Riverrun

Catelyn Tully walked through the gardens and the servants, organizers, and maids were running beside her, carrying various silks, pots, and trays. They were all preparing for her wedding to the Quiet Wolf, Eddard Stark, although Catelyn found the man handsome, she was starting to become more envious of the Dornish woman known as Rhea Martell. The woman was marrying a nobleman in the form of Loren Lefford, someone who sacrificed his men for her home and people.

Catelyn did notice the change in Loren, he seemed to be easy to anger and was less approachable during the less month, instead of using his common honeyed words. He had been blunt, something that she disliked in the man, wanting the man who used honeyed words to make her feel better. Catelyn often had to manage herself around Loren, knowing that it was not good for herself to have feelings for the Lefford Heir. Only she could not help it, she found herself in a complete trance with the man.

Catelyn soon found herself approached by Tytos Lannister, he had a calm smile on his face like he was enjoying the festivities that would be between the Northerners, Men of the Vale, and Rivermen. She often found herself uncomfortable in the presence of Tytos Lannister, the smile he wore seemed fake and not genuine like he was simply putting on an act, but Catelyn being the lady she was, did not comment on it and found herself having to endure the presence of Tytos.

"My Lord Lannister, it is a surprise to see you out this early, is something troubling you?"

Tytos lips twitched up into a smile, showing that he was not at all bothered by the question that was asked by the Tully woman, he was in fact, grateful for the company that he had run into like it was the Gods plan for this fateful meet. Tytos gestured for The Lady Tully to follow him, which she did with a bowed head and tight-lipped smile. They found themselves, stopping at the roses, Tytos allowed a small smile to grace his features, remembering the time that his mother had taken him to the gardens on occasion.

"Lady Catelyn, nothing is troubling me, but I thank you for your concern, I simply want this wedding to happen without a thing messing it up. Now, what are you doing out here My Lady?"

Tytos himself knew he was lying, something had been troubling in the past month, he had gotten more strange dreams as of late, of a life that seemed to be filled with the many mythical things that would be denied in Westeros. He had always denied talking of them, not wanting to be thought as crazy or in need of help from the Seven. He knew that some northerners practiced or had magic in the Age of Heroes. A time long past, but still a time of where magic had been strong.

The dreams had been getting more violent, the final thing he had heard was a Dragon's Roar before someone yelled out a name. He had woken up in a sweat, putting on his clothes and wanting to go for a walk, he had run into the Lady Catelyn and deemed it a safe talk to pursue, of course, there were other things that Tytos wanted to talk about with Catelyn Tully, soon to be Stark. And he would not have the possible Dornish alliance soured by a trout...

"Nerves my Lord, in a week, I am to be married and three Houses are tied together. Simple nerves my Lord,"

Tytos allowed a grin to form on his lips, knowing that there was more to what the Lady Catelyn was saying, deciding to come out and say it, but in a more subtle way, Tytos turns his back, allowing himself to study the roses in front of him, but also that the Tully behind him, could hear him loud and clear. Tytos knelt down and caressed one of the roses tenderly.

"Is that all my Lady? Have you spoken to my Lord Lefford? I do wonder how he feels about this wedding..."

Catelyn tensed, although it went unnoticed by Tytos due to his back being turned, Catelyn allowed her head to turn, also admiring the roses, and starting to understand what the Lannister was getting at. Tytos did not want her growing feelings for the man she admired as a hero to get in the way of this wedding, which was understandable and weird. Catelyn wondered what the Lannister had to gain from this wedding.

"I do not understand what you mean my Lord, what Lord Lefford thinks has hardly anything to do with the wedding..."

Tytos, let a small chuckle escape him, already detecting the lie that Lady Tully had just stated. What Loren thought had everything to do with the wedding, because if Loren said so then Lady Catelyn would run off with him. Tytos could already see the looks of adoration and lust that passed between them, in the month leading up to the wedding, the looks had intensified and without intervention, Tytos would have guessed that there would be a Noble Bastard.

"You understand Lady Catelyn, and I am here to put an end to it..."

Tytos stood up, turning back around and facing Catelyn, he could not help but notice that her blue eyes narrowed in what seemed to be defiance. He stepped forward, now invading her personal space, something that the Lady Tully noticed, but did nothing to rectify it, she stood firm in her position. Tytos smiled because he recognized that the Tully was not going to move back out of fear, she was standing her ground, something that Tytos could not help but respect.

"I am afraid Lord Lannister that the decision is not up to you, but once again, what Lord Lefford thinks about this wedding is not going to hinder me, I have a duty to my family and I intend to honor it My Lord!"

Tytos smiled thinly, worrying the young Lady Tully. Tytos could tell that Catelyn was being truthful, her duty outweighed her desire, her honor outweighed her wishes, her family outweighed her own personal want. Tytos nodded, knowing that the Lady Catelyn would do her what was asked of her, Tytos walked away, leaving the Lady Tully to think over what she said...

An Hour Later...

Tytos had bathed himself, broken his fast, and trained with some of his men. He had been preparing for the marching Dornish Lords, his man, Lyonel Marband had left with 10,000 Men to King's Landing, leaving the rebels with less than 10,000 Men for that month that Lyonel had left. Only Tytos had called his remaining men of the Guardsmen and his army that he had been ordered to march with by Robert before the Battle of Ashford.

