DISCLAIMER:following text is not meant to be taken seriously,I do not own the original.
Bolderwick castle
The first time...
The first time his father actually intrusted him with something.
Well,partially intrusted,as his uncle,Ser Kevan,his father's very own yes-man,was assigned to make sure Tyrion doesn't 'put the family name under shame' as Kevan said,his fathers told him when he assigned him to advise Tyrion.
Now he was standing on top of a small hill and looking at the castle he was going to take, seat of house of the lesser houses in the Riverlands.
The castle held a garrison of 800 men that gathered inside it,quite a garrison for such a fort.
It had wooden walls,supported with small,man-made dirt hills and a decent gate,made of wood and supported with iron.
The towers were also wooden,they were more,small watchtowers than towers,looking down on the wall from around five meters watchtowers could be split into two parts,the small cabinet and the support was basically a bunch of sticks and ladders that led to a small box over them that had small windows in all four ways,around its wooden walls.
The town inside the castle was made of basic huts,and a bigger wooden house in the centre of the town,surrounded with raised spikes.
The castle itself wasn't anything worth looting,but it could become a vital supply line outpost through which the supplies and money for the army could come through.
His father was holding the riverlords at bey,so he could take as long as he needed.
Tyrion put the catapults on the strategic positions,on the south and western side of the city,blocking it off from the rest of the raining fire and death from above.
Now the defenders could stey in there and burn or charge and face his superior army head on...
It would make it quite better for Tyrion if the defenders stayed inside of the castle,so their numbers could dwindle,and he could easily take the castle and overwhelm the living defenders...And maybe even make his father thought of that brought a big smile to his face.
„Tyrion!"he heard the voice of his uncle call for him.
Too bad his plan didn't work as he planned,and now the garrison was exiting the burning walls,and coming to meat one of his two army halfs who were split in between west and east.
They wee currently charging at the one in which he was commanding southern the western one was commanded by his new good friend,Kayla Septim.
He didn't turn around,to his uncle as he spoke,only put his hands on his back, him look powerfull in his red and golden,lion patterned armour,even if he was a dwarf.
„ the men to form a defensive position under the hill,horses will be hiding in the woods on both flanks,and smash into them,as they reach our spear archers will be using flaming shots,and tell the centre unit to focus on Lord Harleym's should cross to the usage of don't need to burn the entire forest."he put his hand on his chin,scratching it,he turned around to see his uncle walk off in a quick paste,shouting orders left and right.
Tyrion turned to his squire,Podrick „Send a rider for Lady Septim,and tell her to storm the castle while the defenders are their morale quickly and efficiently."
Podric noded „Alright."and run off to the messenger post.
Podric was a good boy,Tyrion saw potential I could become a knight of great prestige in the bad Tyrion could not train him personally as he was not much too good himself with the he was an Imp and all.
He shook his head,like a wet dog,and started to walk for his tent to prepare for the coming battle.
„Alright...Let's do this." He muted out loud.
After a few steps,he was stopped by a commander from his army,who he assigned with the mail.
„My lord!"the man was obviously running,as his breath was rhythmical and loud.
„What is it now Ser?"he asked a bit annoyed by the second interruption in between a few minutes.
„Lord Stark."the soldier exclaimed,stoping in front of the Imp.
„What about him?"Tyrion raised an eyebrow he was interested what the Silent Wolf had done he sends men for Ser Gregor,and now what?That man was only trouble.
„He was arrested for treason,my Lord."Tyrion again raised his eyebrow at gained a questionable face expression.
„How in the seven hells did my sweet sister managed to convince her good husband to imprison his best friend?"he smiled,he never met Lord Stark personally,but he met his son in Winterfell...A pleasant boy,a bit stubborn,and rude,but still...He hoped the apple didn't fall too far from the tree because this could end badly.
„King Robert is dead my Lord,King Joffrey rules in Kings Landing."
He scoffed „You mean,my sister rules in Kings Landing."he looked in the distance „What about his children?"
„The younger one escaped with the help of Lord Lacković's son and his guards,as for the older one,she is still in the Keep."
