So here is the first chapter of my Lannister story. I don't know how long it will be, I don't know much about where I plan to take this story, but I have some interesting ideas. I'm looking forward to this as it's another completely different character. In my eyes, at least, Torrhen Stark is a reluctant hero, Roland Stone is an honourable knight and Durran Baratheon is a lovestruck royal. Tyland Lannister is none of those things, as will be explained.

WARNING: This story won't be for the fainthearted. Tywin was more than okay murdering an entire family by flooding their castle, women and children too. Tyland has been brought up with him as a father and mentor, and as a result, he is ruthless, he doesn't take insults well and he will enact 'Tywin' levels of his so-called justice. There will be murders, there will be rapes. If you can't read that then I can't stress enough that this story isn't for you.

EDIT 15/10/2021: This chapter has been edited massively. I started this story back in 2017 and rereading this I could tell how much I've improved as a writer, so now that this story is completed I am going to go through the early chapters and make them better.

I own nothing but Tyland.

284 AC

It had been 17 years since Tyland Lannister had stepped foot inside King's Landing. Back then he had been but a toddler visiting his Father, Lord Tywin, after his newly born twin siblings had been old enough to travel, and he vaguely remembered leaving the city upset at both the King and the smell. As he sat atop his horse outside the city walls the same smell filled the Lannister heir's nostrils, though his main emotion now was that of anger.

Westeros was at war. For two years House Targaryen had been fighting a rebellion being led by House Arryn of the Vale, House Baratheon of the Stormlands and House Stark of the North. Thousands of people lay dead in ditches or across fields all over the continent, and all because Prince Rhaegar had kidnapped another man's betrothed. Now of course Prince Rhaegar was dead, having died in the waters of the Trident earlier that week at the hands of the betrothed, Lord Robert Baratheon.

Initially, Lord Tywin hadn't picked a side. He knew he wasn't going to aide King Aerys after the numerous slights made against him and House Lannister, but taking Tyland's younger brother Jaime into the Kingsguard was the final straw for the long serving Hand of the King. Tywin had fled to Casterly Rock and had only resurfaced after hearing of the Battle at the Stoney Sept, where the loyalists had been handed a sound defeat. That had led to the 12,000 Westerlander force hastily riding to the capital, where when news of the Trident had filtered towards them Lord Tywin made his bed and sided with the rebels.

Now, the smell of shit was mixed in with smoke as houses and shops were set alight. The gates of the city had been opened for them and the Western soldiers didn't need a second order. Screams of the dying and the victims of the Lannister soldiers carnal desires were heard even outside of the King's Gate where Tyland sat. His attention was taken away from the smoke in front of him as his Father spoke from his side.

"The gates to the Red Keep should be open already if Pycelle was competent." Tywin said. "You know what to do."

Tyland nodded at the orders and turned to the men at his side. "Do not stop for anything. Gold cloak or Red Cloak, if they're in your way cut them down. We need to get to the King."

Ser Gregor Clegane, Ser Armory Lorch, Ser Elys Westerling and Lord Roland Crakehall all nodded, and Tyland spurred his horse leading the group. Inside the city was carnage as the dead were everywhere and the air was filling black with smoke. He knew his horse was trampling on bodies nearly every time its hooves touched the ground but he didn't care. Withdrawing his sword, Tyland cut down a pair of Gold Cloaks in quick succession before he passed the Fishmonger's square, and then three more on the road towards the Red Keep.

The gates had been opened, and thankfully the majority of the Targaryen loyalists had already fled. Tyland dismounted his horse with his blade still out as he led his companions directly into the Throne Room, stepping over a man in black robes that was bleeding out.

The doors to the Throne Room were open though it was surprisingly empty. Tyland slowly walked into the room, spotting the golden armour of his younger brother Jaime sat atop the Iron Throne, a body below the steps at his feet.

"Brother! Come to kill the King? I'm afraid I beat you to it." Jaime called over, his usual tone of arrogance including a slight hint of angst that Tyland noted.

"What have you done?" Tyland asked coldly, sheathing his sword as he stepped closer to the Iron Throne.

Jaime sat more upright at the tone. "Saved the city." He bit back angrily.

"I care not that the Mad King is dead, but you are a sworn brother of the Kingsguard." Tyland spat. He stared down at the bleeding corpse of the dirty King Aerys. "This was foolish, you should have detained him. Waited for us to get here."

Jaime slunk back, not used to being told off like a child. "I had to, you don't understand. He had wildfire, he was going to burn the city."

