The Master of Coin looked over his shoulder to the tall towers of the Red Keep before turning back. He stood next to Podrick and a sitting Bronn on a road outside King's Landing with a number of City Watchmen standing behind them. A woman with a pair of goats passed the Imp and Bronn spoke "How many Dornish men does it take to fuck a goat?"
"Please don't." Tyrion said, he did not wish to offend their guests when they finally arrived.
"Seems to me." the sellsword commander continued "smart place to meet travellers is in a tavern, that way one party's late, the other party can drink some ale inside." he took a swig of his wine skin.
"It the Prince of Dorne we're waiting for," Tyrion said "not one of your sellsword friends."
"He's so dammed important how come they sent you to meet him?"
"There's bad blood between House Martell of Dorne and House Lannister of Casterly Rock, has been for years."
"And just encase House Martell of Dorne are looking to spill some Lannister blood may as well be yours?"
"No need for cynicism I happen to be an accomplished diplomat." they heard shouts from down the road and a group of horse and banners appeared "Ah, here we are." he looked to the banners "Can you read the sigils?"
"Yellow ball?" Bronn suggested.
"Wild lemons on a purple field," Podrick said "House Dalt of Lemonwood. A vulture grasping a baby in its talons, House Blackmont. A crowned skull, House Manwoody of Kingsgrave." Tyrion spoke impressed "Boy knows is Dornish Houses."
"I need a sigil." Bronn muttered. As a knight he could carry one. Tyrion ignored this and spoke to his squire "And House Martell, a red sun pierced by a spear?"
"I don't see it my Lord." Tyrion quickly put his diplomatic skill into play and stepped forward as the party of Dornish nobility stopped before them "Well met my Lords, His Majesty King Joffrey welcomes you in his name, my Lord Father the King's Hand sends his greetings as well, I am Tyrion Lannister of Casterly Rock, Master of Coin." he paused for a moment, the Dornish Lords remained silent. The Imp decided to ask his plaguing question "Forgive me, I don't see Prince Doran in your company."
One of the Dalts spoke "The Prince's health forces him to remain at Sunspear. He sends his brother, Prince Oberyn to attend the Royal Wedding in his stead."
"Yes," Tyrion nodded "the King would be delighted to enjoy the company of a warrior as renowned as Prince Oberyn at his wedding feast."
"Will he?" the Dalt asked with a hint of humour.
"And where is Prince Oberyn?"
"Arrived before dawn." this took the Master of Coin by surprise, the Lord continued "Not a man for welcome parties our Prince."
"Very well, my Lords these fine men from the City Watch will escort you to your quarters in the Red Keep, you must be wary after such a long journey." the three walked to their horses as the Dornish Lords rode passed.
The Lord Commander of the City Watch spoke "Some accomplished diplomacy that was. Now where?"
"We must find Prince Oberyn before he kills someone, or several somebodies."
"How do you plan on finding a single Dornishman in the middle a city this big?"
"You're famous for fucking half of Westeros. You've just arrive at the capital after two weeks of bad roads, where would you go?"
"I'd probably go to sleep, but I'm getting old."
Naturally they went to the finer of Littlefinger's brothels, even without Littlefinger there great noblemen still flocked to it. The new Lord of Harrenhal knew to put good people in charge of his most important endeavours.
Leaving Podrick outside they went finding Oberyn, they heard a Dornish voice and walked in Tyrion spoke "Prince Oberyn forgive the intrusion we heard there might be," he just caught the Prince pull his knife out the wrist of a Lannister solider who screamed "trouble." the soldier's friend helped him out as the Dornish woman with the Prince encircled her arms around the Prince "Apologies my love." he said before they kissed, for a very long time. Tyrion tried to get a word in however they ignored him. Finally, the parted the Prince spoke to the woman "Ellaria Sands my paramour, the King's own Uncle Imp. Tyrion, son of Tywin, Lannister."
"If there's anything I can do to make your stay…"
"What are you?" Oberyn said to Bronn "His hired killer?"
"I started that way aye, now I'm a knight and Lord Commander of the City Watch of King's Landing."
