I should put a warning in here that the first scene involves a prelude to what the majority of nations in the world considers underage sex. I'll never actually write lewd scenes, especially when one party is under our age of consent in the UK, but if this still makes you uncomfortable then please skip to the second scene.

I also realised that the second time Myrcella left the capital in this story I must have forgot to give her a Kingsguard guard… That's completely my bad but I'll explain it away by saying Myrcella felt more comfortable in Dorne so could downgrade to regular, 'NPC' Lannister guards. A poor excuse I know but the best I can think of without needing to change the story too much.

With all that being said, I hope you all enjoy one of my most anticipated chapters to write. I own nothing but any OCs involved, all the recognisable characters and places belong to George R R Martin or HBO.

Tyrion and Shireen had been given a set of chambers together in one of the top floors of the Great Pyramid and Tyrion was preparing the couch to sleep on for the night. He got himself comfy and placed his hands behind his head, closing his eyes in the process. He thought back on the earlier meeting with the Dragon Queen as he tried to fall into a slumber. Even from a distance he could see how men would die for her in their thousands, her perfect silver hair and…

Tyrion's eyes snapped open quickly as he pulled himself out of the trail of thought. He had only just met the Targaryen and he was already lusting after her? Sick of himself he sat upright and reached to the table for a glass of wine.

"More?" A small voice sounded from a dark corner of the room. Tyrion looked over to see Shireen Baratheon in her nightdress holding a goblet in her hands. "You drink too much."

Tyrion shrugged. "I drink to numb everything. I am the drunken, lecherous demon monkey of Casterly Rock after all." He took a big gulp of wine, noticing the strange taste of an unfamiliar mix. "You should be asleep My Lady."

"I needed some lemonwater." Shireen said softly. "I keep thinking that guards are going to come in during the night."

Tyrion shook his head. "You have enough guards with you for us to at least hear a battle before we both get executed by the Dragon Queen." He explained to her. "Ser Godry will let no harm come to you."

Shireen nodded, moving towards Tyrion to sit on the couch. "Ser Godry worries me as well though, he is still unnaturally pious towards the Red God."

Tyrion shrugged. "He is a pious man, and also devoted to the memory of your Mother. That makes him loyal to for at least as long as you seek to destroy those who killed her."

Shireen nodded, the sense of worry leaving her slightly. "What will happen tomorrow?" She asked.

"I will seek an audience with Daenerys Targaryen and will try and convince her that allying herself with us is the best move to see my family pay." Tyrion explained. "She might want to talk to you alone though, to make sure that I'm not forcing you into this for my own devious ambitions."

Shireen snorted in amusement. "You're not devious, Tyrion. At least not with me. Davos would have killed you by now if you were."

That much was true. "You are right, I wish only for you to live happily and free of danger My Lady." He said softly. Shireen smiled, and Tyrion thought she looked rather pretty with a smile on her face. Flinching in disgust at lusting after a 15-year-old he turned and finished off his wine. "You are a danger to the Targaryen though, your claim alone makes you a threat."

"Fuck my claim." Shireen said more assertively than Tyrion had ever heard her. "It got my parents killed, it got Uncle Robert and Uncle Renly killed. I just want to live in peace."

Tyrion smiled. "I know that my dear, but Daenerys Targaryen doesn't. If she does call upon you, renounce it to her face."

Shireen nodded. "I will."

Chuckling, Tyrion poured out another drink. "That will piss off my Father in his grave. He used you for your claim after all, now here I am, suggesting you get rid of it all together."

"I'm glad he put us together." Shireen said honestly. "Nobody else would have rescued me." She sighed. "I don't like how often you put yourself down."

Tyrion shrugged. "I've been alive for many years and most of them have been awful, deprecating, truthful humour is how I cope." He took another swig. "Along with the wine of course."