Tyland stood, assessing the situation and trying to figure out a way to salvage this for his younger brother. "Gregor, Armory, go and do what needs to be done. No mercy."

The pair in question both nodded. "Yes My Lord." They said in unison, quickly turning and leaving the room, their heavy footsteps echoing.

"What are you…" Jaime asked, but Tyland ignored him.

"Ser Elys." He summoned, and the Westerling knight stepped forwards. Tyland then turned to Jaime and unsheathed the Kingsguard knight's sword, slashing quickly at the unsuspecting Westerling's neck.

"What are you doing!" Jaime roared, as Ser Elys fell to his knees gasping for breath, collapsing at Tyland's feet. Tyland once again, ignored him as he dropped the sword unceremoniously.

"Lord Crakehall, spread word that I have killed the King." Tyland ordered. The new Lord of Crakehall had his eyes wide open in terror.

"My Lord?" Roland Crakehall asked confused and stuck to the spot.

"Better me than the sworn protection, don't you think?" Tyland said icily, his eyes narrowing. "Ser Jaime defended his King to the last, killing Ser Elys in the process. Together we overpowered him and I killed the King."

"At once Lord Tyland, you killed the King." Lord Crakehall bowed, bolting out of the Throne Room as fast as Tyland had ever seen the man run, and then it was just Jaime, Tyland and the body of the Mad King in the room.

"What are you up to?" Jaime asked, still staring at the body of Ser Elys.

"Saving your skin." Tyland replied. "This will hurt."

Jaime gulped as Tyland withdrew his own sword, and the heir to Casterly Rock smashed the pommel against Jaime's head roughly, falling to the floor with a thud. Closing his eyes to think for a brief moment, Tyland then moved to pick the Mad King up off of the ground, feeling the blood leaking onto his armour as he hoisted the dead Targaryen onto the Iron Throne before forcing his sword into the Mad King's heart.

Then Tyland simply sat down on the steps below and waited. He stared over at the still breathing body of Jaime and hoped that this would work. When loud, running footsteps sounded from the doorway the heir to Casterly Rock looked up, and there he saw the distinct armour of House Stark, a young man with tied back brown hair at the head of the new group.

"Lord Stark I presume." He called.

Ned Stark looked surprised, but he nodded. "Aye, you must be Lord Tyland." Tyland just nodded, and Ned Stark walked inside having a look around. "What happened?"

Tyland thought for a moment, before saying only one word. "Justice." He rose to his feet, before picking up his brother and slinging him over his shoulder. "If you'll excuse me." He didn't wait for a response, pushing past the baffled Northmen as he left the Throne Room to go and find his Father, hoping that his men had done their job up in Maegor's Holdfast.

The Red Keep was quickly occupied by the rebel forces, and the next time Tyland was in the presence of Ned Stark was when Robert Baratheon arrived in King's Landing a few days after the Sack of the city. He found himself stood next to Tywin as the new King arrived and uncomfortably took his place on the throne. Tyland was noticing all the cuts and scrapes on the Baratheon's face as well as a bandage poking out of his doublet as the formalities were observed, when Lords Arryn, Stark and Tully were honoured as being heroes of the war, and soon enough, Tywin was called.

"Lord Tywin, you failed to answer my call to arms and yet I find you here. Explain yourself My Lord." Robert stated in his booming voice.

Tywin stepped forward, bending the knee quickly. "I was always a supporter of your claim Your Grace, but I decided the best way to end the war was deception. As you can see it worked." Robert didn't look overly convinced, and Tywin nodded to two of his men. They each brought forward crimson cloaks and laid them at the foot of the Iron Throne. "To prove my loyalty." Tywin said.

Robert nodded for a man to unwrap the cloaks, and the entire Throne Room gasped at the sight. Tyland only winced at the mess that had been made of Aegon Targaryen's head.

"Murder." He heard from the other side of the room, not surprised to hear the famously honouable Ned Stark gasp in horror.

Tywin, he knew, had been expecting such an outcry. "A necessary evil, Your Grace. They would have brought trouble and war to your rule."

"They were babes!" Ned exclaimed angrily, pushing back to the front of the Throne Room. "Robert please, this is murder plain and true, unnecessary murder."

Robert stood regally, though Tyland noticed that he had a pained expression on his brow. The King looked down at the corpses of Aegon and Rhaenys and spat venomously. "I see no babes, only dragonspawn." Tyland looked across to see Ned Stark's face contort in rage, but the Northerner held in whatever thoughts for the public and allowed Robert to continue. "Burn these bodies and be quick about it. We are dismissed for the day."