Tytos did the numbers with the remaining men that he had from Acorn Hall, along with the men that were marching here. He estimated that he had a number between 27,500 or 30,000 Men. Easily the largest number of men in the Rebel Camp, of course, this brought on a sense of pride in Tytos, considering that it had been months since his first battle. He remembered it, the Loyal Stormlords had been put down by the Lannister men. Some were imprisoned, while others had met the Stranger that day.

The reason Tytos felt this pride was that so many of his original men had survived, some had perished and been honored, with their famillies receiving a Year's Pay courtesy of Tytos Lannister himself, this allowed a growth of loyalty between the famillies of the deceased and House Lannister, specifically this allowed more loyalty towards the Heir of Casterly Rock, Tytos Lannister himself.

Tytos was currently in his solar, thinking things over, he had a couple of minutes or so before he was to meet Lord Stark, Arryn, Baratheon, and Tully. They were all to go over the plans in case of battle, some scouts had stated that movement was spotted around the Crownlands, while the current rumor was that Jon Connington had been stripped of all his lands, titles, and wealth. He was also exiled, this had led to many of the Rebels celebrating like it were a personal victory, but Tytos himself thought it foolish, Loren had allowed for the former Hand of the King to retreat.

"My Lord Lannister, Heir Loren is awaiting entry..."

Tytos looked up and noticed a servant with their head bowed, from what he could tell, the servant was a young boy with the common features of a peasant, with a small sigh, Tytos waved his hand allowing the boy to grant Loren entry. As the boy left, Tytos swore he could see a small glint of what seemed to be relief pass through the boy's eyes, as if he just escaped a monstrous beast of some kind. Tytos could not help but wonder what was the cause of it,

Loren soon entered the solar, with a thin smirk on his face. He met the eyes of Tytos, who showed a thin smile in return. The relationship between the two heirs was strained and cold at best, ever since Loren's insult about Ashara Dayne, Tytos had directed his more important orders through a chain of command that would reach the Lefford Heir, while Loren did the same with the results that he had gotten. It allowed for more work to be done, but no longer was there a friendship between the two heirs, simply because of the Dornish supposedly marching for House Targaryen.

There seemed to be an effect between the two emotionally, Tytos Lannister had become colder and stricter, even if the other lords could not see it. Tytos had put up a mask of smiles and joy, allowing himself to be seen as the approachable and kind Lord by the other Houses, while with his own servants and men. He had treated them with coldness, no longer putting up the front that he had with others. Servants often cowered away from him in fear, while his men simply regarded him with blank faces, not having any comment.

"Ah My Lord Lannister, how lovely for you to have time for me, a lowly servant of House Lannister."

As for Loren, he had gotten more sarcastic, no longer being the all smiling happy Heir. He decided to adapt to the way that he was but a lowly servant in the service of House Lannister, or that was the way he felt considering that in the past month Tytos had redirected orders through a chain of soldiers who would pass the orders onto him. It was something that the men noticed and morale had somewhat lessened, but they also adapted and got on with their training.

Loren himself though was more sarcastic, he was more prone to snapping at people. Of course, around the Lord Lannister, he was more of the sarcastic person he was now, always mocking Tytos and never being of help.

Currently, Loren stood by the door, his head looking around the room with a critical eye, like he wanted to be anywhere but there. Loren walked forward, looking at Tytos with another one of his mocking smirks, with this, he bowed at the waist and allowed himself to keep eye contact with Tytos, who simply regarded Loren with a cold glare.

"Is there a reason you've graced me with your presence Heir Lefford?"

Loren chuckled, but it was not one of humor, it was to put it simply, bitter.

"My Lord I mean you no insult, I have talked with the Lady Catelyn Tully. She has informed me of your talk earlier in the day."

Tytos leaned forward, his hands coming together in an odd bridge-like fashion. Tytos could tell by the gleam in Loren's eyes, he had wanted him intrigued by what Lady Tully was going to say, of course, Tytos indulged his Vassal. Although Tytos could not help but note that the tension in the room seemed to get thicker,

"Yes I do remember the talk, I bumped into Lady Tully, we had a delightful conversation on her upcoming marriage to Eddard Stark..."

Loren chuckled once more, once again, it was bitter. Only this time, it had a disbelieving snort mixed in, Loren knew that Tytos had done more than just have a conversation about Eddard Stark, if there was one that Loren agreed with his commander on, it was their common disliking of the Quiet Wolf. And so, Loren doubted that Tytos could last a minute talking about Eddard, barely a whole conversation.

"Oh you do amuse me, milord, I never knew you to be a jester, but now, I see you have a bundle of talents, like the Dragon Prince..."

Tytos showed no outward sign of anger or annoyance, instead, a simple smirk crawled onto his face. Tytos leaned forward, allowing himself a small chuckle while holding eye contact with his vassal.

"Oh you do honor me, Loren, to hold me in such high graces as a Bard, like The Dragon Prince, next you'll be calling me the Sword of the Morning..."

Loren's face went blank, no longer wanting to slither around the topic of conversation. Loren slammed his hands down on Tytos' desk, which made the Commander of the Westerlands army blink and regard Loren with a blank face, but one could see the true rage pouring from his eyes. Only Loren did not care what was happening, he was blind with rage, only seeing the man in front of him as a simple shell of his former friend and comrade...