Shireen placed her hand on his cheek and forced Tyrion to look at her. Her deep blue eyes staring into his mismatched ones. "You're a hero. Ignore what happened before and look at what you have done. You helped protect the people of King's Landing from my Father and deserved much more credit than you received from your family. You protected me and rescued me from King's Landing and have looked after me since without ever forcing yourself upon me…"

"You're a child and I am a dwarf. I didn't want you tied to me if a better alliance offer came along for you." Tyrion shrugged.

Shireen nodded. "And I thank you for that, but now I can see no person I would rather be tied to."

Tyrion raised an eyebrow. "What are you saying?"

Shireen sighed and closed her eyes as she got to her feet. "I want us to go into these negotiations married in full." She told him without opening her eyes, and she shrugged her nightdress off letting it pool to the floor.

Tyrion gulped as he didn't know whether to turn away or not. He looked over her young body and felt ashamed of the arousal growing in his own trousers. "Shireen, you are still young…"

"I am old enough." She said firmly, her eyes still shut. "Please… I want to thank you for helping me…"

Tyrion wanted to say he didn't do all that for this, that he genuinely cared about her safety regardless of if they stayed married or not but as his eyes wandered down to her small, growing breasts and the patch of black hair between her legs, his resolve left him quickly and he grabbed her hand in his. "My Lady, are you sure?" He asked her. "If we do this, there is no going back." Shireen simply nodded, stepping out of her dress and leading him over to her bed.

The Red Keep had been an unhappy place for those south of the Dornish Marches and so King Tommen had been sure to give Prince Trystane rooms facing the gardens. The Dornishman however saw through the façade of friendship as he looked outside with a glare, noticing the few groups of people taking leisurely strolls.

"How many of these people saw Oberyn die?" He asked aloud. "How many sat there knowing that the Lannisters were making a mockery of us and did nothing?"

He turned around and saw his two cousins, Obara and Nymeria, standing in the middle of the room. Nymeria sighed sadly, but Obara had an even fiercer glare on her face. "Enough of them." She spat. "And enough of them will pay."

"Obara." Nymeria Sand soothed. "That is not why we are here?"

Obara scoffed. "Is it not? Sister, you know as well as I do that Doran knows we are here. Why would he not stop us if he did not approve of taking action?"

"Because he knows you well enough, cousin." Trystane said firmly. "If you were told no, you would do so anyway with added vengeance in your heart." He sighed, returning his stare to the gardens. "We are here because Myrcella has been summoned. We do not have to like it."

Obara was shaking her head. "That is why you are here, cousin. I am here so I can shove my spear into Lannister hearts."

"Obara." Nymeria repeated, more warningly. "We are not here to start a war."

"Then why did we come?" Obara gestured between the sisters. "Trystane is on the council, why are you here, Nym?"

Nymeria sighed, sitting down on the bed. "To understand this place." She answered softly. "I did not speak when we arrived to gain an understanding."

"And what did you understand?" Trystane asked.

"That Tommen is ruled by his Hand." Nymeria told them. "That the Hand has made a number of enemies within this castle, none more so that the Queen Mother."

"That same Hand that killed our aunt, that killed our Father." Obara snarled.

Trystane could see where the conversation was turning and gathered his sword belt. "Whatever you are up to cousin." He spoke to Obara. "Whatever you plan, do not involve me. I am simply here diplomatically for my future wife and my Father." He stared at her pointedly, and Obara nodded knowingly. "Good, then I must go to the Small Council chambers. I trust I shall see you both later?"

Nymeria nodded, getting up again and planting a kiss on Trystane's cheek. "You shall." She said calmly, and Trystane nodded, leaving the room quickly and when he got outside he was quickly flanked by a pair of big Dornish spearmen.

"Ser's." He nodded to the pair of them before walking briskly away from his own chambers, leaving the girls to their own discussions.

