My usual upload day of Friday is going to be extremely busy, so I thought I'd treat you all with a little bit of an early upload, especially given what has just happened!

The response to this story continues to surprise me all the time. When I first started it I uploaded Chapter 1 along with United in Fury I thought this would be the least popular of the two… it ended up being the most popular first chapter I think I've ever done. Then people actually seemed to like my villain, another thing I wasn't expecting. Then based on the last chapter I presumed I'd get something similar to my treaty in United in Fury where people just switched off because it didn't go the way they wanted, and even then I'm surprised! Thank you to you all that are reading this, you truly are incredible.

Last chapter is easily the most discussed over on Ao3 and the most reviewed chapter here since Chapter 1 which is incredible. Again, props to you all.

Time moves on though, and we must move on from a living Tyland Lannister. He will still play a big part of the story going forwards don't you worry, but for now the remaining characters need to process and deal with what just happened.

I own nothing but the OCs in the story, everyone else and everything else is the property of George R R Martin or HBO.

A sickening silence hung in the air as Loren processed the news. He noticed the raven message on the dresser and dropped his wife's hands, moving to pick up the letter. Cerenna's words were correct, Tyland Lannister was dead, stabbed in the heart as he slept. King Tommen had written this out himself with his own seal in the corner. A wide range of emotions filled Loren's head at that moment as he dropped the parchment and put his hands on the dresser, in order to hold himself up. He opened his mouth a couple of times, noticing how dry it had become as he tried to get a word out. "Jeyne." He said eventually, his voice hoarse. "Where is she?" Cerenna made no movement behind him, so Loren turned his neck to look at her in his peripheral. "Where is my daughter?" He asked urgently.

"Loren, did you hear me?" Cerenna asked, tears falling. "Your Father…"

"Is dead, yes I know." Loren half snapped. He didn't know what to think about that, he only knew he wanted to hold his daughter. "Where is she?" He repeated.

Cerenna sniffed. "Ella has him." She told him. "She returned for the birth."

Loren processed that, initially just grateful that if he couldn't be here for Cerenna giving birth than her twin sister had been. "Fetch her." Loren said, returning his head to face forwards.

"Jeyne is fine where she is." Cerenna said firmly as she took a step towards him, her hand gingerly touching one of his lion head pauldrons. "Talk to me." She whispered.

Loren couldn't hold it in then as he curled his hand into a fist and slammed it on the dresser causing some of Cerenna's belongings to jump in the air. "Fetch her." He told her again, his teeth clenched.

"No." Cerenna said firmly, not frightened of the outburst in the slightest, in fact it seemed to sober the new Lady of Casterly Rock up. "Not like this, not when you are still processing." She sighed and moved to Loren's side, raising a hand to flick some of his hair behind his ear. "Loren." She said more assertively to grab his attention.

It worked. Loren turned towards her with an angry scowl, although she softened at that knowing the anger wasn't aimed at her. "The last thing I said to him was that he was weak." He told her. "That he was nothing more than a scared 10-year-old that had lost his Mother. I was so cruel, Cerenna." His voice was threatening to break. "I hated him in that moment."

"You were angry." Cerenna insisted, stroking his cheek. "That doesn't mean you didn't love him."

Loren nodded, leaning into his wife's touch. "He didn't deserve that love." He muttered darkly.

"But he didn't deserve this fate." Cerenna insisted. "No matter what he did, he was your Father and the Lord of Casterly Rock. Our Lord."

Loren nodded, thinking on the words of the letter once more. "Tommen says murdered." He whispered to himself. "Someone did this, someone planned this."

"Somebody in the Capital has insulted our House and threatened us." Cerenna told him. "First Lord Tywin, now Lord Tyland. They'll think us weak, but you are the Lord of Casterly Rock now. It is up to you to lead us through this."

Loren nodded. "It's up to me." He repeated quietly. "I must go, I must find out exactly who did this and the last thing they will feel is Lionheart embedded in their heart." He snarled. He turned to Cerenna and pulled her into a hug. "Whoever this was, they will pay."

"They will." Cerenna said into his armoured chest. "But be careful Lor, In the last year two Wardens of the West have been murdered. Don't make it a third."

Loren shook his head. "I won't be alone my love." He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But I will do whatever it takes to get answers."

