Tyrion II:
"Well fuck."
That was my reaction once I heard of what had happened with Stannis and Renly Baratheon. Renly was dead, and now Stannis was marching towards King's Landing, 20,000 strong. 30,000 Lannister men were on the march to our aid, led by my uncle Tygett, but right now we could only count on the 6,000 men, that number being made up primarily Gold Cloaks, with about 500 Knights and Men at Arms, since suddenly without warning most of the lords of the Crownlands withdrew their support. We would probably have to at least hold the city for a while until the reinforcements arrived, a fact which completely terrified me.
Stannis Baratheon was one of the best military commanders in Westeros, matched only by few men. Some men in that company included my father, Randyll Tarly, Eddard Stark and Greatjon Umber. My father was currently riding hard towards King's Landing, trying to make it in time to relieve the incoming siege before the city fell. That meant that we had to plan the defense of the city ourselves. I was cursing my sister's stupidity when she convinced Joffrey to dismiss Ser Barristan from the Kingsguard. Although not on the level of these men, he would've surely made a huge difference here in the defense of the city.
Were were left short a commander of equal skill to Stannis, meaning we had to make due with what we had. I had been named as Hand of the King in my father's absence, and so I was busy coordinating the defense of the city with Bronn, reading through city plans to figure out how we were to defend King's Landing. Suddenly, Joffrey entered my chambers, a serious expression on his face.
"Your Grace." I said, standing up. I heard Bronn say the same after me. He nodded at us and looked at Bronn.
"Sellsword, leave us." he said. Bronn nodded and left the room.
"Uncle, I don't like you and you don't like me, but we will have to work together here if we mean to keep King's Landing in our possession." "Wow. What a way to put" I thought.
"The Heathen Stannis Baratheon is days away from attacking my city. What have you drawn up so far?" he continued.
I looked at him wide-eyed, surprised that he actually would be taking my counsel seriously. "Well, I predict they will focus most of their forces on attacking Mud Gate. It is the weakest of the gates, and it is the easiest to land near to. Instead of meeting them at sea with the piss poor navy we have, we should load up those ships with wildfire and have them ignite once Stannis' ships have been lured into the river from Blackwater Bay. There, we will trap them there by raising a great steel chain I have commissioned for the coming siege. That, I figure, would at least take out a portion of his ships. Afterwards we will focus on 2 gates, the Mud Gate and the King's Gate. We will post 4,000 men on the Mud Gate and 2,000 on the King's Gate. You will have to lead the defense on the Mud Gate. I fear it will be the only way our troops will be motivated enough to hold."
He looked at me, face scrunched up in thought. "Where will you get the wildfire necessary for such a thing?" he asked me.
"Your mother decided to have pots of the thing made in preparation for this, although with no plan on how to use it." I answered him. He looked angry at that, probably not happy Cersei had undermined him. I saw him take 2 deep breaths, and then he was calm. "Tell me, do you truly believe that you cannot spare more men to the King's Gate? Only 2,000 men will not be enough to hold it." he asked me.
"If we spare any more men I fear we will not be able to hold the Mud Gate. It is the easiest gate in the city to attack, and it is where I am sure your Uncle will focus on."
"Very well then. I approve of your plan Uncle. I will lead the defense of the City Walls."
With his piece said, he turned around and walked towards the door, intent on leaving. Just before he could leave the door he stopped, and turned around. "Uncle, I respect your intelligence, Seven know its the only part of you I do, so do not fail me. I will do my part, you do yours." and with that he left.
One week had passed since our talk, and we had received word that Stannis and his fleet would be here in a few more hours. All of the preparations had been set. Our solders had been drilled appropriately and the ships had been loaded with Wildfire, but our morale was low. I hoped Joffrey had thought of something to say, because we couldn't hope to win with our soldiers feeling so defeated. I had been assisted by my squire, Podrick Payne (great kid), in preparation of the coming battle, and so I was already dressed in my comically small armor. A servant had come to fetch me and ask me stand at the city walls, ordered by Joffrey. Stannis' ships could already be seen. I got up and started walking towards there, and as I got closer I saw the men gathered.
Joffrey was standing on the wall, sword and armor on him. Standing tall with his sword at his side, dressed in golden armor, he looked like a young Jaime reborn. The fact that Jaime was standing right next to him only enhanced would've been touching had the reason behind his looks not surfaced. I got closer to them and Jaime walked out to me.
