and none of them had your fire, stimulating but never enough. Still some served a purpose."

Serenei hmphed, "how do you think I felt, after you left, every man seemed more disappointing than the last."

Tychus grinned and stroked her cheek, "don't worry, I don't intend on sharing you with lesser beasts again."