"Lannister that is enough! You came to my home, ordered my father to give you 10,000 Men all for glory! You've hung the fact that my father never paid his taxes because of the gold that Casterly Rock was getting from income and your ideas, you now use my association with Lady Catelyn and try to whisper dislike into her mind, while also you stated that I should not have fallen for the Dornish Girl! What is it that makes you Lannisters think you control us!? What my family gains, is no business of yours Tytos!"

Tytos' face was emotionless, his eyes staring straight past Loren, but at the wall, his eyes blazing with a fury that would quell the mighty Baratheons of Old. The Heir to Casterly Rock stood up, walking around his desk and standing face to face with his Vassal, his hands clenched together behind his back like he was trying to stop himself from coming to blows with the Lefford like a common brute. His rage was currently reaching the breaking point, but he kept it from lashing out at the Lefford who had endured his coldness for so long...

Tytos knew he had stepped out of line during many of his encounters with the Leffords, he had blackmailed and used them for his quest in glory, in that regard, Loren was right. Tytos only thought of himself at that moment, he saw a chance to gain more glory and recognition by marching with 25,000 Men and becoming a true key commander for Robert Baratheon. And then there was the betrothal situation, something that Tytos was going to rectify now, but not without putting the Lefford in line...

"Loren, that will be the final time you raise your voice at me, and you're right. I have been quite involved with your betrothal situation because I want the best for the Westerlands. You may or may not know this, but your marriage has some importance to the Westerlands as your Lady Mother should have told you..."

Loren stood still, one of the reasons being was because Tytos had used his name and not in the mocking or sarcastic way that they had been doing these past few months, but nonetheless, he nodded, his mother had informed him of their House's new standing within Westerlands Politics. So of course, various Houses wanting to pursue him was on the cards, but it was a matter of who was the correct House to allow into the Fold, The Westerlands was recently coming into an influx of Smallfolk, which allowed for more farmers and men within the armies of the Houses...

"So When House Martell, a house known for its cunning and use of poison, actually all of Dorne is known for its use of poison and wanton women. It comes into question, why would they want to ally with one of the Key houses in the Westerlands, why would a Great House, which fought against the Dragons and only came into the Kingdoms through Marriage, want to marry into House Lefford? And there is one answer...to look into our secrets"

Loren lets his face fall, his mind coming to connection also, but he hears a small chuckle escape Tytos, wondering what the Lannister was laugh about, he looked up and noticed the grin on his face, like he had won a prize. Tytos gestured for him to have a seat and he took it gratefully, after all the bowing and standing he had done, he wanted a rest.

"Tytos, I do not know why your chuckling and smiling as if you just won a tourney..."

Tytos smiled this time, only this time, it was genuine and it looked like Tytos was back to his old self for a while. Tytos allowed himself to move back to his seat, only he stood behind it and allowed his forearms to rest on the head,

"There is a small problem with the plan that I believe House Martell is trying to put in action, House Lefford holds no secrets or is aware of the plans that House Lannister has in place because those plans are for the eyes and ears of myself only. So let them believe that House Lefford have a secret because you will have been tied to a Great House and quite possibly, have Dornish Spears at your side in the event of war..."

Loren looked at Tytos with narrowed eyes, his mind had finally coming to the point that Tytos was making, it was a simple lure trick. Loren now knew that the betrothals from House Tyrell and Martell had to have been some sort of plan, in Westeros, nothing was ever done without an ulterior motive unless you were untrained in the game. Loren had guessed that Tytos knew a betrothal contract would come for either House Lefford or Marbrand, either from a Great House or Noble House from the Westerlands trying to see what the cause of Casterly Rock's new found wealth was.

Loren had to ask, he had to know the position of House Lefford in this so-called plan of Tytos Lannister, he needed to know what type of person he was working with. Recently, he was starting to regret, but if what Tytos said was true, he could use it to his advantage, a couple thousand Dornish Spears at his side in case of war would be a great help towards the Lefford Army.

"And where does that leave House Lefford? Where does that leave my family in this plan of yours?"

Tytos turned his head, looking towards Loren with a thin smile. Tytos knew what he was doing could be seen as wrong by House Lefford, considering that he had used their House as a bridge into Dorne, considering that the Dornish had many materials and products that were sought in the rest of Westeros. It would allow the Westerlands to trade more with the Houses of Dorne, in the materials they provide, it was a situation that provided for all the parties involved...

"It gives the Noble House Lefford with trade and open talks with Dorne, it allows for you to have a possible Heir for Dorne, should Doran and his Paramour no longer have children. House Lefford benefits from this more than House Lannister, it was House Martell's choice for this to Betrothal to happen, I simply saw one of the Great Houses wanting to use it as a chance to spy and plot, you benefit from this more than me Loren..."

Loren noted that it was true of his House benefiting from this more than any other, considering once he and Rhea had a child, it could be the Heir to Dorne, in case anything happened to the current Heir to Dorne, Loren nodded knowing that he was in the better position and he could help his family's reputation with the Dornish, possibly improving it along the way.

"Is that all Tytos?"

