I'm going to keep it fairly short once again here. The first scene borrows heavily from the show, but with a couple of key changes.

I own nothing but Tyland and Loren. Everyone and everything else belong to either George R R Martin or HBO.

Mentally torturing his cousin gave Tyrion more amusement than he would care to admit, but for once the boy Lancel had actually given him some useful information. As he held the glass container with the mesmerising green substance inside, the dwarf could only feel awe at the raw power of the small thing in his hands.

"Take care My Lord!" The old man Haylene said cautiously.

"I remember reading an old sailors' proverb." Tyrion began, his eyes not leaving the small jar. "Piss on wildfire and your cock burns off."

Tyrion learns of Cersei's interest in wildfire. Takes Bronn down to see the pyromancers and see's the jars. "You'll be making them for my Father, the Hand of the King." He noticed his sellsword Bronn smirk at that.

"Oh!" Haylene shook his head. "No, I have not conducted this experiment. It… it could well be true! The substance burns so hot it melts wood, stone, even steel! And of course, flesh. The substance burns so hot, it melts flesh like tallow." He added, with an enthusiasm in his voice that even the demon monkey of Casterly Rock as some smallfolk in the city were calling him found unnerving. Tyrion carefully handed the pot back to the old man, as he carried on. "After the dragons died, wildfire was the key to Targaryen power."

Bronn scoffed at the remark. "My companion takes issue." Tyrion noted.

"If I could tell you how many crazy old men I've seen pushing carts around army camps making grand claims about jars full of pig shit…" The sellsword began. "No offence mate." He added to the pyromancer.

"Our order does not deal in pig shit!" The old man proclaimed angrily. "The substance is fire made form, and we have been perfecting it since the days of Maegor!"

"To do what?" Bronn asked, still unimpressed.

The pyromancer waved his hands around for effect as he answered. "The jars are put in catapults and flung at the enemy!"

"How much do you have?" Tyrion asked, knowing that that was what Cersei had decided to go behind everyone's back and order.

The old man raised a finger in the air and walked over towards the key that granted entrance to the heavily fortified steel door. Bronn still wasn't too impressed. "If your father's best soldiers manned the catapults, then maybe you'd hit your target one time in ten. From what you've told me about his best men I rather doubt they'd be happy with flinging piss water from the walls though."

"My Lord this man is insulting." Haylene exclaimed, annoyed as they made their way to where the wildfire was being stored.

"I don't know if you've ever seen a battle old man, but things can get a bit messy, 'cause when we're flinging things at Stannis, he's flinging them right back at us. Men die, men shit themselves, men run. Which means pots falling, which means fire inside the walls, which means the poor cunts trying to defend the city end up burning it down!" Bronn argued.

"My friend remains unconvinced." Tyrion quipped.

"He would not dare insult my order whilst Aerys Targaryen lived." Haylene muttered angrily.

"Well he's not living anymore" Bronn told him as Haylene struggled with the door. "And all his pots of wildfire didn't help him, did they? Men win wars, not magic tricks." The sellsword added as the door was forced open.

Inside were shelves upon shelves full of jars, stretching down further than Tyrion could see. Haylene ushered Tyrion inside, and the dwarf slowly made his way into the room, looking around with a horrified look on his face. Haylene however looked proud. "We have bee working tirelessly. Day and Night, ever since your royal sister commanded us to do so." The pyromancer said gleefully. "Our present count stands at 7,811. Enough to burn Stannis Baratheon's fleet and armies both."

"This is a shit idea." Bronn noted from behind him, but the Lannister had a plan forming in his mind.

"I'm afraid I have to concur with my advisor, Wisdom Haylene." The dwarf said quietly. "The contents of this room could lay King's Landing low. You won't be making wildfire for my sister any longer." He told the man, turning back to face him. "You will be making it for Lord Tywin Lannister, Hand of the King."

The next Small Council meeting was as drab as ever, but Tyrion stayed behind as the rest of them shuffled out, twiddling his thumbs and humming a tune. "Why are you still here?" Tywin asked.

"Is it too much to just value the company of my beloved Father?" Tyrion asked with a jovial grin. Tywin kept his stony exterior, so Tyrion dropped the act. "I was wondering how the battle planning was going?"

Tywin raised an eyebrow. "You wish to know our plans? I didn't expect your last experience of warfare to have made such a lasting impact on you."

