Well I'm back after a break because of exams! As an apology I'm uploading this a few hours early, technically it's still Thursday for me at the moment but it's only a few minutes into it.

I love the reviews that are coming in. The fact most of you want Tyland dead already and we were only 7 chapters in is exactly what I'm going for, but to quote the reviewer lazyguy90: "This will get waaay worse before it gets better. If it gets better at all." Starting with this chapter!

As always, I own nothing but Tyland and Loren Lannister, all the other characters belong to George R R Martin or HBO.

Tyland stood just outside his tent as a raven flew away. The Lannister forces had marched tirelessly Northwards, but still hadn't caught Robb Stark up. That night they were lucky enough to be camped at Oldstones, a long-abandoned settlement of the old River Kings.

"You realise that the raven will likely be shot down." Jaime's voice sounded behind him.

Tyland shook his head. "Our birds are the fastest in the Kingdom and they've lost their best archers. Even so, it's too cryptic."

"And you still won't tell me your plan." Jaime noted. Tyland turned to face his brother.

"The more people that know, the more chance it has to go awry." Tyland explained. "Only three people know of what is to come, and until that happens it will stay that way."

Jaime didn't look overly happy, but he accepted it. "It matters not anyway, if we haven't caught the boy by now we won't before he hits the Twins, and when that happens it will be impossible to get to him."

Tyland stared up at the ruin of Oldstones. "You underestimate me brother." He said, unemotionally.

"As you do me." Jaime said unhappily. Tyland looked back at the Kingsguard.

"Each man in this army is vital to our success. You more than most. Have you done as I asked?"

Jaime nodded. "We've given spare armour to all the prisoners we captured at the Whispering Wood. I still don't understand why though, why waste good armour on prisoners?"

Tyland walked back into his command tent and allowed Jaime to follow him. "In battle, where do most of the casualties come from?" He asked.

Jaime's eyes narrowed at the lesson he was about to receive. "I'm not your son that is forced to be schooled by you."

Not reacting to the insolence, Tyland responded. "Humour me."

Sighing, Jaime said in a bored tone. "In the vanguard usually in the initial clash."

Tyland nodded. "So tell me, why does it make sense to have our own men die when we can force a few dozen prisoners into the vanguard?"

Jaime raised his eyebrows. "Have the Starks kill their own men? They will never go for it."

Tyland had no reaction. "We chain them together with the injured and force them forwards with spears against their backs. They won't have a choice."

Jaime was still shocked. "That's cruel Tyland, even for you that's unnecessarily cruel."

"War is cruel." Tyland snapped. "It's my job to see that we win it by any means necessary, if that means sacrificing a few prisoners to keep most of my own men alive then so be it. Or would you rather I risk our own men when we still have the Baratheon brothers to deal with in the South?" Jaime didn't have a response to that. "I thought not. So go and see that the prisoners are prepared and task the blacksmith with making the chains. You may go."

Jaime didn't hesitate to leave, and Tyland was soon alone staring down at the map of the Riverlands. So far the war had gone to plan, but he was risking an awful lot on his next gamble, and retired for the night to come up with a contingency in cased his diplomatic efforts failed.

Meanwhile, in the Lannister camp on the other side of the Trident, Ser Gregor Clegane was giving the report of the Battle of the Whispering Wood and Tyland's decisions afterwards. Tywin nodded along at the Mountain's words and seemed pleased by the outcome.

"Well, my Brother certainly does enjoy his ruthlessness." Tyrion said once Ser Gregor was finished. "Burning an entire forest down to smoke out Robb Stark."

"He did what he needed to do to win the battle." Tywin told him. "He didn't decide to sleep during it."

Tyrion just drunk some wine. "It was more of a forced sleep." He muttered.

Tywin stared at him angrily. "Did you say something?"

Tyrion smiled, winking at his nephew. "Of course not Father."

Tywin just grunted. "With Tyland and Jaime chasing the Stark boy and Riverrun still under siege it allows us to focus solely on the South. Renly Baratheon has gathered the support of Highgarden and Stannis sits on Dragonstone still. We can use this opportunity to fortify King's Landing."

