6th Month of 299 A.C. King's Landing

Tyrion Lannister

Tyrion was not sure why he felt so nervous, well actually that was a lie, he knew damn well why he felt so nervous, a war was about to be fought for King's Landing, and he was in command, alongside the King and Jon Snow. He had never fought in battle before, had not been old enough to fight in the Greyjoy rebellion or had not been allowed to fight in it, he could not remember exactly, but now here he was, stood on the walls of the city looking out across the water and praying he had gotten it all right. They had used some of the information Lords Cafferen and Grandison had given them, but he was not sure how reliable their information was, they had been fighting for two other people before coming to Joffrey after all. He worried about whether they'd be able to hold the city itself, even without the men under Cafferen and Grandison there were some fifteen thousand men under Stannis's control if one did not count the Florents who numbered another three thousand that was more men than they had in King's Landing.

He sighs and looks at the King then who stands at his side, looking out across the water as well. "Tell me again uncle, what do we have to fight this war?"

The King looks slightly haggard, and tired, Tyrion does not blame him, and this is not an easy business. Thinking quickly he says. "We have got the six thousand gold cloaks trained by Lord Jon and some five thousand men raised from close by the capital Your Grace. Lord Staunton has raised some six hundred men and is waiting for Stannis's men in the Kingswood. And Lords Cafferen and Grandison are within the city with their men."

The King nods and then asks. "Do you think Cafferen and Grandison can be trusted?"

Tyrion thinks for a moment and then says. "I am not sure Your Grace. They fought for Renly and sided with Stannis before coming here. They did get rid of Ser Alkeyne Florent and whilst that did remove the Florent men as well, there is something about them that I am not so sure about."

The King seems to be contemplating this for his face scrunches up then. "They were Targaryen men during the rebellion as well were they not?"

Tyrion nods. "They were Your Grace."

"Very well, I want them in the front line. They shall be handling the Iron Gate as well as the streets of Silver. I want them there ready to mount the offensive, should they come under fire, then they shall suffer the most casualties." the King says.

Tyrion thinks on this for a moment and then nods. "A wise plan Your Grace, though knowing Cafferen it might be one he might complain of."

The King snorts then. "I doubt it, the man wants to impress me and convince me that he has forgone his loyalty to my pillow biting uncle. He will want to take over any command I give him and if he suffers a loss of men, he will still thank me for giving him the command. Grandison shall be more difficult, there is a surety to him that there is not in Cafferen."

Tyrion can see the wisdom in what the King is saying. "Grandison has always known that he was born for command, Cafferen was not. Grandison will always feel more comfortable in the lead, and even under Renly he chafed slightly."

The King looks at him then, and Tyrion notes something odd about his eyes but it passes a moment later. "So you have spoken to Bryce then have you?"

"Yes Your Grace, he has been very useful in informing some of my plans." Tyrion replies.

"Good, he has his uses, and he will continue to serve a purpose when the fighting has ended. Now tell me again of the ships and what is on them." the King asks.

Tyrion takes a breath, the thought of the wildfire on the ships still makes him nervous, they do not have an experienced naval commander, but they do have men willing to push the ships out until they reach the part where Stannis's fleet shall be coming. "There are forty-five ships moving out into open waters as we speak Your Grace, they are laid with gallons of wildfire that shall be set alight on the chain when it is lit. The flames and the chain shall prevent the heavier of Stannis's ships from settling in the open, and as such shall make them try and turn back."

"You are certain of that?" the King asks.

"I am Your Grace. The fire shall burn green and red, and none will want to have to deal with that." Tyrion replies.

"And what if the man brings the red witch on his ships? She has done something to keep her hold over him. What happens if she is there?" the King asks.

"Then we shall see if she is truly as powerful as the rumours claim. I doubt that she is Your Grace." Tyrion replies.

"And what makes you say that?" the King enquires.

"Because magic does not exist in this world Your Grace. It has not existed since the last dragon died. And as such Stannis Baratheon is the not the sort of man to rely on something such as that to win what he believes his by right." Tyrion says.

The King nods and then says. "I want archers manning the walls, I do not want anyone coming to close to the walls of the Keep. And furthermore, I want the people kept within their houses when the horns sound."

"Yes Your Grace." Tyrion replies.

"And another thing uncle. I do not want anyone looking for lion banners during the fighting. We shall fly stag banners and we shall make sure that any bearing my uncle's banner are destroyed, do you understand?" the King says.

"Yes Your Grace." Tyrion replies, and he goes to say something, but before he can he hears the sound of a horn, and then another horn, and soon enough a third horn. It has begun.