"Tyrion, what in the hells are you doing? Get back inside the Keep." he told me, a serious expression on his face, worry in his voice.
"I planned the city defense, it is only right I witness it and help command men." I could see he was worried, rightly so. "I will be careful, but I need to be out here." I saw him nod, but it was clear he was extremely worried about me. I had Bronn and Pod to protect me, plus as Hand I had a certain number of guards assigned to me.
The ships could be seen from afar already. As they drew closer we told them to hold their fire. The wait was intense. Tension could be felt across the walls, everyone anxious or scared for the coming battle. The ships kept getting closer until they rammed into one of our galleys. Suddenly, a tiny light was seen going across the sky, intent on landing on our ships. The arrow landed and the explosion was deafening. I saw the results and it almost made me sick. I could make out the wreckage of about 130 ships, almost half of Stannis' fleet. I could make out the smell of burning wood and flesh from here. Our men were in awe at what they had just seen.
Taking advantage of this, Joffrey looked around, and once he made sure the men were hearing him, he started to give a riveting speech.
"MEN! Today is the day you make the Seven proud! The Heathen Stannis Baratheon is sailing here to take this city. With him comes a Foreign God! A God who burns children and the elderly at the Stake! A religion who worships fire, the very thing the Mad King was feared for! The False King Stannis Baratheon brings his Heathen God on the shores of this great city! He means to make us worship his false God by the sword! His men come to burn our septs and idols and rape our women and children! WILL YOU LET THEM?!"
"NO!" the men roared.
"WILL YOU LET THEM!" he screamed.
"NO!"
I was shocked. I looked around, and sure enough our men were motivated. Still, Joffrey wasn't finished.
"THEN WE WILL MAKE THEM BLEED! PRAY TO THE FATHER FOR JUSTICE THIS NIGHT. PRAY TO THE WARRIOR FOR STRENGTH TO KILL THESE HEATHENS! PRAY TO THE SMITH TO KEEP YOUR WEAPONS STRONG! PRAY TO THE CRONE FOR HIS WISDOM WHILE WE FIGHT! BUT LET THEM PRAY TO THE MOTHER….. FOR WE WILL HAVE NO MERCY FOR THEM!"
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH"
It was crazy. Every man was screaming out of their minds. I could make out the fear in their eyes, but no longer was it just about dying. It was about their families. King's Landing still remembered the Lannister sack in Robert's Rebellion, and they would do anything to suffer that a second time. I looked back at Joffrey, and I almost went bug eyed. He was smiling. Calmly smiling like he had not a care in the world. As if he hadn't just convinced all these men to die for him. I walked towards him, and he looked at me, a confident smirk on his face.
"Lord Hand, my blade yearns for Heathen Blood. Once Stannis is seen on the Battlefield I will personally enter the battle and slay him, one on one."
I looked dumbly at him. Frankly, by this point I didn't know how I was still coping with what was happening all around me. I was about to go to battle. Me! The Imp! I would be dead by the time I got 5 steps past the gate! As I snapped out of my fear induced mental rant, I saw Stannis' fleet docking by the King's Gate and I knew that the real battle would start now.
I had the Hound take 150 men to harass Stannis' men in the shore, and for a moment they successfully pushed them back. I could see them battling it out, chaos, blood and fire all around them. Then, for some odd fucking reason, the Hound retreated back into the safety of the Walls. I ran forward, intent on questioning just what in the Seven Hells did he think he was doing.
"CLEGANE! WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING? WHY WOULD YOU REATREAT WHEN YOU WERE WINNING?!" I questioned him, screaming.
"FUCKING FIRE YOU CUNT, THATS WHY. I'M NOT FIGHTING INSIDE A FUCKING FIRE IMP!"
"THEN TELL THAT TO THE KING HOUND!"
"FUCK THE KING!" he screamed. I looked at him shocked. He looked at me, a furious snarl on his face. "FUCK THE KING, FUCK THE LANNISTERS AND FUCK THIS SHIT HOLE CITY YOU CALL KING'S LANDING!" and with that he stormed off, threatening death to any who tried to stop him.