The bells of King's Landing rang for half a day to announce that Tyland Lannister, the Red Lion of Casterly Rock, was dead. Jaime Lannister had barely slept since he had been summoned by Captain Vylarr, the man to discover the body. Three days later and he was just tired of it all. Tired of feeling it, tired of thinking it, even tired of hearing about it. He knew he should be mourning, but he was just too busy trying to hold everything together.

The King had locked himself away and refused to leave his rooms for anybody. Thankfully Myrcella had stepped up after a full day of weeping and together with Jaime and Kevan, the Small Council was continuing, barely. Having to juggle politics, investigation and guard duty was draining the Lannister knight, and he was happy for a night off where he could just lie in his own bed and sleep.

Of course, even in his sleep he saw his brother. He dreamt of that day in the Throne Room, the Mad King's blood still dripping off of Jaime's sword and how Tyland had taken the credit… or the blame as the elder Lannister brother had always said. Jaime hadn't cared, it still felt like an unnecessary lie for which Tyland got all the praise once again. The dream turned however, and he was 11 years old with his horse packed and ready to ride to Crakehall. Cersei was away in King's Landing with their Father while Tyrion had been forced to stay inside Casterly Rock, so Tyland had come to send him off.

"Don't let Father down." The 14-year-old Tyland had said, even in his youth Jaime remembered his brother to have cold, green eyes. "This is a great honour for Lord Crakehall, he must see it as such."

"I won't." Jaime had said.

"It is on you now, to bring security to the realm." Tyland continued, and Jaime cocked his head as the young Tyland continued. "Loren is not ready, Tommen is not ready, and our enemies know it."

"I'm only going to Crakehall." Jaime muttered.

Tyland then suddenly grew, and his adult body leered down over the adolescent Jaime, dark red blood pouring out from a wound in his heart. "Do not disappoint us again, we are watching you." He sneered coldly.

Jaime woke up startled. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, rolling over in bed to see that the stars were still in the sky. Groaning, he sat upright before noticing a shadowy figure sat down at his table. He immediately reached for his bedside dagger, but the voice stopped him.

"You dream of him too?" Cersei asked.

Jaime settled down after initial surprise and relaxed into his pillows. "I did. He was sending me off to Crakehall." He told his sister who was standing in the doorway, her nightdress illuminating in the moonlight.

"He promised me that Robert would die in my dream tonight." Cersei retorted. "I don't think I ever thanked him for that."

Jaime smiled sadly. "He wouldn't have wanted thanks. He would say that Robert had disrespected us for the last time and all he did was ensure that would never happen again." Cersei chuckled, but it sounded forced. "What are you doing here, Cersei?"

Cersei stood up and walked over to the bed. "I couldn't sleep, I needed you." She told him, kneeling down by the bed on the side Jaime was laying.

"I don't want that." Jaime sighed, frowning.

"Not that." Cersei said quickly. "You are still my twin Jaime and our brother just died. I just don't want to be alone." Jaime knew her very well, and he couldn't sense a hint of untruth in her. Sighing, he opened the covers up and allowed his sister to enter. She did so quickly, laying on her side and letting her golden hair spray across the pillow. "I cried today." She admitted. "I didn't think I would."

"You had your moments, but you were still siblings." Jaime noted. "He still loved you."

Cersei scoffed. "We didn't love one another." She mumbled. "We were too far gone for that. Perhaps we did once…"

"We all did." Jaime nodded. "Do you remember, before Mother died, when he taught us to swim?"

"Vaguely." Cersei said quietly. "We were very young."

Jaime did vividly. "He took us out of our lessons and rushed us to the beach and started teaching us." He smiled fondly at the memory. "Mother was furious when we arrived for supper with wet hair, but he didn't care." He sighed. "Perhaps had she lived we would have all been closer."

Cersei sniffed, and Jaime in the darkness noticed that she was wiping her eyes. He shifted and wrapped his arms around his twin, pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead. "Why am I sad?" She whispered. "He wanted me gone."

"He wanted us to be strong." Jaime lied. "Don't think of that, think back to before, to us all as children." That's what he was doing more often than not now. He had hated the man that Tyland had become, but he had still been Jaime's big brother. "Think of what we will do to the man that is trying to destroy our family."