The table in the apex of the Great Pyramid was a lot more intimate than the Throne Room. Naturally, Tyrion thought, as he stared over at the extremely attractive Targaryen woman that was quite clearly judging him. He suddenly felt very self-conscious and wondered if it was time to shave his growing beard. Beside him sat Shireen, dressed finely in a sharp black dress, who had been required to join him.

He still couldn't believe he had allowed himself to bed her. He felt sick with himself, but more so because he enjoyed it. He hadn't been with a woman since Shae, and despite the fact Shireen was little more than a child, at least he knew that she wasn't there because of money.

'No, only because your Father was a sadistic, power hungry cunt.' Tyrion thought bitterly.

"You seem angry at that." Daenerys noted judgementally, though Tyrion could detect a hint of relief in her purple eyes.

Tyrion snapped back into the room. "My apologies, my mind was elsewhere. We were discussing?"

"The reopening of the fighting pits." Daenerys explained. "How are you to advise me if you are distracted during our meetings?"

Tyrion smirked. "It won't happen again." He insisted. "But the opening of the fighting pits is a smart move."

"Smart to let men kill men for sport?" Daenerys asked.

Shrugging, Tyrion poured a cup of wine. "Lords and Kings ask men to die for their own gain all the time. At least this way you're distracting everybody from the true problems."

Daenerys bristled. "The Harpies."

"The Harpies." Tyrion repeated, nodding. "A group like that will need to be funded. The only people with the capability and the willingness to organise a group like that will be the nobles that hate you."

"That opinion won't change after I crucified their masters, no matter what I do." Daenerys told him. "Nor would I want it to."

Tyrion smiled wryly. "No, but you are appeasing them well thus far. Giving them their sport and agreeing to marry one of their numbers is a good start…"

"I don't want to appease them." Daenerys said firmly.

"No." Tyrion input. "You want to rule the Seven Kingdom's. That can happen now if you leave Meereen with us."

Dany sighed as she stood up. "I will not leave Meereen while the threat of a return to slavery looms over my head." She explained. "Without ships or the knowledge I can truly trust either of you…" She looked between Tyrion and the quiet Shireen. "It would be foolish."

"You can trust us." Shireen said defensively. "We came here with a single ship, both of us together knowing that you would likely want us dead all because we believe an alliance can be made to make us both happy. We all want the same people dead."

"But do we want the same end result?" Daenerys asked. "What happens after we kill the Lannisters and take the Iron Throne? Do I sit there, or am I stabbed in the back by House Baratheon again?"

Tyrion bristled, but to his surprise his wife stood up sharply, glaring at the Targaryen. "You have distrust in my House, just as I should have the same in yours given what your Father and Brother did. But I am putting that aside in order to ask for your aid. I don't care about the Iron Throne, that horrid chair got my entire family killed. I care about bringing justice to those that killed my family and then sought to use me as their puppet." She was glowing red with anger at this point and Tyrion was taken aback by the fierceness of Shireen Baratheon. "If it's the Iron Throne you want, Daenerys Targaryen, then it is yours." And to Tyrion's added shock, Shireen got down on one knee before the silver haired girl. "I don't want the Iron Throne, all I want is peace and my home. Help me get that, and I will publicly renounce my claim and declare you my Queen for the rest of my days."

The silence that followed was deafening, as both Tyrion and Daenerys stared at the black-haired young woman in a mix of awe and shock. The first to move was the Targaryen, who just smirked and said. "Well said, My Lady." Sitting back down, Daenerys then added. "My apologies for the hostility, you both have been nothing but honest it seems since you arrived, and I was brought up on tales of Lannister and Baratheon treachery."

"I was brought up on tales of Snarks and Grumpkins." Tyrion shrugged. "They're as real as a plot by us against you."

Daenerys' lip twitched amusedly. "Very well. Consider us allies, Lady Shireen." She held her hand out for the Baratheon girl to shake. "Although as I said, I cannot leave while the fragile freedom I have put in place remains."