"Other than a bruise that I've still not shaken off." Tyrion told him, massaging the place on his head where the hammer hit him. "It didn't, but while I may not be a warrior, my mind is as sharp as ever, and I may just have a plan that won't burn down the city, unlike my delightful sister." Tyrion placed a roll of parchment on the table by his Father. "Read it if you like, I may not have a great mind for soldier formations, but I do value my life and the lives of my family."

With that he jumped down off of the chair and waddled away, Bronn following him as soon as he had exited the Tower of the Hand. Together they made their way back towards Maegor's Holdfast, passing by the training yard where the thudding sound of a sword hitting a straw target could be heard.

"Someone's angry." Bronn noted before the pair saw who it was, and Tyrion noted the recently cut shoulder length blonde hair at the back of his nephew.

"I'm sure I caught the bastard of Winterfell doing exactly this last year." Tyrion chuckled to himself. "He needed a good fuck too."

"You're his uncle." Bronn shrugged. "Take him out for the evening."

Tyrion sighed. "Alas, the poor boy values his virtue too much. Could you fetch us some wine? I think we'll need it." Tyrion didn't wait for a response and walked forwards towards his nephew who was going at the dummy in such a way Tyrion had the image of Robert Baratheon lashing out on Rhaegar Targaryen with all of his anger. "I think he's dead, nephew!"

Loren stopped mid swing, turning his head to see his uncle, his eyes red and angry. "I'm not in the mood for your lectures, Uncle Tyrion." He sniffed.

"Then perhaps this once I'll listen." Tyrion smiled sadly at him. "Come, sit down and talk to me."

"I don't want…" Loren began, lashing out at the dummy again. "To talk."

"But you'll do so anyway." Tyrion said firmly. Loren turned around fully, still angry, and threw the sword on the floor. "You'll dull your blade by doing that anyhow."

"What do you know of blade maintenance." Loren chuckled, his laugh not reaching his eyes.

Tyrion chuckled, helping himself down to sit against the wooden fence separating dummies. "Admittedly not a lot, but Jaime sharpened his sword enough for me to realise that using it dulled the steel, so it's an educated guess. Matters of the heart though, that's my area of expertise." Loren slumped down next to Tyrion as Bronn returned with a couple of wine skins, handing them to the pair of Lannisters. "Thank you, Bronn. Go and enjoy yourself tonight, I'll be fine with my nephew here." He said, flipping the sellsword a golden stag. Bronn grinned as he caught the coin, mock saluting the dwarf.

"You keep the strangest company." Loren noted.

"I am a strange man." Tyrion said, holding the wine skin out to knock them together before taking a swig. "Now, what's gotten you so angry?"

Loren blew out a long breath. "Father." He admitted. "Grandfather. Walder fucking Frey. Take your pick."

Tyrion knew immediately what he was talking about from that. "You're still hung up on my cousin I presume."

"Hung up?" Loren asked bewildered. "You saw us, you helped us sneak out to the beach!"

Tyrion kept a calm face. "I did, because she made you happy as a child and I wanted you as the future Lord of Casterly Rock to enjoy your childhood. We never got to, not really. I saw to that." He muttered the last part bitterly.

"Well you doomed me to a life of misery." Loren said through his teeth.

"We don't choose who we love." Tyrion sighed. "Especially as the heir to the Rock, you make do with what you are given."

"You shouldn't have to." Loren sighed. "I hate it here. I miss the Rock where we both would go out swimming; or let her drag me into Lannisport to help out the orphans and those in poverty, or just riding with her down the beaches."

"The Rock has it's charms. The twins included." Tyrion chuckled.

"It's just cruel." Loren said sharply. "Father knew my feelings and still made the betrothal. Grandfather knew them and refused to even discuss it this morning! I'm a Lannister of Casterly Rock and I feel like a helpless cripple." He spat.

"Count yourself lucky you're not me." Tyrion muttered quickly, hoping that Loren didn't hear. Unfortunately for the imp, he did.

"You're free to choose your life though Uncle." Loren sighed. "I don't get a choice."

"You could always join the Kingsguard like your Uncle Jaime." Tyrion grinned. "Or the Night's Watch, they need more men at the Wall."

"I could take no wife." Loren countered.

Tyrion's face fell into a scowl. "If it's a choice between that or the consequences of marrying without Father's leave, I'd take celibacy."

Loren was confused. "What do you mean?"