Cersei was breathing deeper though, and Jaime knew she had fallen asleep. Sighing, he kissed her forehead again and settled down in bed, going over everything again to see if he could work out who had done it as he knew he wouldn't sleep another wink that night.

As the Lannister twins woke up after their night mourning together, a more curious than upset Margaery Tyrell was visited by her Grandmother as usual. Allowing the elder woman to brush her hair for the day, the pair began talking on the recent events that had shocked the entire castle.

"Do you know anything?" Margaery asked.

Olenna scoffed. "Me? I know nothing child, nobody knows anything. A curious case, this is."

"Tommen won't even see me." Margaery complained. She couldn't tell if her Grandmother was telling the truth or not, but she pushed down the suspicions in her mind for the time being. "He's locked himself away in mourning without any exceptions."

"He'll come around, look at you, he will miss you before too long." Olenna said. "What is more pressing, is the fact that somebody in this city is a murderer, and if it was a hired murderer then somebody, no doubt in this castle, planned it."

Margaery turned to face her Grandmother. "It really wasn't you?" She asked.

Olenna tutted. "Of course not child." She explained. "Though I would like words with the person that did do it, days of planning wasted." She tutted. "Never mind, Lannister is dead and once the King appears from hiding you shall be there to wipe his tears and stoke his fires."

Margaery nodded. "I had to make sure, this has turned out well for us after all." She turned back to the mirror. "Now the only Lannisters in control are Ser Jaime and Kevan Lannister."

"Both easily manipulated if you push the right buttons. Both are followers, not leaders." Olenna explained. "And the Lord of Casterly Rock is an unpopular child."

"Don't underestimate Loren Lannister, Grandmother." Margaery said warningly. "He may be young, but the stories from the Riverlands don't paint him in the same picture as we saw of him last year."

Olenna chuckled. "Before we came to King's Landing I had known 3 Lord Lannisters, and now I am on my 5th. Lannisters are dropping like flies, my dear, and this child will be cautious no doubt, but angry. A recipe for disaster." Olenna put the brush down as she finished with Margaery's hair and allowed her granddaughter to stand up. "Beautiful." She commented.

Margaery blushed. "I just wish I could visit Sansa, she must be thrilled." She said, keeping on topic. "But her guard escorted her out of the city the morning after the murder."

Olenna frowned. "A shame, we could have used her. Where is she going?"

Margaery pulled open a drawer and reached in for a slightly crumpled note. "Mira pushed this through my door before they left." She explained, handing it to Olenna and letting the elderly woman read it.

"Casterly Rock." Olenna huffed. "Smart girl. Write to her in a week or so when she gets there, remind her that we in Highgarden are her friends."

Margaery nodded, putting a golden necklace with a charm of a Baratheon Stag around her neck. "I will, I do honestly like her Grandmother."

Olenna shook her head. "Whether you like her or not is irrelevant. She is the key to the North Margaery, and so far the Lannisters have her in their grasp once more." She thought for a moment. "I will send a raven to Lord Footly to keep an eye on the Gold Road." She commented. "Perhaps she can be encouraged to hide out in Highgarden after all."

After the murder, Tommen had taken a few days locked away in his rooms to process what had happened, but an urgent summon from Myrcella had knocked him out of his stupor. He, Ser Jaime and Ser Garth Hightower made their way down to the Small Council rooms quickly, and when he arrived leaving the Reachman outside the door he noticed that there wasn't as many people as usual inside. He quickly saw Varys sat down with a woman dressed in crimson who Tommen initially thought was his mother until he noticed Myrcella's youthful face. Kevan Lannister was the final person in the room sat on the other side of the table looking awkwardly at his hands. Everyone stood up as he entered the room and Tommen quickly waved them all to sit back down again. "What is happening? I was told this was urgent."

"It is urgent." Myrcella insisted frustratingly. "With you locking yourself away it's been up to us to find out who did this."

Tommen frowned at the rebuke. "I have been mourning… processing. I needed time."

"You are the King, you don't have the luxury of time, Tom." Myrcella told him kindly. "We've had the city on lockdown since the murder but there are still so many things we don't know."

"Then tell me." Tommen nodded, knowing that Tyland would be leering over him and insisting he do better. "Where are we at?"

Kevan sighed and began. "Lord Tyland was murdered in his sleep by a blade to the heart. The blade is missing and there are no clues inside the Tower of the Hand. I have Goldcloaks scouring the city for any fugitives but I'm not hopeful of finding anything."