I focused back on the battle and I could see the enemy getting out of their ships, unloading out their siege weapons. Fuck, they were fearsome. I could see a huge battering ram and ladders to scale the walls. They started to run towards us and it was a sight that would haunt my nightmares for the days to come. Waves of men crashed into the walls of the city, all screaming bloody murder at us.
Our men were docking and firing arrows, waves and waves of them crashing into the enemy. Those who weren't firing bows were throwing rocks down the walls or pouring hot water or hot sand down at the men trying to scale the wall using the ladders, or manning the battering ram. I could hear men screaming all around me. A man suddenly managed to scale the wall, about 15 meters in front of me, and he unbuckled his sword and quickly slashed away. He killed about 3 men before he was taken down.
Suddenly the walls were being overrun by the enemy. I could hear myself screaming orders at the soldiers. I decided I needed to be closer to the action to direct the men properly, and so I took my axe and started rushing towards the fighting.
"MEN, KILL ALL OF THESE RED GOD FUCKERS! DRIVE THEM BACK. IF THEY GET THE WALL THEY GET THE CITY. DRIVE THEM BACK!" I screamed, utterly terrified. A man rushed past me and buried his sword deep in one of my guards bellies. Blood splattered onto my face, and I could smell the shit coming out of my man. I saw the enemy turning towards me and I knew I was dead should I let him see me. I grabbed my axe and screamed:
"AAAAHHH" and slashed at his knee, cutting right through it. He fell forward and rolled over, looking into the sky. I could see the fear in his eyes when he saw me, and suddenly I heard him pleading.
"My lord, please, please, please DON'T KI—" I silenced him with a swing to his neck, cleaving through it cleanly. My eyes were wide with shock. I just killed someone. I JUST KILL— "MY LORD!" screamed my squire, Podrick. "WE HAVE TO MOVE!"
Still in shock, I just nodded at him and started marching back closer to the walls. I could see the fighting was still going on, but we had managed to push most of Stannis' men back out of the wall. Right now it was firmly in our control. I chanced a look down, and it looked like most of the men at the King's Gate had retreated or died. There was still some fighting going on, courtesy of the ladders to our walls, but their battering ram had been destroyed by the numerous assaults on it by the numerous rocks it had been hit by. I figured that most of the remaining enemy men were going to focus on the Mud Gate, and so that's where I went next. I arrived there to see skirmishes happening on the wall and the gate was broken and open, although we were repelling them before they could get too close. Joffrey was standing away from it all, surrounded by his Kingsguard, a heavy smile on his face. I saw them all covered in blood, and I asked: "Your Grace, you were fighting? Were you injured?"
Joffrey just started laughing hysterically. "HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHA, THESE HEATHENS DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS COMING FOR THEM. STANNIS, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU COWARD?!"
I looked at Jaime, who looked equally as worried, but before we could speak someone shouted:
"ITS THE HEATHEN KING'S SIGIL!" and sure enough there it was. A crowned black stag of Baratheon enclosed in the fiery red heart of the Red God. A contingent of about 50 soldiers was crowded tightly around it.
"STANNIS! FACE ME HEATHEN, FACE ME! screamed Joffrey, a manic look on his face. Suddenly I could make out a red light. A glowing red sword to be exact. It was Stannis, and he was cutting through our men like butter, intent on going towards Joffrey. Slash, duck, parry, side-step, thrust, block, parry, swing. He did every single sword move and then some, killing at least 20 men before he got close enough to see Joffrey.
Joffrey went forwards as well, his way being cleared up by the Kingsguard, and soon they were right in front of each other. Fighting was still going on around them, but a circle had formed around them to give them space to fight. Jaime was preoccupied fighting his way through the sea of bodies, since Joffrey had been too eager in his pursuit of the Mannis and had been separated from him. He was an intimidating sight. Tall and broad, with a black beard and a fringe of black hair on his head. He was taller than Joffrey by a head and a half and he had his glowing sword in his right hand. They looked at each other, they started fighting.