Tywin nodded to his men to take the bodies away as everybody departed the Throne Room all whispering about the sight of the two children. Tywin then gestured for Tyland to follow him, and the heir to the Rock did as he was bid, walking up to the guest chambers Tywin had placed himself in and closing the door behind Tyland.

"Did they have to do it so brutally?" Tywin asked, pouring some wine out for the pair of them.

"I call it effective, not brutal. The babes would have risen up one day, it seemed only fair to make sure they were actually dead." Tyland shrugged.

Tywin nodded. "Very well, so long as you are aware of what will happen now." He sat down. "The Princess was overkill, Dorne will want vengeance." Tywin added.

"Gregor said she got in the way." Tyland shrugged again, before he shook his head. "Let Dorne cry in their deserts, to get to us they'd have to go through the Reach, and the day a Tyrell and a Martell share a table is the day I change my banner to a housecat."

"We can contain it, luckily. But good work." Tywin said honestly. "Jaime spoke with me once he awoke, he said that he was actually the one to kill Aerys."

Tyland shrugged once again. "He's a knight of the Kingsguard, he'd be ridiculed for centuries if people found out he'd broken his oath despite the madness he was sworn too, this way I get the blame of being the Kingslayer, and who is going to mock me about such a deed?"

Tyland thought he almost saw a smile creep onto Tywin's face. "You've done well, our House will be feared for another generation at least, that is guaranteed now." The elder man took a sip. "We can now look to the future. I shall see to it that I find you a suitable wife."

"Father I…" Tyland began. He had never wanted to be married and had never even thought of anybody like that before. His Father was having none of it though.

"This is not up for discussion." Tywin said coldly. "You are more than old enough. I won't be here forever, and I won't have the family name die out because you refuse to do your duty to our House."

Tyland silently seethed, knowing that he wasn't going to get out of this. "Of course Father, who did you have in mind." He ground out through gritted teeth.

"Lysa Tully married Jon Arryn, she would be my initial choice." Tywin said. "Lord Crakehall has a daughter that's unwed and by the sounds of it he is the only one outside of myself, you and Jaime that knows about the Mad King's death and what really happened to Ser Elys. You shall marry her when you are back in Casterly Rock. It has all been arranged."

"That was quick." Tyland noted, remembering a second ago when it seemed distant.

"These things are necessary." Tywin stated bluntly. "I shall stay in King's Landing for the coronation and to try and persuade Jon Arryn and Robert to set aside the Stark girl for your sister."

Tyland sighed inwardly. "Cersei as Queen? Haven't we been down this path before?"

"With our money and a Lannister Queen we shall be a force that no House can hope to match, not even House Baratheon. Then the next King will have Lannister blood." Tywin explained, not amused at the questioning, and Tyland couldn't fault his reasoning.

"Very well, I shall wed the Crakehall girl." Tyland said, resigned to his fate as he stood up. "Unless there is anything else, I shall leave for the Rock at dawn tomorrow with Lord Roland and the majority of the army, we can discuss the arrangements on the way."

"There is nothing else." Tywin said, turning away from his son. Tyland sighed before he turned rigidly, leaving the room to start his preparations.

289 AC

Lord Tywin's planning had been fruitful, and the five years after the rebellion was one of growth for House Lannister. They had cemented themselves firmly at the side of Robert Baratheon and slowly accumulating debt from the frivolous King, and Cersei had given him a son and heir, Joffrey.

Back in the Westerlands had also seen a son born, with Tyland and his wife, Jeyne Crakehall, welcoming Loren to the world a year after their marriage. With the succession secured the heir to Casterly Rock spent little time with his wife, something that suited the both of them. They each got on with their lives and only saw one another on formal occasions, though one morning that lack of closeness would be punished dearly.

Burning. That's all Tyland saw as he watched the scene below them with both Tyrion and Loren. The fleet of Lannisport had been razed and destroyed by Ironborn, and the flames had then spread to engulf the docks as the Ironborn ships had started to come ashore, where the men from the Iron Islands were slaughtering the City Watch and carrying off as many women as they could possibly carry before fleeing.

That was all they could do until the afternoon of the attack, and with the Ironborn gone Tyland was in charge of discovering the true damage, though his attention was taken when he noticed the favourite of his wife, Leila, sat down with blood pouring down her face as she wept. He made his way over to her, not reacting to the scowl on her face. "Where is she?" He asked. His wife hadn't been seen since the day before.