Tyrion sighed. "It's too harsh a tale for your delicate ears." He tried to jape, but Loren looked adamant. "Fine. Did you know I was once married?"

Loren looked surprised. "No."

"You were only young at the time." Tyrion smiled at the memory. "I was 16 and Jaime had returned back to Casterly Rock for a few weeks. He decided that it was time for me to be a man I suppose and took me out of Lannisport for a proper drink. On the way to the inn, a young girl barely a year older than I was being chased by some brigands. Well of course Jaime being Jaime went and killed the brigands, while I helped the girl."

"What was her name?" Loren asked.

"Tysha." Tyrion said softly. "Oh, she was a beauty. Beautiful dark locks and the most wonderful brown eyes I have ever seen in a woman. I gave her my cloak as small as it was to help cover where her dress was ripped and took her to the inn. We talked all night and I was as smitten as you are now. She sang me a sad song as I fell asleep that night, and the next day I found a drunk Septon and we married."

"That quickly?" Loren asked.

"That quickly." Tyrion nodded. "Do you know of that cottage a few days south of Lannisport, isolated and overlooking the Sunset Sea?"

Loren smiled fondly. "I dragged Lambert Turnberry out there a few months back when Alyn Farman bragged about his new ship that he was going to sail to Oldtown with, we saw him almost crash it."

"We stayed there." Tyrion said quickly, not caring about that story. "For two weeks we stayed there as man and wife, blissful as anything in the world."

"What happened then?" Loren asked, and Tyrion's face fell again.

"Father found out." He growled angrily. "Jaime came to drag us both to Casterly Rock. She was taken away while I was thrown in front of my Father and your own. The gracious Lord Tywin told me that Jaime had paid her and the men to appear on the street, and that my sweet Tysha was nothing more than a whore."

"But she married you?" Loren asked, confused.

"And to prove it." Tyrion continued angrily, not even registering Loren's comment. "He took me down to the barracks, where thirty men were clawing at each other to have their way with her, giving her a silver coin each." He was truly snarling now. "Her hands were overflowing with silver when my Father told the guards to leave, turned to me and told me it was my turn. I tried to refuse him, but he forced me to rape my own wife." Loren was watching on in horror, unable to say a word. "After I was done and we both were crying my Father handed me a golden coin to give to her. 'Lannister's are worth double' he said." Tyrion had tears in his eyes at that moment. "I never saw her again."

Loren sniffed as a tear rolled down his own cheek. "That's barbaric." He whispered.

"That is what happens if you disobey Lord Tywin Lannister." Tyrion snarled. "Only he clearly likes you more, your punishment is a Lord Paramount."

Loren clenched his fists in anger. "I have to do something."

Tyrion shook his head. "Take some advice, nephew. Accept this as your first love and move on. Marry whatever girl your Grandfather throws at you, fuck her and get an heir and then lose yourself in whores and wine. So long as he lives nobody will be happy."

Loren shook his head at that. "I have to be better, Uncle. We've ruled on fear for too long."

Tyrion admired his nephew's persistence. "You will be better, than your Grandfather and Father alike, I know it. But for now, all we can do is survive them both."

"I thought you and Father got on?" Loren asked.

Tyrion took a swig of wine. "Well enough when we're hundreds of miles away from Tywin, ever since that incident." The dwarf shrugged. "But I've never forgotten how he stood there and did nothing."

Highgarden was an extravagant castle. Sat on top of a large hill with a maze of a forest adorning the slope, Tyland would even admit that the thought of ever needing to take the castle would be extremely difficult. Luckily for him, A dozen or so men holding the golden rose banner of House Tyrell were riding out to greet his retinue. After a brief conversation about their business at Highgarden, Tyland was invited into the castle, taking note of all the shrubbery and ivy climbing up the inner walls of the castle.

He was led to the grand hall, a large room big enough to fit maybe 500 people inside. Two lines of Tyrell guardsmen dressed in full plate stood either side of an aisle big enough for maybe three people to walk through, clearly an intimidation attempt, but a poor one Tyland thought. Confidently he strode towards the Lords seat, where Mace Tyrell was sat.

It was a lengthy walk, but eventually Tyland made it to Mace Tyrell and bowed his head politely. "Lord Tyrell."

"Lord Tyland." Mace bowed his head back. "Welcome to Highgarden."

"What are you doing here?" The impatient youngster, Loras Tyrell asked sharply.