"And how did that come to pass?"
"Killed the right people I suppose.", the Prince laughed a looked to the manager "Will need a few more girls yes?" Tyrion smiled slightly at the thought "Prince Oberyn if I may, a word in private?" Ellaria let her lover go and the Prince and the Imp went outside.
"Seems I visited the Lannister brothel by mistake." the Dornishman said.
"Oh they take all kinds," the Master of Coin explained.
"Even Dornish."
"The King is very grateful that you travelled all this way for his wedding."
"Let's speak truth here, Joffrey is insulted, I am only the second son after all."
"Well speaking as a fellow second son I've grown rather used to being the family insult.", the Prince chuckled.
"Why did you come to King's Landing Prince Oberyn?"
"I was invited to the Royal Wedding."
"I thought we were speaking truth?"
"The last time I was in the capital was many years ago. Another wedding. My Sister Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen, the Last Dragon. My Sister loved him, she bore his children, swaddled them, rocked them, fed them from her own breast, Elia would not let the wet nurse touch them. And beautiful, noble Rhaeger Targaryen left her for another woman, that started a war and the war ended right here. And your father's army took the city."
"I wasn't present."
"And butchered those children. My nephew and niece, carved them up and wrapped them in Lannister cloaks. And my Sister, you know what they did to her?" the Prince lifted Tyrion's head up "I'm asking you a question."
"I've heard rumours.", the Prince chuckled "So have I. The one I keep hearing is that Gregor Clegane, the Mountain raped Elia and spilt her in half with his great sword."
"I wasn't there; I don't know what happened."
"If the Mountain killed my Sister your father gave the order. Tell your father I'm here, and tell him House Lannister is not the only one to pay their debts." with that the Prince walked back into the brothel.
Tyrion and Podrick walked down the gardens he slowed seeing a friend "Lady Falena. Breakfasting with the King?"
"No on business I need to talk with you.", they moved down a more private path "Before he left Asher had me look into something we could blackmail Littlefinger with."
"Why?"
"Haven't you read the ledgers, Asher did the maths and the number don't add up, that means."
"Littlefinger's been stealing from the treasury."
"Correct, as Master of Coin I thought you should know."
"Have you found something to blackmail him with?"
"Not blackmail no, something else, I'm waiting for Asher's answers, it's complicated." and she walked off.
Soon Tyrion sat with his family as Mace Tyrell walked up and presented the King with a large golden cup adorned with the sigils of the Great Houses, Joffrey accepted the gift and asked whether or not he should refer to Mace as Father, the Duke of Highgarden said it would be an honour before taking his seat next to his daughter. Podrick came and the Master of Coin got out of his chair walking over to face his nephew who looked at the gift oddly as the squire put it before the King "A book?"
"The Lives of Four Kings, Grand Maester Kaeth's history of the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the Unworthy and Daeron the Good. A book every King should read." Joffrey looked to the Hand of the King who nodded, the Boy King returned to his uncle "Now that the war is won," Joffrey said "we should all find time for wisdom. Thank you Uncle." Tyrion knew his nephew didn't really mean those words, but he returned to his seat.
A member of the Kingsguard walked in a placed a sword on the table, the Duke of Casterly Rock stood up "The only sword of Valyrian Steel in the capital your Majesty, freshly forged in your honour." in no time at all the King rushed around the table and took out the blade, it out-of-tune ring caught the attention of all gathered.
"Careful your Majesty," Grand Maester Pycelle said "nothing cuts like Valyrian Steel."
"Although." Tyrion mentioned "Some say the Zanpakuto of Castamere is sharper.", Joffrey glared at his uncle. Then he slashed the book. He grinned "Such a great sword should have a name. What shall I call her?" Members of the court called out names, one took his attention "Widow's Wail I like that." he sheathed it and saying "Using it will be like stabbing Asher in the back again and again." Tyrion quickly leaned over to see his father's reaction, the Duke looked shocked and angered at Cersei who looked like she wanted to sink into the Blackwater. The Master of Coin then stared at the sliced book 'So much for wisdom.'