"Gone, milord." Leila spat, before her tears started up again. "They took her, a bald man with a red sword, gave me this." She pointed to her head. "A bony hand on his coat, milord."

Tyland growled. He knew the House, he knew the sword. "They do not know what they have done here, and they will pay." He growled at nobody in particular.

And pay they would do. A few days after the burning of Lannisport, King Robert arranged for the might of the Seven Kingdoms to invade the Iron Islands. The Lannister forces were given the honour of taking the holiest of the Iron Islands, Old Wyk, after a little persuasion from Tyland who ensured that someone reminded him that Old Wyk just happened to be the seat of House Drumm.

Tywin gave his son the command, and as soon as they could muster the ships from other parts of the Realm Tyland found himself leading the forces of 5,000 Lannister men against House Drumm. As they invaded the island he immediately set his men to burning the houses of the villages. He let no man, woman, or child escape, making sure that his men cordoned off the villages as they burned flesh and wood until there was nothing left, slowly making their way village by village to the pride of Old Wyk, Nagga's Hill. The hill was the seat of Kingsmoots in Ironborn History, and Tyland glared emphatically as he saw the last resistance of Dunstan Drumm and a couple of thousand men that remained on the island.

He was atop his horse as he and his men faced the rabble of Ironborn warriors, and he immediately picked out Lord Dunstan Drumm. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the elder man. "WHERE IS MY WIFE?" He roared.

"Screwing the Drowned God!" Drumm shouted back. "After I had her a dozen times she decided to jump overboard, the bitch drowned like a rat!"

Scowling, that was it for Tyland as he spurred his horse up the hill, towards the ribs of the Sea Dragon of Ironborn legend. The Ironborn started charging as well, and the two forces narrowed and clashed, so Tyland got to work cutting down as many Ironborn as he could, trying to get to Dunstan Drumm. Man after man was cut down, as his golden haired destrier relished in charging people down, allowing Tyland to hack at them. He soon saw his foe, Dunstan Drumm, and his long brown hair blowing in the fierce wind as he hacked down a Lannister man with the Valyrian Steel sword Red Rain. Charging, he narrowed his eyes at the Drumm man, bracing for the impact as he swung his sword, cleaving off the man's sword hand. The famous Valyrian Steel sword Red Rain clattered to the floor, and Tyland turned his horse back around to see Drumm had been captured, and his small army had routed the Ironborn. Tyland quickly nodded to Ser Gregor, who smirked and began to slaughter the captured Ironborn.

Dismounting his horse amongst the noise of the murder, Tyland felt content as Dunstan Drumm was thrown at his feet, and Red Rain was handed to him by a Lannister man. He flexed his fingers over the hilt of the blade, marvelling in how light it felt and how crimson the metal of the blade looked.

"My Father has always wanted a Valyrian Steel blade." Tyland commented as he admired the blade. "Give it up to House Lannister willingly, and I'll let you live out the remainder of your pitiful life." Tyland told the Drumm Lord.

"Fuck you, that's our sword, we paid the iron price for it." Drumm spat. "Now you killed the first owners, it's ours."

"Not anymore." Tyland said, before turning to a Lannister captain. "Take him away, I want him to watch as his entire family dies."

The remainder of the Drumm family was gathered. His two sons had died in the fighting, but his new heir and granddaughter, a girl of 14, was the most prominent captive. Tyland turned to Ser Gregor Clegane who was amongst half a dozen others. "The first man to spill his seed inside of her, I will give 50 gold dragons."

"No! You fucker! You can't! Dunna no!" Dunstan cried out helplessly as he saw Gregor grin and grab the girl in one of his overly large hands. The girl, Dunna, was also angrily lashing out, before she was thrown to the ground and quickly pounced upon. Tyland didn't watch, but went up behind Dunstan, held his hair so his head remained in place and whispered in his ear.

"You insulted House Lannister, My Lord." Tyland snarled. "You should have learnt from the song, you know what happens when you insult House Lannister."

"Fuck you." Drumm spat, spitting at Tyland's face.

Those would be the Ironborn's last words as Tyland wiped his face clean before he shoved Red Rain through the Ironborn's back. The man gargled and gasped for air, but soon he fell limp in Tyland's hands. The Lannister dropped the body to the ground and wiped his sword, giving a quick glance to his own men fighting over the naked and bruised body of the Drumm girl. "Kill her when you're done." Tyland ordered, turning away to make sure that the final battle of Old Wyk left no Ironborn alive.