Although lean, Joffrey was by no means skinny, and he was very skilled. I saw Stannis swing down at his Joffrey, and Joffrey sidestepped and parried it away from him, going for an upwards thrust soon after, forcing Stannis to block and step back. Joffrey then started attacking, a thrust to the stomach which was quickly parried followed by a spinning swing to Stannis' side. Stannis backstepped but couldn't get his sword up fast enough and got a cut on his side as a result. He snarled, and suddenly he was attacking. A swing of his sword, coming from his right side, forced Joffrey to block. The strength of the blow staggered him back and was soon followed by a front kick to the chest which sent him falling backwards to the ground. He thrusted downwards at Joffrey, aiming at his heart, but suddenly Joffrey managed to get his sword up and parried away the fatal blow, instead getting clipped in his side, blood pooling out of this stomach. That parry was enough to unbalance Stannis and so Joffrey stood up, breathing heavily. Stannis was stoic, no emotion visible on his face. Joffrey was livid. A huge snarl on his face.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME YOU HEATHEN! I AM JOFFREY BARATHEON, SON OF ROBERT BARATHEON, DEMON OF THE TRIDENT, CHOSEN BY THE SEVEN. I WILL KILL YOU STANNIS!" screamed Joffrey. He ran towards Stannis screaming bloody murder and faked a swing to his right, instead bringing it to his left, cutting at Stannis' side, where he had already caught him at the beginning of the fight. Stannis let out a yell and grabbed his side with his nonsword arm, but quickly brought it back to his sword to block a downwards swing from Joffrey which would've cleaved him in half. He was furious now as well, and the Baratheon fury showed. With a sudden burst of strength he shouldn't have had with a gash on the side of his stomach, Stannis swung the fastest swing I've ever seen at Joffrey, Baratheon strength visible in his attack. Joffrey had no choice but to block or be bisected in half. He tried, but the blow was so hard it almost tore the sword from his hands. Stannis was in close again, and instead of swinging the sword he swung an elbow at Joffrey which broke his nose, cartilage and blood flying through the air. Dazed, Joffrey stepped back, but Stannis punched him in the mouth before he could make enough space. Teeth flew out of his mouth, and now Joffrey was a mess. A sword swing to the face followed, and Joffrey only managed to maneuver his face enough to receive a gash instead of losing his eyes. He was screaming now, tears falling out of his eyes.
He's afraid. I thought, fear and worry in my heart. Somehow he was still standing, although that was quickly remedied by Stannis, who attacked with a mighty thrust of his sword. Joffrey raised his sword and turned sideways, intent on sidestepping the attack, but instead got caught on the side of his sword arm, armor split in two with a huge cut on his skin, almost to the bone. I could also see his left arm, and I realized it was missing 2 fingers, which were probably hacked off during the attack as well. He dropped his sword, no strength left to hold it, and then promptly got kicked in the chest for a third time, this time no defense available to him on the ground. I heard Stannis scream his first words in the whole fight: "DIE BASTARD." and he aimed down, murder intent in his figure. Suddenly a sword was poking out of his stomach and he paused, vomiting blood. He looked to his back, and Jaime was there, sword buried in his back, a furious look on his face. He pulled it out and went to dig it in again but was met with a block by Stannis' sword.
"KINGSLAYER! MAN WITH NO HONOR! TRY AND KILL ME NOW!"
With a gash at his side and a hole in hi stomach, he would surely die by the end of the night. Instead of retreating or accepting his death, Stannis flew into a rage. He was whirlwind of death and destruction, and Jaime couldn't keep up. A failed parry resulted in a gash in the arm. A failed back-step resulted in cuts between his armor. At some point they both lost their swords. Stannis kicked Jaime in his leg, the blow so hard the metal in Jaime's leg dented. Jaime went on one knee, but suddenly Stannis grabbed the back of his neck and kneed him in the face. Spit and blood flew through the air, and Stannis kneed him again. Then, he elbowed him with his right arm and Jaime fell like a sack of potatoes. Stannis turned back and went and got his sword back, while Jaime crawled and managed to get back on his feet, sword in hand. Taking unsteady steps forward, he slashed at Stannis, which Stannis promptly parried and then backhanded him in his face. Staggering back, Jaime was barely able to get out of the way of a huge slash. It was followed by another one, intent on chopping his head off. He raised his sword to block and braced, but suddenly Stannis changed his wrists and the blade fell upon his wrist.