The bells on the Great Sept rang out its changes.
Inside Mace Tyrell escorted his daughter down the central gap in of the gathered. Tyrion wanted to turn away, Margaery looked so flamboyant it hurt. Whereas Asher and Sansa's beauty came through the simplicity of their wedding attire, to Tyrion it looked like they put too much effort to outdo the Crown Prince they failed at it.
Joffrey took his brides arm and they walked up to the High Septon before the King cloaked her. The wedding went as anyone could expect, so straight forward it bored him.
He glanced at Lady Olenna as the High Septon said "Cursed be the one who comes between them.", the Matriarch of Flowers face shifted slightly into one of thought. Joffrey's statement of his kiss caught his attention and the Royal Couple's lips meet to applauses. 'We have a new queen, better her then Cersei.'
The Imp walked about the garden party when he came across Prince Oberyn and Ellaria Sand, they greeted one another, before the Prince spoke "I couldn't help but notice someone is missing. I had hoped to meet with Crown Prince Asher. Some say he is like a new Rhaegar."
"The Crown Prince is in Castamere your Highness, he didn't want to King harming his new wife."
"So the younger twin gets married first, and who's the lucky girl?"
"Sansa, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark." Oberyn face fell slightly but then he chuckled "So the Stags and the Wolves are finally together, as are the Lions and Roses." he and his mistress walked away, heading over to speak with Lady Falena.
Tyrion walked to Podrick's side and they walked to the Royal Stand taking seat next to Tommen. Ser Barristan stood behind the King and Queen. With other members of the Kingsguard stood around the garden. A massive lion head stared directly at the Royal Family.
The musician started playing the Rains of Castamere, which annoyed the King, Joffrey threw coins at them. Tyrion agreed 'Those people from Squad Nine at least had a large number of songs to choose from.'
The King stood up "Everyone." he called "The Queen would like to say a few words." Margaery got up "We are so fortunate to enjoy this marvellous food and drink, not all among us are so lucky, to thank the Gods for bringing the recent war to a just end King Joffrey has decreed that the left over from our feast be given to poorest in his city." the crowd cheered at this charity Tyrion scoffed 'Her idea no doubt.'
He glanced around and saw Ser Loras nodded at Prince Oberyn. Jamie stood beside him and the Knight of the Flowers bumped into the Kingsguard, the two talked 'Probably about Cersei.'
Speaking of the Queen Mother she walked over a talked to Grand Maester Pycelle who left the party slightly dejected 'Whatever Cersei said to make him sad would me more entertaining than Ser Dontos.' even when the King gave a Gold Dragon reward to the man who could knock his hat off.
After a while Joffrey goy up "Everyone silence, clear the floor. There's been too much amusement here today. A Royal Wedding is not an amusement; a Royal Wedding is history. The time has come for all of us to contemplate our history, my Lords." a servant opened the lion's mouth, "My Ladies," a tongue made of red carpet sprawled out "I give you Kings Joffrey, Renly and Balon Greyjoy, Lord Robb Stark and Stannis Baratheon. The War of Three Kings." a group of dwarf came out of the lion's mouth dressed as the named men, they also wore mock mounts around their wastes with fake leg like they rode them. For the Kings the one as Joffrey on a lion with antlers, the one as Renly on a figure resembling Loras, a fake bottom on him to look as if he rode the figure in more ways than one. The one as Balon on a kraken, the sigil of House Greyjoy. The Robb dwarf rode a regular horse but wore a wolf head helmet, 'More Clegane then Stark.' Tyrion thought then glance at the one playing Stannis riding a figure of Melisandre.
"Let the war begin." the Joffrey dwarf proclaimed. Renly went first; Stannis and Robb hit him with their fake weapon. Tyrion glanced at Margaery who looked away while Loras got up and stormed away.
Stannis went next being beaten down by Joffrey.
The Robb dwarf took out Balon.
Tyrion motioned to Podrick "Pay each of them twenty gold when this is done."
"Yes my Lord." the Squire said, before Tyrion muttered "I'll have to find another way to thank the King."