"As well as reign in my cousin I presume." Loren added.

"Quite." Tywin said gruffly. "Sending those ravens North was stupid."

"The boy is stupid." Tyrion added. "Unless he's changed drastically since I last saw him then he is more suited to be a jester than a King."

Tywin glared at Tyrion again. "He is the King however, and he shall be guided. He is young yet, he can learn."

"I do not envy your task, Lord Hand." Tyrion said jovially.

"You will be there too." Tywin stated sharply. "Robert Baratheon enlisted a council of fools, and while you are many things, a fool is not one of them. You shall help me weed out the traitors and the backstabbers."

Tyrion was surprised. "Me? What can I do. I'm just a stunted little monster as you so delightfully told me yourself when I asked to travel the world."

Loren was uncomfortable as Tywin stared down at his son. "You are still a Lannister, and perhaps this responsibility will help you to grow up."

Tyrion grinned. "A poor choice of words Father, but I will obey." He stood up and made to leave the tent when Tywin stopped him.

"And Tyrion."

"Yes, Father?"

Tywin spoke icily. "Get rid of that whore." Tyrion didn't respond but Loren noticed his face turn into a scowl just before he left. Not wanting to say anything to anger Tywin any more, Loren stayed silent until Tywin spoke again. "When we reach the Capital I want you to befriend Joffrey. If you can encourage him to stop torturing animals and start acting like a man, he can be moulded into a King more easily."

Loren groaned. "He's a fool, Grandfather. He almost got himself eaten by the lions under the Rock while they were in cages!"

"And you pulled him away. He owes you, use that." Tywin replied. "You will remind him that he also belongs to House Lannister and a Lannister always pays his debts."

Shouts could be heard a couple of miles away from the Twins, and as the Lannister army neared the stronghold and the Stark scouts had been killed, Tyland and Jaime rode ahead to scout the area themselves. They saw that the Stark's had camped on the Western bank of the Trident, and dozens of bodies lay beneath the castle gates. Small boats were being ferried across the river, taking few men at a time towards a camp showing mainly Bolton banners.

"Walder Frey turned on the Starks?" Jaime asked. "What a turn of events."

Tyland smirked. "He did his part, now we shall do ours."

Jaime looked at his brother in surprise. "You planned this?"

"Of course, Walder Frey wouldn't have turned on Stark without assurances from House Lannister." Tyland explained. "Of course, he's expecting a wedding or two, but luckily both Houses have men and women to spare."

Jaime was slightly impressed, as he counted the men still on their side of the Trident. "I count 6,000." He said.

Tyland nodded, agreeing with the number. "Go and rally the men. We attack now."

Jaime bowed his head and rode back towards the gathering Lannister forces, leaving Tyland alone to plan his attack. Agreeing a plan in his mind, he joined his brother.

"Send in the first wave." He told Jaime. "Get the horns and drums going, let them know we've caught them."

Jaime narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Why can't we go in with the element of surprise?" He asked.

Tyland smiled evilly. "Because this way we let House Bolton and Frey know when to turn their cloaks."

On the other bank, Roose Bolton was just biding his time. After the battle at the Green Fork his men had arrived at the Twins days before the Stark forces, and after his wedding to Fat Walda Frey and an interesting conversation with Lord Walder, all he had to do after a quick slaughter of the non-Bolton forces was wait for the retreating forces of his liege lord to arrive on the other bank.

A quick lie about Walder Frey not allowing them access to the bridge followed when Stark arrived and a reminder that the boy had effectively left him to die against the vast forces of Tywin Lannister granted Roose the trust he needed, and a few small boats had been built quickly to allow transportation over the river. Stark was a lot moodier than he was before, and often kept himself hidden away in a tent with his Mother. This gave Roose free reign on organising the slowly growing camp on his side of the River, and his men were always in position to wait for the signal.

