10th Month of 299 A.C. King's Landing
Tybolt Lannister
Tybolt Lannister liked to think he knew King's Landing relatively well, after all he had served as a squire for six years now, first for King Robert and now for his uncle Tygett. King Robert had been one of Tybolt's heroes, the Demon of the Trident had always had a good story to tell and a good jest here and there. It was from him that Tybolt had learnt what it was to be a true knight, a man who truly lived up to the vows that many knights swore but never truly kept. It was under the king's watchful eye, or somewhat watchful now that he thought about it, that Tybolt had had his first woman, an experience he had found both terrifying and pleasing. And then there was his uncle Tygett, a fierce warrior and a man Tybolt found terrifying, he never laughed and he seemed to be perpetually angry. Still he was a good man, and far better company than the Kingslayer. There had been many changes since King Robert's death, for Tybolt the foremost amongst them was the fact that he was now a married man, his father Ser Lucion, the hand of the king had wed him to Sansa Stark, heir to the north with her two younger brothers dead. Sansa was beautiful, and very smart and caring, and there were times when Tybolt wondered what he had done to deserve such a woman.
Of course right now his thoughts were on what his father was saying, they were prowling the lion gate, waiting for the first sign of ships to come. "Remember lad," his father said. "Stay close to your uncle Tygett, and should any fool with that flaming stag get to close you know what to do."
"Stick them with the pointy end." Tybolt said.
His father nodded and said. "Good man. Don't try and do anything too stupid now son, your mother and your wife will have my hide if you do."
Tybolt nodded. "I won't father, I promise. Besides, Joffrey will likely try and do something more stupid than I could ever attempt."
His father gave a rare laugh at that as did his uncle Tygett. "Aye that is true. Speaking of which, where is our most benevolent monarch?"
Tybolt was silent for a moment and then said. "I think he was with the Hound last time I saw him. Prancing around in his armour like something from a murmurs show. Trying and failing to impress the men of the watch and those given to protect him."
His father sighs. "I suppose I must now go and try and make up for whatever damage the boy has done. Stay safe son, and I shall see you after the battle is done." With that his father rides away, Ser Mandon Moore his white shadow.
His uncle Tygett is away barking orders to men under his command, leaving Tybolt and his cousin Tyrek to stand and watch the walls. Tyrek is slightly taller than Tybolt, but still slightly untested. "Do you think we will be able to hold the walls coz?" Tyrek asks.
Tybolt gives his best winning smile to his cousin and says. "Why of course coz, with us two holding this part of the wall and Joffrey and Lancel shitting themselves on the western gate, whats there to say Stannis Baratheon won't just turn tail and run."
His cousin laughs at that and then asks. "And what if his red woman is with him? They say it was her who killed Renly."
"Then we shall kill her too." Tybolt says confidently.
His nerves grow though when ships come into view and the war horns are sounded. He thinks of Sansa briefly, before drawing his bow and firing his first few arrows out into the night. Arrows fly backwards and forwards in this part of the battle, as more and more men come ashore and stumble towards the gates of the city. Tybolt counts five dead by his own arrows when more and more men come, and eventually he loses all of his arrows on the fallen. "Bugger this!" Ser Tygett roars. "We ride out to fight them." The gate is raised, Tybolt and Tyrek draw their swords and mount their horses and ride out.
The battle is already raring when they join it, Lannister men and men of the city watch clashing with men bearing the flaming heart of Stannis Baratheon. Tybolt has fought in the practice yard, but he has never truly fought in battle, and now that he is he finds that his adrenaline is pumping quite hard. He swings right, then left, bringing down one man then another, he repeats the process, swinging, hacking, dodging, and blocking, felling men right, left and centre. The battle continues, more men come streaming over, and on it goes, swinging, right, left, centre. His sword is already beginning to turn red from the amount of blood he has shed, but still he goes on, and still the fight goes on.
The men he comes up against next are more experienced, they know more about the ways of combat and it shows, Tybolt blocks one blow, and takes another on his breastplate, he swing his sword only to find that the man he is attacking has nicked his armour and moved on. Dents, cuts and bruises become more and more engrained on his red armour, and yet still he pushes on. He slays a knight with quills on his armour, and then another with the fox of house Florent. His sword gets more and redder as time passes and still more and more men come from the ships onto land and still they keep fighting.
When there is a sudden lull in the fighting, Tybolt is relieved to find Tyrek there next to him and he asks. "Why has the fighting stopped, where are the rest of our men?"
His cousin looks at him briefly and then says. "Joffrey has fled back inside. Some of the men on his side of the river are fleeing. Whatever moves your father has in place, they had best start working, soon or we shall be facing mass desertion."
Tybolt is about to respond when he sees flames, green flames erupting on the banks further out to sea. Wildfire, the smell is putrid, his father's master plan.