The Robb and Joffrey jousted and missed, twice, the Robb proclaiming Asher the rightful king. Before the Joffrey took out a rope and looped it around Robb's hands and dragged him saying "Off to the Westerlands with you."
"Well fought." Joffrey said taking out his purse "the Champion purse, though you're not the champion yet, a champion defeat all other challengers, surely there are other out there who still dare to challenge my reign, Uncle," he turned to the Master of Coin "I'm sure they have a spare costume."
Tyrion got out of his chair "One taste of combat was enough for me your Majesty, I'd like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him, this is but a poor imitation of your bravery on the field of battle, I speak as a first hand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new Valyrian sword and show how a true King wins his throne. Be careful though, this one is clearly mad with lust. It would be tragedy for the King to lose virtue hours before his wedding night." he returned to his seat as a few chuckles resonated around the guest tables.
Joffrey walked over and poured his wine onto his uncle's head, Tyrion still made a joke "Fine vintage, shame that it spilled."
"It did not spill."
"My love," Margaery called "come back to me, it's time for my Father's toast."
"Well how does he expect me to toast without wine? Uncle you can be my cupbearer seeing as you're too cowardly to fight."
"Your Majesty does me a great honour."
"It's not meant as an honour." Still the Master of Coin got up and took Joffrey's goblet, though the King did drop it on the floor for him to pick it up, and kicking it demanding the Imp pick it up. Tyrion went under the table and handed it to the King "What good is an empty cup?" Joffrey said "Fill it.", Tyrion took the jug of wine closest to Cersei and filled the goblet, and handed it to the King again.
"Kneel." Joffrey said "Kneel before your King." Tyrion failed to kneel while Joffrey demanded it.
"Oh look," Margaery said "the pie." the crowd cheered as the kitchen servants brought out a massive pie, so large four of them carried it.
Joffrey took the cup and handed it to Margaery. He unsheathed Widow's Wail and sliced the top off, a flock of dove flew out accompanied by much rejoicing. Joffrey demanded the Master of Coin serve him the wine to wash down the dry pastry.
The King drank it down, but he started coughing, and then started choking. Ser Barristan and Jamie rushed to his sided as the King collapsed. Cersei came to his side to and put his head to her lap.
Tyrion picked up the goblet confused. He heard the last gasp of Joffrey, then Cersei spoke "He did this." the Imp looked at his sister who starred at him angered "He poisoned my son, your King, take him. Take him. Take him." she shouted as two of Kingsguard took hold of the Master of Coin and took him away.
He noticed both Lady Olenna and Lady Falena leaving, the Matriarch of Flowers holding onto a piece of jewellery.
In a cell Tyrion thought about what happened. He understood why his sister would think he did it, but he hoped his father would see reason, though he did call Joffrey a lost cause he would never sink to the lows of kinslaying.
The door opened and Tyrion looked away, more bad food.
"My, my uncle, you look dreadful." Tyrion turn round seeing a smirking Asher "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes nephew, or should I say my King.", he noted some changes to his nephew in the few months since the Crown Prince, 'No force of habit.', the King left with his new wife for Castamere. Asher stood even taller, his shoulder seemed even wider, he had the Baratheon strength in multiple spades.
"Either will do," Asher glanced to the gaoler, who nodded and removed the restrains much to the Imp's surprise, Asher spoke "I argued with the Small Council, but eventually they all saw reason, you're cleared of charges, the proper culprit has been found."
"Who would be so bold as to poison a King?"
"Lady Olenna Tyrell. It's a good thing I sent the order to keep people from leaving King's Landing in time, the Queen of Thorns was going to run back to Highgarden."
In the throne room Tyrion stood next to Bronn and Podrick watching Asher atop the Iron Throne, yet to wear a crown, Sora the raven on his shoulder, with the Duke of Casterly Rock and the Prince of Dorne sat either side of the King. Lady Olenna stood before them. Around them a few soldiers of the Castamere Forces as well as Lord Ichigo, Lady Orihime, a woman he never thought would live up to her reputation and Queen Sansa, both women showed signs of pregnancy and multiples apparently.