That came when Roose was talking to one of Rickard Karstark's sons as they were overseeing some of the boat arrivals. As the horns and drums were heard from over the hills to the South and Lannister banners were spotted, Roose knew it was almost time. Smiling when he only saw around a thousand men, he turned to the Karstark boy.

"Go and rouse Lord Stark. We're being attacked." He said urgently. The boy nodded and ran off to the command tent. Roose turned to his second in command then and added. "See that the men are ready, I want it to be swift and sudden."

"Lord Bolton." Locke bowed and left. Roose then stood, and all he could do was watch as the small numbers of Lannister men ran down the hill to be assaulted with arrows from the terrified Northerners on the Western bank.

The front lines fell, and Roose said a quick prayer for the Northerners he knew to be among the recently deceased. Men like Torrhen Karstark, one of the Manderly men and one of his dead wife's brothers. As he opened his eyes again he could hear Robb Stark and his Mother behind him.

"Is that it?" Robb asked. "It can't be…"

"Tyland Lannister is dangerous Robb, he must have another plan." Catelyn said as the swords clashing could now be heard.

"We have to do something." Robb growled. "We need Frey…"

"Walder Frey has been promised the Riverlands." Roose interrupted. "He won't open those gates for anybody other than the Kingslayer himself."

"Damn traitor." Robb growled again. Roose laughed internally, knowing what was to come.

As he predicted, more horns were heard as the full extent of the Lannister army appeared over the hill. In formation the infantrymen walked slowly down the hill, banging their shields so loudly that it could be heard clearly from where Roose was standing.

"Gods…" Catelyn gasped.

"It'll be a slaughter." Robb said, wide eyed. Roose agreed, as did a number of the Northerners on the other side of the river, who had abandoned all hope of fighting and had begun to attempt to swim across the Trident. All those on the Eastern bank could do was watch as the Lannisters slowly surrounded the remaining Stark men and carved through them like butter.

"I can't watch." Cat cried, turning away. Roose followed her vision as his man came back into sight and nodded. Sighing, Roose whipped out his dagger and plunged it into Robb Stark's heart.

The boy gasped, his eyes horrified. "Why?" He gurgled, catching the attention of Catelyn Stark who screamed in anguish.

"Robb!" Was all Roose heard until Locke had her in a headlock, mouth covered.

"I apologise, My Lord." Roose told him. "But you would have killed us all." He pulled out his knife and stabbed once more, feeling the life of the Stark boy ebb away. Pulling his knife out once more, he watched the Stark fall to the floor unmoving.

Around him, the Bolton forces had begun their own slaughter, taking the unprepared Northern men by surprise. Horses were soon heard as Frey knights joined them from the Twins, aiding in the mass killing.

An hour was all it took for the last screams to die down. Only the highborn had been spared, around a dozen Lords and sons captured and put in chains, being led to the dungeons in the Twins by Jaime Lannister himself. Roose Bolton had ended up crossing the river once more and meeting up with Tyland Lannister.

"Lord Tyland." He greeted.

"Lord Bolton I presume." The tall Lannister replied. "I'm glad to see you alive My Lord."

"The Stark's had been defeated at the Whispering Wood." Roose told him. "All we did here was basically pest control."

Tyland smirked briefly. "Quite, but it's a decisive victory all the same. This war is over now, the Starks have a child as their Lord and we can all focus on the two Baratheon usurpers in the South."

Roose agreed, and the two walked slowly towards the Frey castle. The scene around them was filled with bodies being piled up. "So, what happens now?" Roose asked.

"We'll eat inside the castle, we'll rest for the night and then discuss how to keep a lasting peace with the Starks in the morning." Tyland replied. "I heard you're recently wed. Go and be with your new bride My Lord."

"I mean in terms of the North." Roose said. Tyland nodded.

"Again, we'll discuss on the morrow." The Lannister told him. "Stark's head will travel with me back down South however, if you could retrieve it that would be most helpful."

Tyland began to walk away then, and Roose stared icily at the back of his blonde head. He would obey for now as this allegiance had given him the title of Warden of the North, but that didn't mean he would accept being spoken to like a common servant.