Tyrion grinned at his wife as Shireen sat back down, the girl obviously flustered. "I may have some ideas about that…" Tyrion trailed off before he began the newfound Targaryen Baratheon alliance by listing off his initial thoughts on how to deal with a well-funded militia.

Tommen Baratheon was sat on the Iron Throne almost falling asleep. Just after dinner a messenger had told him that a delegation from the Riverlands had arrived for the Frey's of the Twins to officially bend the knee. Wanting to get it over with Tommen had done his duty with Tyland stood over his shoulder instructing him on the proper decorum, and as the young King accepted the fealty from House Frey and ordered for the five young hostages to be given rooms and a steward to oversee their education before dismissing everyone but Ser Arys who was stood at his side. As the large doors shut tightly Tommen sighed and leant back, closing his eyes…

He didn't know how long he had been there for, but after what must have been a long time given the smaller fires in the braziers and the dim orange sky outside, a female voice sounded from the gallery. "It always looks so strange, seeing you sat there."

Tommen smiled at his sister's words. "It feels strange sitting here." He responded. "So much has changed."

Myrcella nodded, walking down the steps to join him. "I can't believe you slept the night here, Tom. Why didn't you go to your bed? Poor Ser Arys must be exhausted." She grinned at the Kingsguard knight to Tommen's side that she had known so well a few years back.

"I'm fine, Princess, don't you worry about me." Ser Arys smirked from behind his helmet.

Tommen yawned, stretched and stood up. "Thank you for waking me, Cella." He smiled at her.

"Well, when you didn't appear for breakfast I thought somebody better had." Myrcella shrugged. "The Queen was busy visiting her Grandmother."

Tommen nodded. "Wedding preparations have taken up a lot of her time, I am sure she will be busy most of the day now." He commented. "If I'm honest I look forward to it all being over. I'll gain far less headaches then."

Frowning, Myrcella wiped a strand of hair over Tommen's ears. "You look tired Tom, perhaps you should take a break yourself once this is done with. A fortnight in Casterly Rock might do you good. Do you remember how much we loved the golden beaches as children?"

"I do." Tommen grinned. "You used to follow Loren into the waters hoping he'd notice you."

Myrcella's eyes widened in surprise. "I did not!" She blushed. Tommen laughed, and at the sound Myrcella relented a little. "Perhaps I did, but he is very good-looking Tommen, and don't tell me you didn't stare at the twins whenever you got a chance?"

Tommen wrinkled his nose. "Never!" He cried. "I could never tell them apart though…" He thought on his childhood visits to the Rock and smiled fondly. "I miss those days. When Father was King and all I was expected to do was own some keep somewhere."

Myrcella sighed, looking at Tommen sadly. "Life hasn't been kind to us it is true, but the world is a better place with you sitting the Iron Throne, not Joffrey."

Tommen scoffed. "I think I'd prefer Joffrey. That way our Uncle could scare him instead of me."

"Scare you?" Myrcella asked. "Uncle Tyland isn't scary…"

"He can be, Cella." Tommen said quickly. "His way of thinking and feeling out plots from everywhere. One week it's Mother looking for power, then he dislikes Margaery, now it's the Dornish coming to kill us all. Why can't he just say nice things sometimes."

"Because he knows you." Myrcella smirked. "He's doing that to help you learn to think for yourself. You are the King and being the King means people fighting over you for power."

Tommen shuddered. "I suppose, but he never smiles either! Have you noticed that?"

Myrcella actually laughed aloud then. "He's harsh Tom, but he does care about his family. He's always been kind to both of us even as children when Joffrey was at his worst." She sighed. "Do you remember when we were children and we snuck to the library?"

Tommen did. "To read about our ancestor, the Laughing Storm."

Myrcella took a moment to look at Tommen before she nodded. "Yes." She said quietly, before her excitement perked up again. "We read about Ashford and he caught us."