The new King spoke "Lady Falena Shihion found crystallised essence of the Strangler in the jewelled necklace you wore, our Mistress of Whisperers also saw you lean over and place some in my Brother's wine while everyone focused their attention on Joffrey and the pie, you cannot deny it."
"I don't deny it your Majesty."
"Have you anything in your defence?"
"I did it to save Margaery, everyone here can admit Joffrey was violent, it would have been a matter of time until he repeated the actions of Maegor the Cruel and killed my Granddaughter."
"But the Tyrell's desire was to have a member become Queen, did you make the same mistake my Uncle Renly did and forget the order of succession?"
"You told me you preferred Castamere to King's Landing."
Asher sighed and held the bridge of his noise "I did say that, but that did not mean I would refuse the crown simply because of it, I was born in King's Landing and I plan to improve it."
"You must know the rumours about your mother and the Kingslayer."
"Yes, but I would never make myself into a new Daemon Blackfrye simply on rumour. So let me get this straight, you thought because I prefer Castamere over King's Landing as it currently is and because I didn't claim the Iron Throne during the War of Three Kings I would refuse the throne completely and allow Tommen to become King? Thus Margaery would remarry my younger Brother making her Queen again."
The Matriarch of Flowers looked down and nodded.
"I see; you realise the crime of Regicide is punishable by death?"
"Yes your Majesty."
"Be thankful then that I understand the need of this alliance, Margaery will marry Tommen, not to be Queen, true, but still a high ranking member of the Royal Family. As for the rest of House Tyrell, first until further notice the Flowers of Highgarden are banished from the Crownlands, so the betrothal between Ser Loras and the Queen Mother is hereby ended," the crowd murmured, Tyrion glanced at Cersei who grinned, the King continued "and House Tyrell are to pay off half the debt the Crown owes to House Lannister, so they will be paying who much Uncle?"
Tyrion blinked "Around seven-hundred and fifty-thousand gold dragons."
"Thank you. Is that clear?"
Mace Tyrell spoke "We've already payed half of the wedding, and will probably pay half for the new wedding as well, it'll take years to pay that off."
"Quite," Asher said glaring at him "I will not ignore House Tyrell's sterling contributions to the Realm however killing the King does sully that somewhat. Be thankful I don't have Ser Ilyn Payne cut your mother's head off and make Ser Loras Kingsguard, which can still do." He turned to his friend "Would you be willing Ser Loras?"
"To protect the Royal Family if my sister's apart of it? I would.", his father starred at him as Asher spoke "But it means you would never marry and father no children, thus the name Tyrell would end."
"After what Grandmother did I would be willing to do what I can to restore my House name in what little time it had left."
"I can consider it at least Loras, but right now I don't think we need any extra Kingsguard at the moment." he returned to the Duke of Highgarden "But you can see your Grace what could still happen, now prepare you and your forces I want every Tyrell apart from Margaery gone from the Crownlands as soon as possible." they nodded and quickly left the throne room.
Asher sighed and climbed down from the throne "Grandfather a word," he turned to Tyrion "this concerns you as well Uncle.", the Master of Coin walked up, Lord Ichigo and Lady Falena stood close by, the Captain of Squad Two stood behind them.
"What is it you wish your Majesty?" the Patriarch of Lions asked.
"The truth over a women named Tysha.", Tyrion's eyes widened and looked to his father.
"How do you know that name?" the Hand asked.
"Squad Two."
"She was a whore.", Tyrion heard a low growl and glanced at the Captain who put her hand to her sword. Asher spoke again "Why would you hire a prostitute to make Tyrion lose his virginity? That seems rather low, not to mention it turned my Uncle into the libertine he is today, if you want to blame anyone for his actions you should look in a mirror."
"I do not need to say anything." Tywin protested.
"Grandfather, no one should keep secrets from a King, if you won't then I call a trial."
"If that is so I wish to make it a Trial by Combat."