My heart stopped. I saw Jaime's right hand flying through the air, still holding his sword. I looked back at him. He was in shock, looking at a stump which until moments ago was a hand which made him one of the most dangerous swordsmen in Westeros. I heard a furious scream behind us and looked back. Joffrey was rushing towards Stannis, knife in hand. Injuries catching up to him, Stannis was slowed down enough to be injured by the sneak attack by the blonde haired king. A knife was stuck in a chink on his armor on the lower part of his stomach. Then a kick by Ser Arys Oakheart, who had finally paved a way through the sea of bodies, managed to make Stannis drop his sword. He looked at Joffrey, red faced with veins popping out of his forehead, eyes wide and red, a crazed look on him. Then, he grabbed him by the neck with his right hand and raised him up, choking him, while he used his left hand to punch Ser Arys in the face, unsheathe a dagger and stick it in his chest, kicking him away soon after. He went back to choking Joffrey, who had a look of fear on his face, gasping for air while slowly turning blue. He kicked and punched to no avail, Stannis would not let go.
Suddenly I heard a war horn sounding, and I almost fell in relief. Lannister banners in the distance, I could make out about a rough estimate of 10,000 at the front, with many following at the back. The attacked the back of Stannis' men, slaughtering each one they could get ahold of. Stannis snarled and tried to throw Joffrey downwards to finish him off, but before he could do that he was hit and sent flying by a horse. A giant of a man unmounted and unsheathed his sword, and I finally recognized him. Ser Gregor Clegane, The Mountain. Stannis staggered back to his feet and picked up a random sword lying around, his own sword long lost in the confusion. He attacked with a swing to his left, which was blocked, and another blow to the right followed, which was also blocked. He thrusted forward, intent on skewering Ser Gregor in his stomach, but it was to no avail. He was too tired and injured to properly mount a proper attack. It was parried and then Ser Gregor slashed him from his right shoulder to his left hip. He fell backwards, gasping for breath, blood rushing out of his wounds and mouth. Ser Gregor looked down at his opponent, defiance clear in his face even at the verge of death, and promptly swung his sword shoulder to shoulder, cleaving Stannis' head clean off.
I could faintly hear screaming in the background. "KING STANNIS HAS FALLEN! RETREAT! RETREAT!" Ser Gregor took one look at Joffrey and Jaime, and cursed. He grabbed Joffrey, threw him over his shoulder and mounted his horse, riding towards the Red Keep, while a contingent of Lannister solders at his side quickly got ahold of Jaime and rode back as well. I quickly grabbed Podrick and my own personal guards and rushed back to the Red Keep as well, intent on escaping this hell hole people call a battlefield. The rest of the night was a blur from there, with Father quickly taking control of the forces inside the city and repelling the last remnants of Stannis' men. He said no words to me once he saw me, simply nodding with a frown on his face and moving on. By the time the fighting had finished completely it was already the early morning. I was dead tired, and soon fell asleep, intent on enjoying being alive to drink another day.
It had been two weeks since the Battle of the Blackwater, as the common folk had called it. I had been removed of my position as Hand of the King now that my Father was here, but I was rewarded, somewhat, with an appointment to the Master of Coin office. Baelish had been sent to the Vale, since he had promised he could bring us their support through his connection to Lysa Tully. He had managed to convince my father to grant him Harrenhall, citing that he would not be able to properly propose marriage to Lysa Tully if he did not own a large enough piece of land. Varys had completely disappeared since that night as well, no one seeing him in the Red Keep since the start of the Battle.
I was currently on my way to the dining room, where we would be having a family dinner, since Joffrey and Jaime were finally well enough that they could go by day to day tasks. I entered the room, but I couldn't bring myself to make a mocking remark today, it was too somber. Jaime looked like a completely different man. A sad look on his face, unkept hair and beard also present. He even smelled, probably hadn't bathed once. He was struggling to cut a slice of meat, with Cersei looking annoyed at his inability to do so. Tommen looked sweet and ignorant of what was happening around him, as always, while Myrcella looked concerned about her uncle and brother. Cersei looked annoyed at everything, an eternal scowl on his face. Father was stone-faced, not one emotion discernible. Joffrey looked terrible. A huge gash that went from his right forehead to his lip, and it was a miracle he kept his nose and eyes, although his face was heavily scarred now. Bandages could be seen beneath his robes too, wrapped around his midsection, where he had gotten cut by Stannis, and his left hand was completely wrapped in bandages too, since his hand had not yet healed from having two fingers chopped off. I sat down and we started conversing. First was official reports of casualties. We had lost 4,000 of the 6,000 Gold Cloaks who had fought for us, with most of the knights and men at arms also dying in battle. In comparison, Stannis had lost about 14,000 men in total, more than half of those casualties being from wildfire. Then, we talked about what would be our next moves. Tywin started talking to Myrcella about her upcoming betrothal and Cersei almost exploded with rage.