Myrcella then cleared her throat and turned to Tommen. "Lady Sansa has taken her guard and fled, fearing for her life. The Queen told me that Sansa's handmaiden had left a note to say that they are going to Casterly Rock."

Tommen was happy at that. "Good, Arthur can grow up there safe and surrounded by his family." He sighed. "What about suspects? There must be some."

Varys nodded. "There is, Your Grace, and that is why we wanted to talk to you away from the larger Small Council."

That intrigued the young King. "Go on, Varys." Tommen said.

"One of my little birds overheard a conversation a week or so back, just after the Dornish had arrived in the Red Keep." Varys explained. "A conversation between two females with Dornish accents, speaking boldly about killing Lannisters."

"Trystane would never." Myrcella insisted. "I swear that on my life, but I also know his cousins, they are vengeful and hate anybody who had any relation to Elia Martell's murder. Obara is brash whilst Nymeria is more thoughtful. If I had to put 100 gold dragons on it, I would say that Obara is the murderer."

Tommen was scowling now, and he noticed Jaime was also looking as angry as the King had ever seen his protector. "Then we must find out directly from her mouth." Tommen insisted. "Uncle Jaime. Take as many men as you need and arrest the Sand Snakes. I want both of them in the Black Cells now, and I want to know what they are hiding." The authority felt odd, but he heard a slow clapping in the back of his mind from the deceased Hand of the King.

"At once, Your Grace." Jaime nodded, rising to his feet.

"I will join you." Myrcella insisted, standing up as well and straightening her crimson skirts. "They acted my friend while I was in Dorne, I would look them in the eye as they confess."

Tommen was pleased. "Come and find me in my chambers once they are safely locked away." He commanded. "You are dismissed."

Jaime and Myrcella were the first to leave, walking with almost unnatural pace out of the doors. Varys quickly followed, leaving only Ser Kevan in the room with Tommen. The elder man smiled and nodded at Tommen. "You did well there, Your Grace."

Tommen smiled at the praise, but he wrung his hands nervously. "I keep imagining Uncle Tyland over my shoulder, judging my every moves."

"He cared for you." Kevan insisted, rising to his feet and gathering some papers. "He may not have always been obvious in that, but all of his work here as your Hand was to benefit you as a ruler. My only regret is that he could not live longer to see you become a fine King."

Tommen appreciated that, and in his pockets he felt an object that now seemed to weigh a hundred times more than it actually did. "Thank you, Uncle Kevan." The King said. "I will need you in the coming days for the sentencing, should the women be captured alive."

"I am at your service, Your Grace." Kevan bowed before exiting the room, leaving Tommen there alone pondering on what the next few days would bring him.

As soon as Jaime left the Small Council chambers in the Tower of the Hand, he quickly gathered Ser Arys, Ser Preston and Sandor Clegane of the Kingsguard along with Captain Vylarr and the remaining few dozen Lannister guards still inside the Red Keep. Together Jaime and Myrcella led the small army of Lannisters down towards the training yard, where the majority of the Dornish forces in the capital had gathered. Jaime noticed the two women were sparring with Trystane in the centre and looked down at the young Princess. "Are you sure you want to be a part of this?" He asked.

Myrcella just nodded, staring at her betrothed in the near distance. "I am a Princess and a Lannister before all else." She said firmly. Jaime raised an eyebrow at her words but took that as the final answer.

"Hands on swords." He ordered, and he moved forwards, leading the noise of marching towards the training yard. The Dornish soon figured out what was coming towards them and the couple of dozen Rhoynish warriors all formed a line, with Prince Trystane and his two cousins in the middle of them. Jaime stopped a couple of feet away and his men all formed up around him.

"My love." Trystane called. "You surprise me, what is this?"

Myrcella said nothing, and so Jaime took the initiative. "Obara Sand, Nymeria Sand. By order of His Grace King Tommen Baratheon, the First of his Name, I am arresting you both on suspicion of murder. Come quietly, or there will be bloodshed."

Trystane stood in front of his cousins. "What are these baseless accusations?"

"Trystane, stand down." Myrcella said firmly. "We have enough evidence that Obara and Nymeria were planning to murder members of House Lannister, and now the head of the House is dead."