290 AC

The arrival back at Lannisport was a lot more positive than the departure, as the men were in good spirits given their resounding victories on both Old Wyk and then later on Pyke. Tyland had linked up with the Royal Fleet for the journey home, and as the boat with both Tyland and Stannis pulled into the private docks of Lannisport, he saw that his Father was stood with Loren waiting for them to arrive. The Lannister heir stepped off the ship with the Lord of Dragonstone, who was staying the night in Casterly Rock before leaving again in the morning.

"Father." Tyland nodded politely towards his Father.

"Tyland, Lord Stannis. Welcome to Lannisport. I hope you rest well tonight in the Rock." Tywin welcomed them formally.

"Thank you, Lord Tywin." Stannis replied, equally as formally.

"You shall be shown to your rooms." Tywin gestured for somebody to guide the Baratheon before turning to his son. "Tyland, I want a word with you back at the rock."

"Of course." Tyland stated. The formality ended as soon as Stannis was led away, and Tyland could greet Loren properly. The now five-year-old hugging his father.

"Father! I've started with a sword!" Loren exclaimed excitedly.

"Very good, I'll have to come and watch you tomorrow." Tyland ruffled his son's blonde hair

Loren then looked around as he noticed someone was missing. "Where's Mother?" The child asked.

Tyland sighed sadly. "The Ironborn murdered her Loren, but she was avenged. None from House Drumm are alive now in payment for her death." He told the young Loren, who started tearing up. "No tears, we are Lannisters of Casterly Rock. Show the people any weakness and they won't fear you, they won't respect you." He took Loren's hand after wiping the tears off of his eyes and began leading his son back up to the Rock.

After seeing that Loren was looked after, Tyland walked up to the Lord's solar at the very tip of the Rock. Once he was allowed entrance he made his way to the desk and placed the Valyrian Steel sword down.

"What is this?" Tywin asked, genuinely interested.

"The Valyrian Steel sword of the now extinct House Drumm." Tyland stated. "I… acquired it."

"Now extinct?" Tywin asked, eyebrow raised.

"They took my wife; I wasn't letting any of them get away." Tyland said firmly. "Lord Drumm made a point of explaining how she died in detail. It was typically Ironborn."

Tywin shook his head. "Foolish man."

"His sons died in battle, and he died watching his granddaughter and heir getting raped." Tyland shrugged. "Then we threw her in the sea where her kind belong."

"Effective." Tywin said, an eyebrow raised.

Tyland ignored that and continued on. "Red Rain is yours, Father. The ancient blade of House Reyne in the hands of House Lannister." He pushed the blade closer to his Father, who picked it up and unsheathed the blade, marvelling in the steelwork.

"For generations Lannisters held no Valyrian Steel while lesser Houses shunned us. Now finally we can prove that we are the greatest House in the realm. You've done well Tyland." Tywin said, proudly. "Here." He handed the sword back to Tyland.

"Me? But you are the Lord of Casterly Rock, the sword belongs to you." Tyland was surprised.

"You are the younger, you are now the commander of my armies, and you will be the Lord of the Rock one day after I die. No other Lannister is as worthy of wielding such a weapon. You've proved yourself a Lannister to be feared in both this war and the Rebellion. Take the blade." Tywin told his son.

Tyland nodded, unused to the praise. "Thank you, Father." He said, taking the sword and holding it at his side.

"Use it well, and don't lose it." Tywin warned. "We ought to see about getting you a new wife too I suppose."

"No." Tyland stated firmly. "I have an heir, and while I had no affection for Jeyne Crakehall I have no wish to uproot Loren so much when he is grieving still."

"One heir is all well and good, but what if the boy dies?" Tywin asked.

"Then perhaps I shall take another wife after that day, but for now, no." Tyland said defiantly.

After a brief moment of silence where Tywin was digesting the unusual happening of being told no, the man nodded. "Very well." Tywin said. "You may leave, I'm sure your wretched brother will want to see you."

Tyland nodded, and briskly left the room when he was dismissed. Tywin Lannister wasn't a man that praised easily, and he was glad that his efforts in the Iron Islands had been well received by his Father at the very least. Knowing that his actions would divide opinion over him just as much as killing Aerys did, he gripped his reward of Valyrian Steel tighter, happy enough that he realised ow little he cared for other's opinions. Knowing his son would be asleep he instead walked down from Tywin's room to the library, where he knew his brother Tyrion would be. After refusing to marry again, Tyland Lannister now hoped that he could live at the Rock in peace, so that he could raise his son to be a true Lannister without the impression of his wife holding the boy back.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!