Loren hated to admit it, but he was extremely disappointed at the sight of King's Landing as the army entered the city through the Dragon Gate. The place stunk from miles out, and the Red Keep just wasn't anywhere near as impressive as Casterly Rock in his eyes. He longed for home, to hold Cerenna and tell her that he was ok, to jape with his Great Aunt again and to ride into Lannisport, a city that actually functioned and didn't look like everyone had just tried to cram as many people as they could inside the walls.

"Have a guess at how many people live here." Tyrion called from next to him.

"Lannisport is bigger and holds around 250,000." Loren told him. "But it's not as cramped, 300,000?"

Tyrion grinned. "Double that."

Loren shook his head. "No wonder it stinks of shit, it's got nowhere to go."

"Give me a year, and I could have the sewers as functional as I did at the Rock." Tyrion grinned.

"Enough joking." Came the authoritative voice of Tywin from in front of them. "We're Lannisters, act like it."

Loren did as he was bid, but in his peripheral he saw Tyrion still smirking as they rode through the city towards the Red Keep, dismounting once they had arrived.

Tywin stood regally staring up at the castle as Tyrion was helped off of his horse. "Loren, Kevan, Tyrion. Follow me to the Small Council chambers. The rest of you settle in to your chambers." He ordered the group.

Loren did as he was bid and fixed his sword belt before following his Grandfather through to the Throne Room, where he saw the Iron Throne for the first time. "Wow…" He said, thinking of the history.

"It's uncomfortable." Tywin told him, allowing them to stop for a moment. "And if you'd been there to see the Mad King's scars, you'd know it was sharp."

"They say only improper rulers cut themselves on the Throne." Tyrion explained. "Maegor the Cruel especially, it's said he sat down one night and the Throne cut open his wrists and stabbed him through the neck."

"Superstitious nonsense." Tywin scoffed. "Someone murdered him because he was waging war on the faith, that throne is only a danger to the foolish, as Aerys was."

Loren looked at the Throne once more, imagining seeing a King sitting dead on the steel, before moving through to the back room where the Small Council was taking place. Loren recognised his Aunt at the head of the table and guessed most of the others in the room. Pycelle and Varys were easy to spot to Cersei's left, and Loren guessed Littlefinger was opposite the Spider. The man to Cersei's right however he didn't recognise.

"Father." Cersei said, surprised. "We weren't expecting you."

"Clearly." Tywin said, sitting at the other end of the table. Kevan and Loren both went to grab some extra seats for the other newcomers. "I would have expected a better greeting if you had."

Loren sat down to Tywin's right, and Tyrion sat down between him and Baelish. "Well isn't this lovely." The dwarf said. "Although, I can't imagine why Janos Slynt is here."

"I was invited onto the Small Council by the decree of His Grace." Slynt said pompously.

"His Grace is a boy of 14. You may leave now." Tywin said. Slynt looked to complain but a look from the Lannister patriarch silenced him. The Commander of the Gold Cloaks unhappily got up and left the room.

Tyrion grinned. "It always makes me smile when you do that."

Tywin ignored him. "Where is the King?" He asked.

Cersei shifted in her seat. "The King is busy." She answered.

"Killing cats?" Tyrion asked, ignoring Cersei's glare.

"He should be here, learning what it means to rule." Tywin told his daughter.

"The King has many important matters…"

"Don't pretend." Tywin snapped. "You let that boy get away with too much. Sending the ravens of Ned Stark's treachery was a level of foolishness that rivals Aerys."

"We're lucky we have you to thank for swiftly putting that rebellion down, Lord Tywin." Baelish bowed his head.

"And now we have to do the same for the Baratheon brothers it seems." Tyrion said.

"Why are you here?" Cersei snapped at Tyrion.

"By my invitation." Tywin said coldly back. "Leave us." He said to the other three. Baelish and Varys fled quickly, and Pycelle followed slower, stopping only to welcome Tywin to the city and hand him the badge of office. "You need to gain control of him Cersei, I will not advise another Aerys."