Trystane genuinely looked hurt for a moment, but his brown eyes narrowed and he held his sword out at Jaime. "If the King wants them, he should come for them himself. They did nothing."

"They can speak for themselves." Obara snarled. "I did not kill your monster, but I wish that I had."

"She lies." Myrcella whispered, and Jaime nodded and unsheathed Red Rain. He had taken the sword back after Tyland's body had been moved to be tended to by the Silent Sisters and he smirked as the red steel glistened in the waning sunlight. "Trystane, please don't make this even more difficult."

The Dornish Prince scowled. "Tell me you do not believe these lies, Princess."

Myrcella just nodded. "Arrest them." She ordered, looking at her betrothed with sad green eyes. "Arrest them all."

Trystane looked over at his future wife with a great deal of hurt in his eyes, but there was no time for silent looks and pleas as men on both sides of the imminent conflict withdrew swords and spears.

As soon as the weapons on all sides had been fully retrieved Captain Vylarr issued out a command. "LOOSE!" And arrows from the back ranks of the Lannister guard came flying from behind Jaime either side of him, embedding themselves into the bright armour of the Dornish guards. Most of them dropped, but some of the Dornishmen managed to get out of the way again. Almost as soon as the dead Dornish dropped a thwipping sound sounded, and Jaime pushed Myrcella out of the way and held up his free arm, wincing as the leather whip wrapped around his left arm painfully. He yanked his arm towards himself, gripping the whip further up its length and wrapping it more securely around his forearm before he pulled hard, dragging the quieter bastard sister towards him. As she stumbled within a couple of feet of Jaime the Kingsguard knight impaled her quickly with Red Rain. "Such a waste." He muttered, bringing the blade back out of her body and letting it drop to the floor with a thud, before shaking his arm free of the whip. There was no time for Jaime to rest however as very quickly after Nymeria Sand's body dropped to the floor he was forced to dodge a spear racing towards his head, and he was pushed into a duel with the fiercer of the bastard sisters, being forced to duck and parry the spear back. Thankfully his Kingsguard brothers joined him in this battle, and as the woman was aiming angrily for Jaime, Sandor Clegane swung his giant greatsword and shattered the spear, the bladed part falling to the floor. Clegane was about to swing again for the woman when Jaime shouted. "NO! We want this one alive!" Sandor grunted in annoyance, changing his grip on the blade swiftly and smashing his elbow into the woman's face knocking her out cold. Jaime looked around and saw there were just a handful of the Dornish left, all surrounding Trystane. "Take their weapons, arrest them all." He ordered, and his garrison didn't take long to gather weapons and lead the surviving Dornish towards the cells, Prince Trystane included.

A packed chapter of reactions and action here. Loren of course is in a mixed state of emotions given the turmoil over what he has been feeling for his Father, but above all else he knows that he needs to find and end whoever did this for his House.

Cersei's reaction may surprise you, but unless really severe circumstances happen in your lifetime I can't imagine never feeling saddened with a sibling passing. The question here though is if the tears are genuine, or if she is faking to hide her crimes?

The same goes with Olenna. Margaery knew that there were plans being put into place, but is Olenna telling the truth about being too slow or again, masking the scent of her responsibility?

The final two scenes can be spoken of at once though, as the conversation that Mira Forrester overheard in Chapter 36 was of course overheard by Varys, and an emotional Tommen and Myrcella, now effectively in charge, strike swiftly in a duel that kills off Nymeria Sand. Another Martell dead at the hands of a Lannister…

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I know I did! Let me know what you think.

Next Time: Trystane and Myrcella have a bit of a heart to heart, while Loren arrives in King's Landing…

Reviews:

Heart of Lies: That was the aim!

TheTrickster96: Thank you!

Tommyginger: It's interesting actually that some people saw it and some people didn't. I thought I'd been foreshadowing it clearly enough myself so I'm happy that some people saw that. The consequences of this for House Lannister will start to come now.

roggerlopez99: I'm afraid he is most definitely dead.