The man in question shook his head, he turned his head to look back out the small opening that allowed for some breeze to flow through. Tytos sighed, thinking over some things before he spoke towards Loren.

"We are to meet with Lord Baratheon, Stark, Arryn, and Tully. We are planning for the Dragon Prince, I want you by side in this meeting."

Loren nodded finally leaving the room, Loren could not help but allow his mind to go over what he had just talked about with Tytos, he was still wondering what his commander was planning, all he knew was that it had benefited House Lefford in a generous way, allowing for them to become recognised in the eyes of the other Great Houses. In a way, Loren knew that he owed Tytos Lannister and a Lannister was not the only way to pay their debts...

King's Landing

Elia Martell could not remember the time she felt so safe and scared when this damned rebellion had started, she had already known of how it was going to start. Her Dragon, The Noble Dragon Prince, Rhaegar Targaryen. He kidnapped the Northern Lady, Lyanna Stark against her will, and took her to only the God's know where. She had been in attendance when the Mad King had killed Rickard and Brandon Stark, it was then that the War she knew in her heart was coming and nothing, not even the mighty Tywin Lannister could stop it.

Then the Men of the Vale, North, and Stormlands started to gather their forces, some wanting to support the rightful Dynasty of House Targaryen, while others had enough of the volatile reign of House Targaryen. They gathered with Robert Baratheon, Eddard Stark, and Jon Arryn. Only the next surprise came in the form of the Westerlands, who marched under the banner of Tytos II Lannister, with a rumored force of 15,000 Men, Tytos marched to the Stormlands with his forces and decimated the Loyalist Houses, in support of House Targaryen.

'Tytos Lannister, still to this day, the name makes me shiver in pleasure, the Lion that I could have married and bear his children. Even if I was older than him by 10 years, he still made me feel beautiful, the slender and delicate Elia. He was a true nobleman, and maybe we would have had a different tale. Only I still cherish the memories of when we met, I remember when we arrived, in the beautiful land known as the West, but also the greatest structure ever built in the Westerlands, Casterly Rock...'

Flashback: Casterly Rock ~ 273 AC

Riding through the Castle Gates of Casterly Rock was the Dornish Party of House Martell, they were led by the Dornish Household Knights and followed by a number of infantrymen, who were guarding the Prince and Princess of Dorne, Elia, and Oberyn Martell. Each took time to look at their surroundings, enjoying what they saw, only then they caught sight of the mighty Lannsiters that stood in attendance, all in a line of importance. Although two of them stood out more to the Prince and Princess of Dorne.

Oberyn and Elia were then followed by their mother, Princess Arina Martell. Who was sitting in her carriage, while silently mourning over the loss of her dear friend. Joanna Lannister, Arina, and Joanna had both been Ladies-in-Waiting to Queen Rhaella Targaryen. It was with that they both began a small friendship with one another, and when Joanna had birthed her children, they had planned to betroth either Tytos or Jamie to Elia, tying House Martell to House Lannister, but also Oberyn to Cersei Lannister.

Arina had no objections to it, she considered that if Joanna's children were as mannered and noble as her, then there would be no finer match for the Prince and Princess of Dorne, of course, then came the death of Joanna herself. Who died in childbirth, giving birth to what was known as a beast or Tywin's Bane, people whispered of the beast with claws and mismatched eyes. Arina did find herself believing in such rumors, Joanna was a good friend of hers and this thing had killed her, it was heartbreaking to hear.

"Dear Joanna, I do hope you can hear me wherever you may be, but without you, I do not think that Tywin will agree to this match. You were the only reason why he even considered it, and with you gone, there may be no chance for our houses to unite..."

Arina and her thoughts on this matter were clear, she did not trust Lord Tywin Lannister. It was known to only a few, but only Joanna Lannister could quell her Lord Husband, Tywin Lannister. Now with the Lady of Casterly Rock dead, the Alliance of House Martell and Lannister comes into question, Arina hoped that the Alliance could happen, she had a feeling it would be needed.

Although soon enough, the carriage came to a stop and Arina had to exit, as she exited, she caught sight of her youngest children, they were in awe of Casterly Rock and looked to enjoy it so far. She had to smile, they were enjoying the trip and this was to be their final stop before they made way back to Dorne. As Arina looked around herself, she caught sight of three triplets standing together at Lord Tywin's side, they had each had different expressions on their faces at the sight of the Dornish Soldiers.

Arina guessed each of them, Jamie was wearing a red and gold velvet doublet, with slashed sleeves, and a silk brocade lining. He also wore Black Leather pants and boots, Jamie seemed to be more interested in the Dornish Knights then anything else, looking at the way the men held their swords with a finely trained grip. Arina could see in his eyes that the boy was already dreaming to become a Knight...

Arina walked with poise as she went to greet the Lannister Host, her children fell in step behind her, each of them walking with poise like they had been trained to do their entire lives. Arina let a thin smile twitch on her lips as Lord Tywin walked to greet her with a blank face, no smile was ever seen on his face, something that Arina understood.

"Princess Arina, Welcome to Casterly Rock..."