"I asked him if he killed a King." Tommen's face went white. "I was such a foolish child…"

"No, you were inquisitive." Myrcella corrected. "But we'd all heard stories from Mother on how mean he was, but he didn't treat us like children that day. He answered our questions honestly and walked us back to our rooms." She smiled at the memory. "I often think on that moment. He's not a monster, no matter how many people say that he is, and you shouldn't ever be scared of him. He loves us both."

Tommen nodded. "I suppose you're right. We're just very different people." He noted. "Thank you, Myrcella."

The Princess smiled and hugged her brother. "I'm always going to be here to knock some sense into you, Tom." She whispered. They were both startled however as the doors were pushed open and Jaime Lannister came striding in with Ser Garth and Sandor Clegane of the Kingsguard.

"Clegane, escort the Princess to her chambers and keep her there." Jaime ordered briskly. "Your Grace, you need to come with me."

"What has happened?" Myrcella asked firmly. "Why am I being locked up?"

"Please, Princess." Jaime pleaded, and Tommen noted that his eyes were red and watery. "Just do as we ask."

Tommen looked confused. "Uncle, please. Tell us what is going on." He commanded.

Jaime sighed and turned to the King. "Your Grace, something has happened…"

The first thing that Loren Lannister noticed as he rode down the chalky white path towards Casterly Rock was that the crimson and gold flags on top of the gates were being flown at half-mast. Immediately knowing that something was up he spurred his stallion into a gallop. Entering the courtyard he noticed that the area was at the very least half as busy as it should have been. Turning to Lambert, Loren muttered. "Something is up." Before he dismounted.

"Agreed." Lambert muttered, his voice deep. The Turnberry knight had yet to go back to Redramble himself and was eager to do so, but Loren could see it in his face that Lambert was now resigning himself to some extra time in the Lannister castle. "We haven't even got a welcome party. You'd expect after being away for so long somebody would greet us."

Loren nodded, thinking that strange. He handed the reigns over to the newly appeared stableboy who bowed sadly. "My Lord." The boy croaked.

"One day." Loren noted, a frown on his face. "Where is everyone?"

The stableboy's eyes widened. "Lady Cerenna is inside My Lord. You best go straight to her."

Lambert stepped forwards angrily, towering over the young man. "This is your Lord you are speaking to, do not presume to tell him what to…"

"Lambert. Enough." Loren said firmly, cutting his red-headed friend off before he got too aggressive with the stableboy. "The lad is just doing as he was asked." He turned to the stableboy. "Be sure to feed them well and give them a brush and a wash before you retire for the night." He then reached into his satchel and pulled out a silver coin, flicking it to the boy.

"Thank you!" The Stableboy grinned, before remembering himself and setting his face solemnly once more. "My Lord." He bowed again, before leading the two horses away.

Lambert cleared his throat quickly before commenting. "That was odd."

Nodding, Loren turned to the entrance to the main keep. "Go to the kitchens, tell them we are back and to send up some food to my chambers in an hour." He commanded. "I best go and see my wife."

Lambert nodded, and quickly the pair of friends split up. Loren took the long and arduous journey up towards the top levels of the Rock where his and Cerenna chambers were located, nodding amicably at the servants and guards who all looked over at Loren nervously. Frowning at the reaction, Loren continued on until he spotted a pair of guards outside his door. They both snapped to attention as they saw him and together exclaimed. "My Lord."

"Is she inside?" Loren asked, eager to get out of his armour and to find out what was going on.

"She is, My Lord." The one on the left nodded. "I will announce you."

Loren agreed, and waited as the guard knocked on the door and called out his presence. Very quickly the same guard opened up the door, and Loren thanked him as he went past. The room was as he remembered it, and Cerenna was there, her back to him as she stared out the window. "You are a sight I have longed for." Loren grinned. He walked over to her, but he saw her shoulders shaking beneath her long golden locks. "Cerenna?" He questioned.