"Very well Grandfather, and knowing you'll pick Ser Gregor Clegane, who is a great fighter, whoever I chose as my champion would be at a disadvantage, however if I had more champions…", both Tyrion and Tywin's eyes widened and Asher smirked "I call for a Trial by Seven, the first in almost a century."
Tyrion sat on the makeshift platform next to Sansa and Lady Orihime, Ellaria Sands and Jamie, his brother told him the truth, but it appeared his father would not admit defeat. Sansa and Lady Orihime held each other hands.
Asher and Lord Ichigo stood on the field of battle, along with Prince Oberyn, he offered his service for a chance at killing Ser Gregor. Captain Hills of Squad Eleven, the Captain of Squad Two, Lieutenant Napier Waverly, and finally Lady Brienne of Tarth, the first female knight.
Obviously the Hand called Ser Gregor to fight, the Mountain stood tall flanked by six other, no one Tyrion recognised. The Duke of Casterly Rock sat on the other platform with the Queen Mother, Crown Prince Tommen and Lady Margaery.
Asher with is helmet in his hands turned to his Hand "You can still back down Grandfather, Uncle Jamie has admitted the truth."
"The truth is what we perceive, if you want the Seven to decide so be it on your head."
"Very well." Asher put his helmet on.
Grand Maester Pycelle walk out to the middle "In the sight of Gods and Men we gather to ascertain the truth of the women Tysha, Lord Tyrion Lannister's estranged wife of several years." he went on about the Seven. However, Asher nodded to the herald who blew the horn, the Grand Maester trudge away.
Ser Gregor took out his broadsword.
Oberyn's squire threw the Prince his spear. The King and the other Samurai glanced at Lord Ichigo who nodded. They all drew out their blades. The game changed the moment the Samurai baring Captain Hills started speaking.
"Stitch to Kill, Kami Ito."
"Roar, Zabimaru."
"Sacrifice them, Kyuketsuki."
"Zangestu."
Their swords changed. Asher's turned into a pair of gauntlets connected by a chain going over his arms and the back of his neck, from all eight finger glowing thread shot out.
Sir Napier's sword became segmented with each getting larger until the blade at the end.
The Captain of Squad Two carried an axe.
And Lord Ichigo held two black blades like giant knives. He put his right hand to his face and red and black energy appeared over it, he pulled his hand down and his helmet materialised.
The six on Lord Tywin's seven all stared wide-eyed. Tyrion looked to the other book seeing all their slack jaws 'I don't think I've ever seen Father look like that.'
"I yield." One of the Lannister seven called, very soon all the others bar Ser Gregor yielded.
Asher spoke "Do wish to continued Ser Gregor?", the Mountain roared and charged.
Captain Hills stepped forward and blocked to attack, his Zanpakuto chipping slightly, he kicked the Mountain on the leg so hard everyone heard the bones crack. Ser Gregor fell onto his knee. Captain Hills then stomped his foot on the downed leg and the Mountain screamed. Clegane tried to swing again but Asher flicked one of his wrists, the wire flew to the Mountain's great sword and sliced through, the three served pieces scattered onto the ground. Gregor tried a punch but Hills caught it "You call that a punch?" he twisted the Mountain's arm and more bones broke.
Prince Oberyn walked up showing off his skills with the spear, removing the Mountain's helmet "Did they tell you who I am? I am the brother of Elia Martell. I won't let you die until you confess, you raped her, murdered her, killed her children." he sliced at the Mountain's other leg "Confess."
Hills took Ser Gregor's other hand and started breaking the fingers one by one "I did it." the Mountain screamed "Elia Targaryen, I killed her children, I raped her, I smashed her skull in."
"And who," Oberyn said looking to the Hand of the King "gave you that order?"
Lord Tywin spoke "Only ordered the death of Rhaegar Targaryen's children. And I never gave Ser Gregor alone the order, he was just the first man to reach the Holdfast, if someone else arrived before him your sister would have lived."
"Oberyn," Asher said returning his Zanpakuto to its original form "we can't change the past, finish it.", the Prince of Dorne nodded and rammed his spear through the Mountain's head. He walked over to a Lannister banner, ripped it off from the pole and covered the dead Ser Gregor "To hide the blood." He said with a sly grin, before both he and Hills picked the corpse up and threw it over the balcony and into the Blackwater.