Arina kept up her smile, she bowed her in a sign of acknowledgment, although her children looked at Lord Tywin with narrowed eyes, being insulted that the Lord Lannister did not offer their mother any pleasantries, while Arina simply brushed it off, she knew that Lord Tywin was a broken man, she could tell by the way he walked and held himself with a cold and detached exterior.

"Thank you, Lord Lannister, it is an honor to be welcomed into Casterly Rock..."

Tywin gave a simple nod and left without a word, leaving his children to deal with the Martells, while he and his siblings left to deal with the managing of Casterly Rock. Tywin knew the three of his children had excellent training with their courtesies and charming of other lords, but out of them all, he had guessed that Jamie would be the one to lead the conversation with House Martell, after all, his first son was his chosen heir.

Back with the Martells and the Lannister Trio, Tytos and Cersei stepped forward, both with dazzling smiles on their faces, Tytos bowed at the waist to Elia Martell, while tenderly grabbing her hand and laying a soft brush of his lips on her knuckles. As he glanced at her, he could tell that there was a slight reddening of her cheeks, while a grin was seen on her face.

With Cersei, she had bobbed a curtsy towards Prince Oberyn, who smiled at her back, the two soon began a conversation about the travels that he had been on, allowing Cersei to hear of the time they stepped off in Oldtown, visiting House Hightower. Cersei had laughed once Oberyn explained the story of Baelor Hightower, who had farted while in the presence of himself and Elia. Oberyn had then dubbed him in secret to Elia, Baelor 'Breakwind,' and it had ended with Elia always laughing when she looked at him, ruining the infatuation she had with the Hightower boy.

With Elia and Tytos, they were walking mindlessly throughout Casterly Rock, randomly talking about her travels and how she had enjoyed them, on the rare occasion, the two would steal glances at one another, sometimes they caught each other and would blush up a storm, trying to apologize to one another, soon though, they found themselves in the Rose Gardens of Casterly Rock, specifically made for Lady Joanna Lannister, Lady of Casterly Rock.

Although this did bring a sad thought to his mind, Tytos did not dwell on it too much, he was brought to another place about five minutes later, Sunspear, or more specifically, House Martell's Water Gardens, he just had to ask about it.

"My Princess, you have to tell me of Sunspear, I've always wanted to visit but my Lady Mother had always put it off, in favor of me learning more about the history of the Seven Kingdoms, I've always found myself drawn to the famous Water Gardens..."

Elia found herself blushing once Tytos had said, 'My Princess' and she had hoped that one day those words might be true, she found herself shaking her head of these thoughts, wondering how and why they came up around a boy who was Seven Namedays old. She sighed and started to tell Tytos about the Water Gardens, watching as he became entranced and looked at her with longing in his eyes, although whether if it was for her or wanting to see the Water Gardens, Elia would never know...

King's Landing

Elia blushed as she thought of Tytos, she remembered seeing the Heir of Casterly Rock at the tourney of Harrenhal, the two had talked, but it was obvious to her that Tytos and his affection for her had been diminished to a friendly relationship. While Elia still maintained some of her feelings for the Young Lannister, she could not help but feel slightly wronged that it was her Lady-In-Waiting, Ashara Dayne that now had the eyes of the Young Lion.

Ashara Dayne, The beauty of Starfall some called her, on the rare occasion, some called her the Beauty of Dorne. A woman with a voluptuous figure that would put most Lys women to shame, Ashara was lusted after by many a man, but Ashara had only wanted one, the two had talked about it during their final moments together before Elia had dismissed her back to Dorne. The man that Ashara wanted was none other than the Heir of Casterly Rock, Tytos Lannister.

'Ashara, I hope he treats you well because my Princely Husband has abandoned his family for a Northern Woman. I'm glad you're home in Dorne, where you are protected by your family...'

Elia was interrupted by a knock on her door, she had heard the giggles of her daughter, Rhaenys and wondered what was going, with quickness, Elia walked towards the door and opened, finding her daughter guarded by a Dornish Man, but not any Dornishmen, a Household Knight of House Martell, Elia raised her delicately plucked eyebrow and looked to the man questioningly, while bringing her daughter beside, trusting the man, but not with her daughter or family just yet...

"Who are you good Ser?"

The man in question knelt down on one knee, his right hand was clenched and held over his beating heart, he looked up into the dark and yet mystical eyes of Elia Martell,

"By Order of Prince Doran Martell, Ruling Prince of Dorne, I, Olyvar, have been assigned to guard you, My Princess, along with your children, Rhaenys and Aegon Targaryen. There are 100 Other men stationed here My Lady, all at your command! Whatever you wish of us, My Princess, we shall do it."

Elia's eyes had watered, her brothers had not forgotten her, 100 Dornishmen had come here with all haste to protect her, even though it was a rather small force of men, it was enough to protect her and her family, now she had hoped that she would survive this war and finally, she would be able to get back home, in the safe embrace of her family, soon though the bells started to ring in King's Landing...

With quickness, Olyvar placed a firm hand on his Longsword, unsheathing it, he ushered Princess Elia and Rhaenys into the rooms of the babe, Aegon. Olyvar noticed two of his fellow guards, he told them to guard the Princess' door with their lives if need be, they did not need to be told twice and did as they were demanded. Olyvar was going to check what was going on...

A Moment Before...