She turned around, and for the first time Loren properly noticed that she was dressed all in black. "My love." She whispered, her voice hoarse and her eyes red and wet from crying. "I'm so sorry."

She wasn't pregnant anymore. She was wearing black, and her stomach was flatter than Loren remembered. Loren's heart quickly sank. "The baby." He whispered, his hand flying to his mouth in horror.

"Jeyne is fine and well." Cerenna told him. "I named her after your mother. It's not her."

Loren was confused then. Immediately a weight had been lifted as he realised he now had a healthy daughter, but the mourning clothes and the tears made no sense to him. "Tell me." He said to her firmly. Cerenna sniffed loudly. "Cerenna, tell me." He repeated impatiently.

She sighed and walked over to him, placing her hands in his and gripping them tightly, as if he was her anchor. "I am so sorry Loren." She whispered, her eyes looking directly into his. "But we received a raven from King's Landing a couple of days ago. I'm afraid it's your Father. He's been killed."

Well… I've probably just lost half the readers there but what can I say… this was my plan all along. Even when I didn't have a fully formed plot back from the start I knew that Tyland would be murdered with multiple suspects. I personally think I've given it enough to make a bit of a mystery about it but knowing you all you'll work out who the killer is earlier than I want you too! Feel free to leave your guesses in the reviews, I won't respond to them until I reveal the killer, but it will be fun to see your thoughts.

I'll leave it there for this chapter, we don't need a dissection of it today after all. I will simply say that I hope some of you enjoyed it and will be back next week for the next chapter, where Everyone reacts to the news of the latest King's Landing murder…

Reviews:

tommyginger: He may have no designs, but he is still weak when a naked, likely traumatised girl presents herself to him. I have no cannibalism plans yet, but if the Long Night comes and the South are unprepared then who knows! Yeah Sansa will know well enough what's up if she agrees to marry Loras only for her son to mysteriously die. I agree with you on the Dornish. The show did them dirty by not having Arianne or Quentyn but this is a show fic so I'm stuck with just effectively making Trystane relatively OOC so that he fits into the story better.

Silver crow: I've had a wry smile at a few of your reviews because I knew this chapter was coming… I'm sorry!

Supremus85: I'm trying to handle Trystane better than the show and write him as a more competent heir and leader.

iiv: She's a Northerner, if she wanted to she could just ignore the Faith of the Seven.

expert93: Oh thank you! This story has been a bit of a dead horse in the past it's true as I've focused on my Stark stories and my Baratheon one at the same time, but now that all of those ones are finished I'm determined to see this one to the end too.

EstarossaTheBasilisk: I don't see you as that at all! This is my brainchild and not everyone will agree with that, which is awesome because that will potentially mean more fanfics spawn out of this if people think that their story ideas are better. Honestly though I'm glad you've reviewed so I can respond on this chapter particularly because it answers a lot of your questions. The main reason Tyland has been both so evil and so passive is because this chapter is so important for my plot. I've never been shy in saying this is the story of how an unstoppable empire crumbles from within and this is one of the main catalysts for that. I've probably lost a lot of the ability to care for Tyland because a) this chapter needed to happen for where I want the story to go and b) this story has been pushed so far down the priority list over the years that at this point getting to the end of my plan will be a relief.

Tohka123: Thank you!

Rolling Mist 13: I'm glad you said that about Tyrion because there have been a few people that haven't been overly happy with how I'm portraying him so thank you for showing it isn't just me that gets it! I'm also glad you enjoyed Trystane, as there's a lot more of him to come in the story. As for killing Tyland… here you go! The question of course in proper EastEnders fashion is whodunnit?

suppes1: Once this story is finished I'll make a decision whether I move onto my Arryn sequel or The Golden Dragon. As it stands there are no plans to upload anything other than this story. Don't worry though, I'm really excited with my plan for that and it's looking like it will be my longest story to date in terms of chapters with 75 of them as it stands now.