"Myrcella, you will marry the Lord Robert Arryn and give us the Vale. Lord Baelish will arrange it after he marriages Lysa Tully. This will bring us the Vale, which will help us bring the Crownlords to heel after their betrayals. The Stormlords will follow along soon enough now that they have no figure to rally behind. Tommen, you will marry Lady Shireen Baratheon and give us the Stormlands for good. Joffrey, we will propose a match between Arianne Martell and you to pacify Dorne."
Cersei screamed at that. "You are not marrying my children like pieces on Cyvasse! I won't have it. You'd have Joffrey wed a Martell whore, sell Myrcella to a boy who is simple and still breastfeeds at eight years old and give Tommen a hideous scarred girl, who to boot is the daughter of a traitor!"
"THEY WILL DO AS I SAY AND SO WILL YOU SHOULD NEED BE!" he screamed back. She drew back, surprise and fear in her face. Myrcella looked resigned, Tommen looked confused and Joffrey looked angry as well, but didn't dare say anything back to his grandfather. Finally, he asked him something.
"What will we do about the Reach and Riverlands? Both of their Lord Paramounts have strong ties to the North, and they stayed neutral throughout this whole war. Will we move against them?"
"Not right now. We don't have a strong enough motive to intersect on our behalf. They have not explicitly moved against us yet so we will simply wait."
"Grandfather, when will I have to marry my cousin?" asked Tommen.
"As soon as she flowers Tommen. That will be about in 2 more years." answered Tywin.
"Very well grandfa—HACK"
We all looked on, confused at his cough.
"HACK! HACK!" He kept coughing. Suddenly his face started turning blue and blood started pouring out of his nose. He kept coughing, but now blood was coming out of his mouth as well. "HACK! HACK! HACK!"
Finally, we all snapped out of our horrified stupor and rushed to help him. "TOMMEN!" Wailed Cersei, tears streaming down her eyes. He just kept choking on his own blood, and he started shaking. Suddenly, he stopped.
"Tommen. Tommen! TOMMEN!" screamed Cersei. Myrcella was crying and Joffrey was furious. Father looked apoplectic. Jaime just looked heartbroken. Suddenly, Joffrey said something underneath his breath, which turned into a screaming rant.
"The Starks…It was the Starks! Those fucking tree huggers! THOSE! FUCKING! HEATHENS! THEY DID THIS! THIS MEANS WAR!"
"YOU WILL NOT DECLARE WAR ON THE NORTH DUE TO YOUR RIDICULOUS JEALOUSY OF THEM!" screamed Tywin.
"I CAN AND I WILL! I AM KING… NOT YOU! WHAT WILL LORDS SAY WHEN YOU LET THE CROWN PRINCE'S ASSASSINATION BE SWEPT UNDER THE RUG?!"
Tywin fumed at that, but realized he couldn't do anything. Dorne was a likely prospect, but Doran and Oberyn Martell were notorious for not going after associates of their enemies, instead going directly at their enemies. "We don't hurt little girls in Dorne." A stupid saying to be sure, but one they stuck to. They would've come after father, not Tommen. The Tyrells and Martells wouldn't dare organize something like this, and even if they had no motive. The only possible enemy was the North, and for all of their supposed honor, the history of Stark Kings was riddled with ruthless Kings, so I certainly wouldn't put it past them. The Targaryens weren't in any position of power, hells Viserys was dead, so they certainly weren't it. Starks were the only plausible suspects. I was furious and crushed, since I really cared for Tommen, but I didn't think it was the Starks. I just couldn't figure out this out. There was one thing I knew. This means war.
Author's Note:
Wassup guys! This is my longest chapter yet, so that was dope. Hope you guys liked this chapter, I tried to make the fights exciting, so please give me feedback. Honestly I think this was one of the funnest chapters to write. Leave a review if you can, and if not, thats ok. Thanks for reading!