Waving in the air was the banners of Reach Lords and Dornish Lords, something surprising to the people of King's Landing, seeing the Dornish and Reach working together was a thing of mystical beauty, the rivalry between The Reach and Dorne was well known. Although the most notable banners were the banner of House Martell, A gold spear piercing a red sun on an orange field. It was flown proudly in the air, and leading the men of House Martell and its bannermen was the Red Viper of Dorne himself, Oberyn Martell...

While leading the men of House Tyrell and its bannermen was the Powerful and Handsome form of Mace Tyrell. Lord of Highgarden, Defender of the Marches, High Marshall Of The Reach, and Warden of the South. He was decorated in extravagant plate armor, motifs of Golden Roses was seen along the plate green armor, while a decorative longsword was strapped onto his belt, Lord Tyrell looked like a story come alive, but could he truly prove that he was a warrior on and off the battlefield?

Mace had marched with 30,000 Men, he had wanted the glory of defeating Houses Baratheon, Stark, Arryn, and Lannister. So when Mace was called upon to march against the Rebel Forces, he was ready to march and defeat his enemies, while claiming the spoils, although many of his bannermen had wondered, without the tactical genius of Lord Randyl Tarly, how would they hope to defeat the force of Rebels that had been undefeated so far in this war.

Leading this force of 50,000 Men was the man who started it all, The Dragon Prince, Rhaegar Targaryen. He wore a Black and Red Doublet, a long silk cape had hung off of his left shoulder, it was embroidered with the Red Dragon of House Targaryen, while also his right breast pocket also held the sigil of House Targaryen. All in all, Rhaegar looked like the true handsome man he was rumored to be. Soon enough, they had reached the gates and waited for the City Watch...

A Watchmen appeared on the Battlements, wielding a crossbow, along with 50 other Men. All had their crossbows pointed towards what they presumed to be a threat, the man soon yelled out towards the man leading the force of men...

"Who goes there!?"

Rhaegar looked up to the man with a disarming smile,

"It is I, Crown Prince Rhaegar, I have come to speak with my Father!"

The Watchmen's eyes immediately widened and shouted for the men to open the gates, soon the River Gate was open to Rhaegar...

Rhaegar Targaryen, Mace Tyrell, and Oberyn Martell all entered through the River Gate, with them, 250 of their men followed, totaling 500 of their men, while the rest of the 49,500 Men stayed outside the gate, setting up camp...

Rhaegar, Oberyn, and Mace rode with all haste towards the Red Keep...

An Hour Later...

When Elia had heard that Rhaegar was back in the capital and speaking with his Father, she had been emotionless, one would think that she should feel anger and sadness, but she did not, because her marriage with Rhaegar Targaryen was merely a political one, there was no love or true moments of infatuation between the two, although when she birthed Rhaenys, and then Aegon, they both had been happy, their marriage had brought two children with one another.

Only when Rhaegar discovered that she could bear him no more children that he had discarded her like a common whore, while outside and in tourneys, Rhaegar and herself would put on the front of being the happily Prince and Princess of the Seven Kingdoms. While the doors to their separate chambers closed, they were nothing more than mere acquaintances, nothing more, nothing less. It was not a loss to Elia, but simply a reflecting of her life, of what could have been with many other suitors...

Elia was soon knocked out of her thoughts when a voice sounded on the door of Aegon's Chambers, soon though the door opened to reveal the Prince himself, Rhaegar Targaryen walked in with his plate armor on, the armor was all in black, On his breastplate was the three-headed dragon of his House, wrought all in rubies that flashed like fire in the sunlight.

Rhaenys had run to her father, hugging his leg tightly, bringing small smiles to the faces of Rhaegar and Elia, both enjoying that small moment. Rhaegar soon looked down at Rhaenys with a sad smile, as if he was about to tell her something saddening, Rhaegar placed his hands softly on his daughter's shoulders and knelt down, his own violet orbs meeting hers, his eyes had glistened as he looked into his daughter's eyes, for what he presumed to be his final time...

"Rhaenys, I have to go and do something now but know that I have always loved you since you were a mere babe. You were a light in my sad life, do keep your mother company and listen to her well, she loves you dearly..."

Rhaenys merely nods, not understanding at that moment, but knowing that her father was trying to tell her something as if sensing that the two adults needed privacy, Rhaenys went to her chambers, being followed by several Dornish Spearmen...

Rhaegar looked towards his wife, the beautiful and delicate Elia Martell, the woman who had put up with this for a long time, while he was off fulfilling his duty to the realm. They both merely stared for a while, before Rhaegar looked towards the candles in the room, he looked specifically at the flame before sighing and looking back towards Elia...

"I know that you must have questions, or that you're simply too tired of it all to care, but do know, at one point I loved you, at one point, you, Rhaenys, and Aegon were my only care in the world, but the God's are cruel and we all have a role to play Elia. I wish you luck and fortune in the trials and wars to come..."

Rhaegar walked out of the chambers, leaving behind his wife, who simply looked at him with a sad smile, before nodding and wishing him luck in her mind also, but they both felt like they had just said goodbye for the final time...

Tytos' Dreams

In the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry was Teryn Davis, Brother to Tracy Davis of the Slytherin House, currently, the young man was lying unconscious in the medical wing, he was tossing and turning, with grunts of pain leaving him every so often. He was also breaking out into sweats, it looked like there was nothing to do for the young man after he had been attacked by the Black Mist in the Forbidden Third Floor Corridor.