Silver crow: His life and death will set everything coming in motion, he's more than just Lord for a year. You have a very good point about Tyrion that I didn't even think of, I just viewed it as Shireen feeling like she won't find a better option than Tyrion and considering she likes him she was willing to make it unbreakable, while Tyrion just saw a naked girl and couldn't stop himself. Technically at the moment Kevan will push in and become Tommen's regent (I still forget how young he is sometimes) but he isn't the presence that Tywin or Tyland are, so there is definitely going to be a tug of war over Tommen. I think from this chapter you can see that the Martell's aren't going to be friendly any time soon too. You're wrong about Loren though, but I can't say much in that regards. As it stands his cousin, one that he actually likes, is the King. That's going to be the issue when Dany turns up for Loren as he will be forced to choose between family. Sansa will do what is best to keep her and her son alive and in the picture. Don't worry about the complaining it's been interesting to see everyone's thoughts on it! I expected some negativity because of how well liked he was to the readers (I still don't get that though). I do want to say here though that in a few weeks' time there will be a scene that you inspired from one of your reviews. As I write this response out now, I'm also in the middle of writing that scene.

Black Magic99: Tyland wasn't THE main character ever in my mind, just like the show (at least the start of it) it's an ensemble. It's really a story about House Lannister and perhaps Tyland was more prominent at the start because he was old enough to affect people, but that was always going to change because his death was always in the works. Even early on when I didn't have the whole plan, I knew that Tyland would die.

AZW330: I love the first part of your review! Unfortunately, anything else I write about your review spoils it in some way, so I'll leave it here…

blackdeath1943: He definitely isn't happy right now and he's going to King's Landing in order to seek his vengeance.

Mister LaGuardia: There will be at least one flashback. As for Myrcella, I think she feels more like she has to care that he died because not many others will. She always liked him, he always liked her etc. She will get a lot more screen time and more of an insight into her personality from now on.

GoT Stories: Tyland isn't going to be resurrected. As for the story, there are 60 chapters and as it stands I'm updating weekly. Obviously, this is all dependent on me continuing that streak but I'm expecting to be finished at the end of August, and then I'll decide whether to upload the Arryn story (of which I'm already up to chapter 3 in terms of actually writing it) or The Golden Dragon.

Guest (renewed energy): Thanks… I guess?

Supremus85: You may be able to sympathise more, but they aren't done getting at each other's throats just yet…

Guest (rushed): Am I allowed to disagree because for me it's been 'past tense' since 2018? I picked out his death song (Atonement from the Season 5 soundtrack) when I first started the story. I also feel like I've been laying it on pretty thickly in terms of his enemies all scheming behind his back etc.

sniperbro1998: Myrcella won't forgive, Tommen won't forgive, Loren definitely won't forgive… it's a messy situation. Myrcella knows of his worst, but in her eyes he was never JUST that, he cared too.

max-452fan: Early on I promised readers that this wouldn't just be a Lannister curb stomp so that was never on the cards. I've said it so many times, this is a story about how an unstoppable empire crumble from within. We are just about to get into the crumbling.

expert93: I'm glad I surprised some of you!

Rodrik Snow: Like with expert93 I'm glad it was a shock!

Trane671: Why do you hate Sansa? Just out of curiosity.

Jason Kreuger Myers: I'm glad you've enjoyed it! Myrcella is smarter than readers are realising… she's going to be a big part of the story now.

xator5: It's not really a Self-Insert but an Original Character, but of course I can't compel people to keep reading if they don't want to. I will say you're missing out however, as this span of chapters (37-45 if I'm being ruthless and trimming it down) are probably my most anticipated of the entire story.

Hail King Cerion: There will be a flashback to the death scene.

ThatTexasKid: As mentioned before, we will see that scene at some point!

iiv: I put a warning there because Shireen is 15 years old and for the vast majority readers depending on their nationality, that would be considered underaged sex. I agree that speaking purely on their characters it would be a good and interesting match. There will be more Tommen and Myrcella scenes for sure! And Loren will grow with this new responsibility thrust upon him.

Rolling Mist 13: Yeah as much as I try and keep things realistic I can only guess at how 15-year-old girls would react in these situations, so I guess some awkwardness and cringe is expected! The death will be shown, eventually! The Starks are coming, but Sansa has got out of King's Landing, Bran by now will be with the Three Eyed Raven, and Rickon is hiding with Osha somewhere in the North… I also completely agree with you about Tyland's character and that's for the most part what I was going for over the story so thank you for saying that!

Guest (Happy): It certainly allowed the killer a chance to get away with it with so many enemies in one place.