"You aren't, you're serving your Grandson." Cersei responded.

Loren watched as Tywin clenched his teeth at hearing he was serving, before the elder man relaxed his jaw. "From tomorrow he will be at these meetings, but you will not be."

Cersei looked furious. "I am the Queen Regent."

"By order of yourself." Kevan said calmly. "Your Father is the Hand of the King, he can overturn such matters."

"Not if the King disagrees."

"And he will not." Tywin replied. "I've been in this city for less than an hour, and I'm already hearing dangerous stories. Loren."

Loren cleared his throat and began to repeat some of the things they had heard on the way in. "Babies and children have been murdered in their homes by the Gold Cloaks by order of His Grace. Ned Stark's body was paraded around the city by order of His Grace. Beggars have been flogged, by order of His Grace…"

"Thank you." Tywin said, turning back to Cersei. "All are idiotic, and you have failed to control him. Why should I trust you to remain as his Regent if he won't listen to you?"

Cersei shook her head, her eyes showing signs of fear. "He won't listen to me because he only fears Tyland. When he left… he thinks that he's untouchable now he is King."

Loren groaned inwardly, and Tywin seemed to agree. "He'll soon learn he isn't when Stannis Baratheon comes looking for his head. You will tell him that he will be at the Council meeting tomorrow."

Cersei nodded. "He won't listen."

"Make him." Tywin said coldly. "Also tell him that from now on he will be sparring with Loren on a daily basis. He needs to act like a King, not a spoilt child."

Cersei looked coldly towards Loren, but he held her stare unflinchingly. "I will be glad to aid His Grace." He said calmly. Cersei didn't respond, instead dismissing herself from the room.

"We have organised a tourney next week for His Grace's name day." She told Tywin before she left. "You'll receive the arrangements tomorrow."

Tyrion waited until she had left before speaking. "No matter how old she gets, that never gets old." He grinned.

"Get out." Tywin told him sharply. "Go and find something on Slynt. Harrenhal and a Small Council seat is no reward for betraying the Warden of the North. He thinks too much of himself, a lifetime on the Wall ought to bring him down a notch."

Tyrion exaggerated his bow as he left the room too. Kevan then turned to Tywin. "You're too hard on him."

Tywin scoffed. "He has been nothing but insolent for decades."

"Because he knows you will never approve of anything he does. He's the cleverest of the four, you know that." Kevan said.

Tywin just stared coldly in front of him. "Then let him run away to the Citadel and I can wash my hands of him."

Tyland woke up later than usual the day after the Battle outside the Twins and took his time in getting ready. Jaime met him outside his rooms, and the two walked in silence to the main hall where all the surviving Lords had been gathered. He entered the room and sat down between Roose Bolton and Walder Frey.

He could see all the angry eyes staring up at him. The Lords of House Karstark, Glover, Forrester, Umber, Flint and a few other banners that Tyland didn't recognise all chained to their seats. A few of Walder Frey's female descendants handed them all some breakfast and some wine, before doing the same to the high table. They allowed everybody to eat and drink, and when he was finished Tyland stood up and addressed the room.

"My Lords, My Ladies." He said, looking towards the couple of women from House Mormont. "It pains me to meet in this manner, but your actions against the South has led us here."

"Fuck you Lannister!" Karstark shouted. Tyland just looked at him coldly.

"Quiet Rickard." Maege Mormont sighed. "We've lost, don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"Listen to Lady Maege, Lord Karstark." Roose Bolton said, but that only angered the Mormont woman.

"You have some nerve, traitor." She snarled. "The North will remember this. You mark my words."

The others murmured in agreement, and Tyland let them quiet down before he continued. "You make a good point My Lady. The North should remember. They should remember what happens when an arrogant boy marches on the South, and they should remember the result of that. You all failed. What your rebellion was for after Ned Stark brought about his own death by threatening the crown, I don't know."

"Liar." Said a woman's voice in the corner of the room, and Tyland noticed Catelyn Stark, her eyes tearstained and her hair a mess. "Ned would have never. You murdered him, you and your family. Just as you murdered Jon Arryn and the King."