Currently, his best friend and fellow Wizard was laying next to him awake and well rested, the young man in question had bright green eyes that shone like the devastating killing curse. He also had an odd lightning bolt scar on his forehead, this young man was known throughout the Wizarding World, his name was Harry James Potter, Vanquisher of the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Harry was watching Teryn with Headmaster Dumbledore, who had taken an interest in the boy also, Harry looked to his professor with a small worried look on his face, asking the dreaded question...

"Will he be okay Headmaster? I never even noticed that he was fighting off that thing, I did not even know what it was..."

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a small twinkle in his eyes, his lips had shot up in a calm disarming smile. Dumbledore had often wondered what the boy had fought against, because it most certainly was not Voldemort, considering Harry had used his mother's protection to vanquish Quirrell, who was barely clinging to life. Teryn had attracted an enemy of his own that night, but whatever it was fighting the boy, Dumbledore could not tell...

"Do not worry Young Harry, I do believe your friend Teryn to be a Warrior, he will become better because of this, but for now, he will be okay..."

Harry nodded, looking over his friend who had gone deathly quiet all of a sudden, his breathing had turned shallow, his whimpers had all but stopped, while his tossing and turning had completely stopped, his body was as stiff as a board. Only then he started whispering something under his breath, it sounded like an ancient language to Harry and Dumbledore, they could not figure out a word of it...

"Daor zirȳla, Balerion!"

With a thunderous roar that shook the entire grounds of Hogwarts, like an earthquake, the glass windows started to crack and break, as pieces of the walls fell to the ground with a banging thump also, as objects fell on the floor, but the main reaction was the Black and Red aura that surrounded Teryn Davis, his eyes had shot open and had a mystical violet color to them. His mouth was open as if he was yelling in pain and anger, while the black mist radiated off of him, soon it took the form of a Dragon, it vanished as a blinding white light enveloped everyone in the Hospital Wing...

Riverrun

Tytos Lannister shot up with a deep breathing gasp, his green eye wide in horror and fascination, he was wondering what he had just witnessed, he also felt that his hands were shaking uncontrollably, looking down at them, he gasped as he looked at the Magic flowing off of them, like he had just been granted a boon of some kind, Tytos could not help but remember bits and pieces of the dream, The Young boy with Black Hair and Green eyes, he felt a sense of familiarity with the boy.

At First glance, Tytos could tell they were like him, they were people with abilities or Magic as he was soon starting to learn. He could tell that the Headmaster as the boy named Harry had called the man was powerful, so powerful in fact that Tytos felt his body warning him to stay clear of him. Something that Tytos did not understand, while the other thing that had captured was the moment his dream ended, the moment that something he never thought would happen, someone in that world knew High Valyrian...

Although Tytos did not understand, he did understand the last word, the most feared Dragon in House Targaryen's Reign as Kings and Queens of Westeros Balerion The Black Dread. Tytos knew that whatever happened with lad had to have been terrifying, to host a Dragon as large and strong as Balerion, the lad had to of been powerful. Although still, Tytos felt like he was missing something, shaking his head of these thoughts, Tytos stayed awake, lighting some candles, hoping to get some work done. He knew he could not go back to sleep, after that bizarre dream...

Riverrun - 1 Week Later...

In the week leading up to the wedding of Catelyn Tully and Eddard Stark, but also Jon Arryn and Lysa Tully. Emotions had been somewhat high, servants were easily stressed and wanted to get the preparations ready, while Handmaidens doted on Catelyn and Lysa, wanting to get them ready for the Wedding that would unite three kingdoms together. While the Handmaidens and Servants of The North, Vale, and Riverlands were busy, The Stormlands and Westerlands were relatively enjoying themselves...

Each man of the Stormlands and Westerlands had some Ale or Mead, they traded War Stories, each listing their kills in the war, Robert Baratheon had joined his men, enjoying the free Ale and Mead, trading war stories, he had also bedded some wenches, possibly leaving his seed inside some of them. Although Robert would neither remember or know of this, considering he was too drunk and out of it to even know.

Tytos and Loren had taken to sparring with one another, each preparing themselves for the Battle to come, they had gotten some information of a Dornish Force marching towards them, 20,000 Strong one of the scouts had said, Tytos had doubted that a relatively small force of 20,000 Dornishmen was all that Rhaegar Targaryen would be marching with, if anything, Tytos guessed that the Dornish had brought their own commander, Tytos would have guessed Oberyn Martell for Commander of the Dornishmen, considering he had the experience...

Tytos knew there had to be another force of men under the command of someone loyal to House Targaryen, he could not guess another tactical genius in Westeros, besides his father and Lord Randyl Tarly. He could not guess someone competent enough, but he knew that House Targaryen had to have some sort of support from another House. Tytos let it go, knowing that he had enough to counteract against the Loyalist Forces.

Soon though, The Wedding begun, the Oaths and Vows said, Tytos had kept his face blank through the proceedings, knowing that this was more for the Houses involved than his, but still, he was an honored guest.