Now he pinched his nose in frustration,closing his eyes „A boy and a girl of four and ten escaped from the Red Keep,full of guards at every corner,and under my sister's nose?"his voice was angry,bitter,and with a small part,mocking.
The soldier cowered a little,taking a step back „The boy didn't escape,my Lord,King Joffrey threw him into the Black is awaiting his execution."the imp stopped rubbing his forehead,instantly,after hearing knew hiss nephew was a sick little peace of shit,but executing a child?Throwing him into the Black cells which were for the worst criminals,and traitors?For what crime?Helping his bethorald escape the worst possible fate she could get?
This was not good,they Couldnt afford to fight both the North and Croatia,with the Riverlands at their possibly even the Vale,or Bosnia do to their alliance with the Croats...That could become a problem.
„Does my father know about this?"his voice lost the mockery,now it was filled only with anger and irritation.
„He does,my Lord."
Tyrion nodded,turning away from the man,and walking off to his tent again „Then off to your post Ser...And no more of the 'my Lord',it's starting to give me a headache.
The man bowed and ran Tyrion to his thoughts.
This no doubt meant war with the Stark's.
The Youg Wolf was probably already gathering his mento march south.
He needed to quick.
Winter is this one was going to be a long one.
Winter is words of house Stark.
Then in his head he started rolling the same sarcastic line 'All hail the king.'
Now the question was,who was that King.
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„You lost your purpose Ned."Lord Lacković whispered to his ear,as he pressed a dagger to his back,stabbing him through the tissue,but not hitting any organs,like surgeon's cut,he cut horizontally paralyzing Eddard on the spot and making him lose the feel on his Stark fell to the ground, Lacković didn't kill him intentionally,just immobilized him,on queen's orders.
His men dying in front of him,by both the Gold Cloaks and Lord Lacković's men.
It was a slaughter,completely onesided.
The words rang out through his head,as the world started turning black in front of his eyes.
'You lost your purpose Ned' ... '...lost your purpose...' ... '...purpose...'
/
In the usual training spot were the two students and two masters.
Just the problem was that this time someone interrupted their training...again...While the last time did almost no harm,this time,they were surrounded by Lannister guards and a few of the Kingsguard.
All that stod in between them and Arya were the two masters,and the White Skulls,his personal Arya(who they have come for,fully armed to the teeth,demanding she comes with them under her father's orders) was to be escorted to the throne room to the new king,Joffrey.
Most likely he still remembered what happened on the Trident.
Will and Joffrey were supposed to have very good,brotherly relations,do to that,Urban was yet to see a he only saw them interact when Will punched his brother across the face back when they were brought in front of the late King,Robert.
But now he doubted even William could help had to make a run for it.
His guard are going to get overwhelmed and killed,while they will run off.
No matter how wrong that fell to his others for your he knew those armoured figures he called guards were nothing more than empty shells who were almost literally bred to fall on the sword if ordered to do so.
It was a terible thing to think about,but he always repeated the same words his father told him once ''Now let me ask you a question...What is a one lone life,no matter how strong,noble,just,loving,good or bad,what is that one life in comparison to much,much more?...Kings nowadays have forgotten their purpose,to serve three things,God,the realm,and it's me son,how many of this Kings,Dukes,Emperors had died for their people when the situation had asked them to do so?How many had fled their responsibilities?These...Men,are here to do what many others have refused to are here to do the same thing I raised you and your brother and sister to do after im four meters under are here to do their duty...Remember,people first,just your own family can not be compared to thousands more...This is what you have been born to do,this is what you will do...And by you asking me this question I am certain I did a good job.''he understood the meaning.
It meant family after honour comes after...Your own interests came after...He understood.
He looked up,he was surrounded by his let out a deep breath he was unknowingly holding in his out his sword,with a loud sound of steel scraping steel.
„Sorry dad,"he said to his chin,in a raised his sword high over his head,as the tensions ,were in a formation of a circle,surrounding the four inside it.
His eyes opened slowly,letting the low sun,flash across them under the right angle.
''No surrender,''he said with a half-empty the Skulls suddenly loved their shields,in a timly union,and with a lode cry,charged at the Lannister men,hacking them down like flys.
Blood and family words...Blood and steel...