Tyland shook his head. "I don't know what the Maesters have been putting in your drinks, My Lady. But they are some treasonous statements."

"You'll rot in all the Seven hells for all you've done." Catelyn said, a tear slipping from her eye.

Tyland smiled slightly. "We aren't here to talk about lies and justification for this failed rebellion, we are here to discuss how to move forwards, and to welcome the North back to the fold."

"We'll never join you." Rickard Karstark snarled. "The Lannisters killed my son, the Boltons another. I'll die before ever kneeling towards the pair of you."

"Such a brave man for a prisoner hehe." Walder Frey grinned.

"You'd be dead quick as anything if I wasn't in these chains, you traitorous weasel." Karstark spat.

"That's enough." Tyland said commandingly. "Your threats mean nothing, Lord Karstark. The facts are that you are a prisoner, and you have lost. If you'd like to die, then say the word and I'll make it happen. If not, then shut up and listen."

Karstark stood up, his arm hanging low as he tried to look commanding while chained to the table. "I'd die a thousand times before kneeling to you." He growled.

"Rickard…" Gregor Forrester tried to plead.

"No!" Karstark roared. "Any of you that kneel to traitors become traitors. I am kin to House Stark and these fuckers conspired to murder them! You can all burn if you even consider kneeling!"

"Sit down for fuck sake." The Umber Lord snarled.

"No, Smalljon." Rickard said, before standing as tall as he could facing towards the high table. "Do your worst, Lannister. Kill an unarmed man and the whole world will know you for a coward."

Tyland was impressed at his defiance. "He's right. It would be wrong to kill an unarmed man. Give him a butter knife." He said to Walder Frey, before nodding to Jaime. The Kingsguard stood and unsheathed his sword, waiting for the Karstark Lord to be unchained and handed a butter knife before Jaime slashed his neck open, sheathing the sword as the elder man thudded to the floor. "Anybody else?" Tyland asked as Jaime sat back down. None of the Northern Lords spoke, until the heir to White Harbour spoke.

"What do you want from us?"

"A hostage, each House will send a hostage to the Dreadfort to be brought up by the new Warden of the North until Brandon Stark comes of age. You shall all bend the knee to House Bolton, that is non-negotiable." Tyland began. "And the two Stark boys will be sent to King's Landing to live as wards of the Crown to ensure good behaviour from all of the North."

"Anything else?" Catelyn Stark asked, clearly angry at her sons being taken South.

Tyland shook his head. "King Joffrey is merciful. Bend the knee towards him and House Bolton and agree to those terms and you can all go home." He could see that the room was uneasy, but one by one they submitted, and their chains were removed for the Northern Lords and Ladies to kneel before the high table. Tyland smiled at the sight. "Now, let us toast this occasion and you can all leave to return to your homes at noon."

He waved the daughters of House Frey back, as more wine was poured into goblets. Tyland, Walder, Jaime and Roose all raised their own goblets, and Roose called out. "To peace."

He was sure he heard the Umber Lord swear 'Fuck your peace', but Tyland pushed it to one side as he took a sip from his water. He waited for a moment as the Northerners all drank, and they drank some more as their throats dried up.

The coughing started soon after that, as the strangler took hold. Tyland stood again. "This is your reward for treachery, My Lords. You will live long in the history books as the consequences of defying House Lannister." He said coldly.

A few had died already, the strongest of them were trying their hardest to make it to the high table to get revenge. Catelyn Stark had made it to the doorway before she dropped to the floor writhing in agony, and the Forrester heir Rodrik had managed to grab Rickard Karstark's butter knife and thrust it into the eye of one of Walder Frey's sons before he threw up bile and collapsed on the floor, his face purple. In a matter of minutes, the majority of the Northern Houses had felt the wrath of House Lannister.

"You could have warned me." Roose Bolton said, grimacing.

"I have not forgotten you rebelled too, Lord Bolton." Tyland told him. "This is a reminder for you and Lord Walder too."