Tytos had also looked at Loren throughout the vows and oaths that Eddard and Catelyn swore to one another, he clenched his hands, and his knuckles had turned white. He was not enjoying this, but still, they all had their duty to something and they had to fulfill it by whatever means they had available. Soon though, the vows and oaths had been sworn. The Feast had begun afterward, celebrating the union of Three Great Houses...

During the Feast, Tytos sat next to Loren, who was trying to drink himself into the Seven Hells from what it looked like, Tytos had stopped the servants from giving him anymore Mead, Wine, or Ale. Tytos had told the Servants to serve him only water, under the orders of the Heir of Casterly Rock. As Tytos sat next to the Lefford heir, he could see the lad was not that upset but seemed to be nonetheless for some reason,

"You know, I had a chance to marry a Princess, her name is revered around the Seven Kingdoms, Elia of the House Nymeros Martell. We had bonded, just like you and the Lady Catelyn. We were in love, we both knew it, but I was a mere 7 Namedays Old and she was 17 Namedays, but still, we had wanted one another, my first kiss was with the Dornish Princess and I would never forget it..."

Loren looked to his commander with a small smile, that was uncommon for the Lefford Heir, he looked to be thinking of some rather uncomfortable, before his eyebrows arched in a suggestive manner, Loren was now looking towards Tytos with a full-blown grin.

"Did you ever...?"

Tytos looked at the Lefford with narrowed eyes, before his lips also twitched up in a grin. He and Elia had not in fact fucked one another, but they had kissed in the dark shadowy corners of Casterly Rock. By this age, he had found himself close to Cersei, but not so much that he felt wrong about kissing a beauty like Elia Martell. Tytos smiled as the moments with Elia had come flashing back, but also the moment his father had not approved of the betrothal, much to his anger, he had missed his chance and Rhaegar had gotten his Lady...

"No Loren, but we did kiss whenever we had the chance, and let me tell you, Elia might have been fragile and flat-chested, those lips of hers could put most whores out of business..."

Loren chuckled heartily, finally enjoying himself, forgetting about the Lady Tully, now Stark. He and Tytos found themselves trading stories like the rest of the men while knowing that in two weeks would come the battle that would decide the fate of Westeros.

Although not known to anybody but Tytos and Lyonel, they had a contingency plan in place, it was why Tytos sent Lyonel to King's Landing...

Crownlands

And who are you?
The proud lord said
That I must bow so low
Only a cat of a different coat
That's all the truth I know

Sweeping across the Crownlands were 10,000 Men of House Lannister, the banners of House Lannister flew proudly in the sky, while multiple piles of corpses were seen, burned to a crisp. Keeps were burning, Men, Women, and Boys above the age of 14 were put to the sword. The Lannister Men were sending a message to any who tried to support House Targaryen, this was the price of their choices...

In a coat of gold or a coat of red
A lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp, my lord
As long and sharp as yours

Leading these ruthless killers was none other than the First Seeker, Lyonel Marband. He had a vacant look on his face, he looked over the bodies and saw that many were men and women killed for the price of their houses allegiance. The Dragons no longer ruled Westeros and it was time to show that, Lyonel had lied in wait for the 50,000 Men of Rhaegar Targaryen to leave when the forces had finally passed into the Riverlands, Lyonel had struck, burning every keep, and putting every House to the sword, even the Minor Houses...

No one was spared from the ruthless Lyonel and his men, while Tytos had expressed that every house in the Crownlands that was in support of the dragons put to the sword. It was something that Lyonel found he had to obey and so he did, but Tytos had ordered that Elia Martell, Rhaenys, and Aegon Targaryen be spared, something that Lyonel did not understand, but he would follow it anyway...

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

"Lord Lyonel, it has been done, every man, woman, and child above the age of 14 has been put to the sword...what next?"

Lyonel simply regarded the man with a vacant look, Lyonel turned his head, in the distance he noticed King's Landing and a bloodthirsty grin was now on his face, unsettling the man beside him...

"And now, onwards to King's Landing, now we end the reign of House Targaryen, with Fire and Blood..."

The Soldier nodded quickly and started to gather the men for the march, while Lyonel's eyes had never strayed from King's Landing, this was his city to sack and conquer. He was under orders and he would put every man in support of House Targaryen to the sword, no matter the cost...

Author's Note: Welcome To The Closing Moments of the Rebellion...

Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, you heard me, the next chapter is going to conclude the Rebellion.

Now as you see, we see a little snippet of Hogwarts here, now something big is happening with this, and I PROMISE YOU GUYS, it is not the usual Tytos died and Death owed him a favor, no this is something completely different that has been done before I believe, but get ready for some of the mysteries to be unraveled, regarding his reincarnation and other magical!

So Ladies and Gentlemen get ready because, after the Rebellion, we're going to see some memories of what happened with Tytos, who he was, and why he is in the world of GOT, also I got some other twists and turns ready for this fic!

Also as you saw with this ending, Lyonel Marband following the orders of Tytos Lannister like a certain Clegane does with Tywin, that is meant to be happening, Lyonel is Tytos' first and only Seeker, he is very important!

Now to a certain group of people, I like to call haters or people who just wanna bash the story, I ain't gonna stop writing, so long as I have the drive to write this story, I will continue! Have a nice day!

Peace Out, Maegor The Instinct