"Loras." His elder sister, Tyland presumed, soothed quietly. "Lord Tyland is our guest. Forgive my Brother, Lord Tyland. It has been a very trying period."

Tyland clenched his teeth, before saying. "I understand, My Lady. As for your question Ser, I am here on behalf of the Crown."

"We know why you're here." An old lady said from Mace's other side, the woman that Tyland had come to see. "You want the might of Highgarden allied to your bastard nephew."

Angry, Tyland growled. "Lies, spread by Stannis Baratheon to attempt to sway people in his favour. I can assure you His Grace is the son of King Robert."

"Oh, you can assure us?" Olenna Tyrell said with a smirk. "Were you watching at the conception?"

He felt his cheeks growing red, but turned back to Lord Tyrell. "The Hand of the King has numerous terms he would like us to discuss, Lord Tyrell."

"I…" Mace Tyrell began, only to be interrupted by the famed Queen of Thorns.

"Shut up Mace."

"Grandmother…" Margaery said sweetly.

Olenna waved her off. "Come, Lord Tyland. Help an old woman up to her solar and we shall discuss these 'terms' that Lord Tywin has for us." She struggled to her feet, grabbing her cane and began walking down the steps to take Tyland by the arm. The Lannister noticed Loras Tyrell storm off, as Margaery began whispering in her Father's ear about something that Tyland couldn't here as the old woman dragged him away with surprising vigour.

"Do we not need to wait for your son, My Lady?" Tyland asked as they went through a side door.

Olenna barked out a laugh. "Ha. You may like the terms that my son will agree to, but I haven't lived this long by letting Lord Oaf make such large decisions for us. No, you shall talk with me boy." They walked for a while, slowly heading up some stairs before they came to a large room with a singular, circular table in the middle with two chairs. Olenna moved straight towards the one by the balcony, and so Tyland lowered himself into the other one. "So, you want our armies even though we once fought on opposing sides? That's very unlike Tywin, I presumed he'd want House Tyrell's extinction. You both have form."

The vision of Dunna Drumm being thrown into the sea after Clegane had bashed her head in after the Greyjoy Rebellion came to Tyland's mind, but he didn't let it show. "The Hand of the King is a practical man. The Reyne's and Tarbeck's reached too far and payed for that. House Drumm made us look weak, so I did what I could. With House Tyrell though, we can work to our mutual benefit and spark a prosperous alliance that lasts for generations."

Olenna raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."

Tyland leant forwards, resting his arms on the table. "Ever since you've been the ruling House of the Reach your House has been undermined by others. House Hightower, House Peake, House Florent all have tried to rise above you. A union with the Crown now can make you untouchable." He told her. "I've known Renly Baratheon and his antics for years, I presume that Lady Margaery remains a maid?"

Olenna shifted in her seat. "Go on…"

Tyland knew that he had her intrigued. "House Baratheon of King's Landing cannot in good faith see the daughter of a traitor as its Queen, meaning that within ourselves we'd consider the King free to wed. Now that the Stark girls are no longer an option and King Robert isn't here to force that union, it seems to me that Lady Margaery has just become the most noble lady in the Seven Kingdoms, and for all his faults Renly picked his Queen wisely."

"Mace was a fool to agree to that match. Pushing the fourth in line to the Throne to crown himself was beyond lunacy and he managed it far too quickly for me to do anything about it." Olenna scoffed. "My Lord of Lannister, I think we may be able to have a very fruitful talk…"

The Tower of the Hand was often a desolate place, but the peace and quiet was something that Tywin enjoyed. What he didn't enjoy however was one of his guards opening the doors to his office. "Grand Maester Pycelle to see you, Lord Hand."

Tywin nodded. "Send him in." He said, returning to writing out a letter for his brother Kevan. He vaguely noticed the Grand Maester walk in and sit himself down in front of his desk. Tywin finished his letter, signing it at the end and set it aside, waiting to see if the Grand Maester was here for the reason he hoped.

"A raven from Highgarden, Your Grace." Pycelle said slowly, his acting continuing even in front of the Hand of the King. "Bearing the seal of Lord Tyland."

Tywin surprised himself by breathing in sharply as he took the raven message. Breaking the seal, he unfurled it and a rare smile graced his lips. Placing it to one side he quickly scribbled out his own agreement to the terms Tyland had negotiated and promised more ships to help ferry the Southern Reach Army over to the Crownlands. Folding it and pressing his seal to the red wax, he then did the same for Kevan's letter with the orders to send the ships, as well as keep an eye on the islands to the West. Handing both scrolls to the Grand Maester individually, he said. "This one is to be sent to Casterly Rock immediately, and this one is to return to Highgarden."