Asher turned to his Grandfather and took his helmet off "The Gods have decided, Tysha Lannister was no whore, but an innocent girl who married our Master of Coin out of love.", Tywin looked away before the King spoke again "Can I ask something? If Grandmother Joanna had survived Tyrion's birth and she learned of her youngest son's marriage how would she have reacted?", the Hand of the King closed his eyes tight.
Jamie spoke "From what I remember of Mother she would have seen how Tyrion couldn't be married off to any noble family, and I was Kingsguard by the time we meet Tysha. So to know Tyrion was married, a chance of grandchildren and continuing the family name she would most likely have endorsed the marriage."
The King spoke again "When you show me her tomb Grandfather you told me while the lion defends the territory of the pride, the lioness makes sure the pride survives."
Tyrion looked to his father who finally spoke "That girl was no whore, but she was a lowborn."
Lord Ichigo yelled at his lord "She's still a human being, and family to you.", the Hand of the King looked to the Masked Captain "How did your spies find out about this?"
Lady Falena walked out and called "My Captain would like the Hand and the Master of Coin down here so she can tell them directly.", Lord Tywin grumbled but Tyrion curious walked down and stood before the Captain. The Duke of Casterly Rock stared down at her, though tall for a woman, she stood at five foot eleven inches, the Hand still dwarfed her "Alright girl tell me how you know this."
"It's quite easy." She said her voice suddenly higher and Tyrion's eyes widened, the memories of the Battle of the Blackwater came back 'It wasn't a dream?'
The Captain put her axe down and pulled her mask off and revealing a face Tyrion never forgot "Tysha?", she knelt down and look straight into his eye "Hello my Lord.", Tyrion couldn't resist, he leaned in, she did so too and they kissed. For quite a while, feeling the happiest in years he ignored his father's argument with Lord Ichigo.
She let the kiss go and whispered "You told me I can have whatever I want for saving your life last year.", he nodded and she smiled widely "When we make love I want you to make love to me better than you have any other women."
Tyrion shuddered "Tysha forgive me for…", she put her figure on his lips "It's fine my Lord, I understand why, you thought I was a whore, so you thought only whores would make love to you, I get it.", he smiled and kissed her again.
When they finished they turned to the Westerland Lords arguing, Tysha turned angry and picked her axe walked up to Lord Tywin, wrap her arm round his neck and pulled him back. She held the axe blade inches from his face "I didn't need Lord Ichigo to protect me from you, I could have tried to kill you any time since you separated me from my husband." She let him go and returned her weapon to normal "The only reason I haven't is because I don't want to be a kinslayer."
"How could you have killed me?"
"Legends say Lann the Clever crawled through the clefts in Casterly Rock. I'd try at least.", the Duke starred half shocked and half impressed "I see what I did gave you some backbone."
"Oh I've got more than that as you saw.", Lady Falena smirked "She not lying either, one cut from that axe of hers, you'll never stop bleeding." She turned to her captain "As planned then?", Tysha nodded and removed her cloak before handing it to Falena.
Asher walked up "I didn't know I lived so close to my aunt when in Castamere, but even still this doesn't change anything." He looked to the Hand of the King "We arranged this when we discussed battle plans, since Lady Falena has the requirements to be a captain, Captain Kershaw as I knew her wished to retire as a captain, but like the spy networks so they planned to swap positions." He turned back to his aunt "Lady Tysha Lannister, I name you Mistress of Whisperers."
"Thank you your Majesty." She then glanced at Cersei "From what Falena told me you said you'd kill any person Tyrion truly loved, well I've got news for you sister, try anything on me, not even the Gods will save you."
Tyrion smiled 'She become quite the woman.'
Author's Notes
I bet some of you are going to call the Trial by Seven anticlimactic. With this perspective I could right out the planning for the fight, but I imagine Asher had this idea in the back of his mind for a while.
Anyway, see you next time.