"Rest assured, Lord Tyland." Walder Frey told him. "Our partnership shall live long in the history books. Lannister, Frey and Bolton will soon be bound by blood."

Tyland nodded. "See that it does. I shall send you the bride when she is 18 and not before, Lord Walder. She is my cousin after all."

"Of course." The old man bowed, drinking again.

Tyland looked back out at the scene in front of him, the bile of the Northerners beginning to hit his nose. "I think I shall begin preparations to head back South, My Lords. Riverrun still stands defiant."

"My sons will aid you, Lord Tyland. I want my castle to be still standing after all." Walder Frey grinned.

Tyland just nodded, standing up and leaving the room with Jaime, having to step over the body of Dacey Mormont in the process.

"That was horrible." Jaime whispered.

"You've seen worse." Tyland told him. "The Northerners got what they deserved."

Jaime just stood still, watching his Brother disappear around a corner. "Nobody deserves that." He whispered.

As if Tyland was ever going to let any of them get away! The North will remember however, but the rate of destruction it caused, how long will they need to remember for? The important names being killed here are as follows: Robb and Catelyn Stark, Maege and Dacey Mormont, Gregor and Rodrik Forrester, Galbert Glover, Wylis and Wendel Manderly, Rickard, Eddard and Torrhen Karstark, Smalljon Umber, Lord Flint of Flint Cliffs (not the Mountain Clan Flint) and Rickard Ryswell (Roose's former brother in law)

Writing the second Tywin scene was great, I love how he often just berates Cersei for her actions when they're stupid and both Tywin and Tyland are really fun to write for the commanding presence they have.

I hope you all enjoy it as much as possible, I know a lot of you hate Tyland and I can only imagine that this will increase that hate but be assured that's what I want from this story! He is a character to be hated.

Next chapter: Joffrey begins training with Loren and Tyland gives Riverrun an ultimatum.

Reviews:

Guest (Robert): Robert was in debt with his Father and was married to his sister. He couldn't have done anything if he wanted to.

Ataxius: There's not many people Joffrey is terrified of, Tyland is one of them.

tommyginger: I can see why people would call him a bit overpowered, but perfect is a bit of a stretch! He's just a Lannister with an imposing presence and skilful with a blade. The Jaime stuff was fun to write. His plan in canon was reckless and stupid, and with someone like Tyland there to see it clearer and to not underestimate Robb it made sense for me to bash his plan. You're right about the relationship with Cerenna too. At the moment Loren thinks the world of Tyland and will accept it reluctantly, but will that continue?

Supremus85: I don't think so. Tyland's plan didn't involve his whole army so he still had Riverrun besieged from all three sides, and the battle was away from Riverrun. I'm glad you think the character is well written though, and pleased you want him to die painfully as that's what I want the readers to want!

lazyguy90: Definitely not now!

DaddyChad: He's more loyal to Tywin as he is the liege lord, but he's of an age with Tyland and Tyland has been left to command him more in this universe.

Guest (canon): That's what I want the readers to think!

Nobody: Spoilers!

Short War: Dany won't play a part in the story (other than the odd mention) until very late on.

ShpperofTrashyShips: I'm so happy you like the story. It's good that people are enjoying a 'villain fic' for a change!

ShadyBlazin: I want people to wish him dead to be honest, that means I'm writing him well!

akoslows: It just goes to show that Robb was very lucky that Jaime was as rash as he was in canon.

Hail King Cerion: Me clearing up Tyland's wish to not marry won't deter some readers, but I just like to reiterate that I don't 'pair' characters up unless it works for the story. Thank you for saying that about my stories too!

Lolmax: As I said to Short War, she won't turn up until very late on.

Change is Good: Tyland is a bit of a powerhouse at the moment, but it's not a given that he'll survive long enough to meet Dany ; )

SpheresOfLonging: It stands to reason that most people don't want to see the villains win, but that's the sort of world that George R R Martin has given us. It's fun to twist that to give such a horrible character the limelight.