"My Lord." Pycelle said as he groaned standing up before shuffling out.

Once the door closed and Tywin was alone once more he stood up too, making his way over to a map of Southern Westeros that he had placed pieces on depicting where the armies were. Moving the rose figures closer to King's Landing and seeing how they outnumbered the stags now, Tywin forgot himself and grinned widely.

So, Tywin has gotten his alliance! Things aren't looking good for Stannis now…

A bit of an emotional scene with Tyrion and Loren too. That will be important going forwards…

Other than the introduction to the Tyrell's, the only other scene I had was mostly borrowed from the show, so cheers to Dan and Dave for that dialogue!

Until next time then, where Jaime potentially makes a huge mistake…

Reviews:

Black Magic99: In the very first chapter he ordered the deaths of children and Elia Martell and wiped out an entire house, ordering a 14-year-old girl to be raped in front of her grandfather. Now he's just solidifying House Lannister's rule on the North. The betrothal with the Frey's was organised while he was at the Twins and it was mentioned in chapter 10, so I don't see how his characterisation has truly changed. He cares for his family name, but he doesn't care for Cersei other than how her treatment by Robert shamed House Lannister, he doesn't care for the arrogance, and then the honour shown by Jaime, Tyrion he cares for in a way, but there's a reason for that that I will go into in the future. The only members of his 'family' he could say he cared for is his son because he's his son (but even that has its limits when he actively argues against Tyland) and Myrcella.

Silver crow: The way I'm thinking is that it was just a rumour and Tyland doesn't believe it in the slightest. As for him being interested in a woman unless I change my plans then no he won't be interested in anybody. I'd say that Sansa is overestimating her own abilities, but if I say anymore then it may spoil something in the future.

MasterOfDragonsGod: I 100% agree, I dislike her so much in the books.

akoslows: If I wasn't trying to write what I feel is a fairly realistic to canon plot then I'd agree with you, I'd love to see them come and stomp over this regime!

Freakdogsflare: It's pretty well known that spies in the North are hard to come by, and the two locations you mention are even less easy to get to than the North itself. Rickon isn't at Skagos though, that's a book thing.

ShpperofTrashyShips: Thank you!

Mr. X: Their relationship will never be the same again.

Guest (Lions fighting): No, I haven't considered it, it's not something that I'd be particularly interested in writing.

iHateHotWeather123: Your reviewing format really bugs me for some reason. I never said Dany would come over and win, I said she won't be seen until chapter 36 in a plotline I'm interested in writing. I answered your insult of me in a PM and I stand by my recommendation that this clearly isn't going to be the story for you.

Ataxius: You'll be disappointed, both have parts to play in the story.

AZW330: I'm glad you think that they have chemistry, Loren so far is just the typical golden heir, like Jaime is to Tywin and Loras seemed to Sansa to begin with. Now that fractures are beginning to appear he will begin to think more emotionally and make some mistakes.

Dipsyy: Maybe main character was the wrong term, but if my plan comes off he will be the one to have the most growth as a character and be a major player in the later stages of the fic.

Lolmax: He would never kinslay, even after the Red Wedding where it was guest right being broken it was a big red X against all the old laws being broken.

Hail King Cerion: Are House Tyrell really more experienced? If I've got my history right the only thing of note that they did was bend the knee when Aegon came calling and had their Lord brutally murdered by the Dornish after Daeron I had conquered them. House Lannister had also seemed fairly quiet before Fire and Blood came out but even then, they had been Kings for thousands of years, was very important in the story of Rhaena Targaryen and then one of the Lords brothers became Hand of the King (not a coincidence that his name was Tyland). House Tyrell have Olenna, but even then, she married into the family, and to a lesser extent Margaery.

Noah Mujica: Tyland was raised almost solely by Tywin so has the same drives as his Father. To make the House into a superpower that nobody will be able to match. Tyland was the heir and in this case was old enough and bitter enough at his Mother's death to be moulded and twisted by Tywin into the ruthless man that there is now. I'll go into why he doesn't shame Tyrion too much in a few chapters, and there is a reason to it. I have to admit I'm surprised Loren is your favourite as most readers find him boring! Myrcella was more a child that fancied Loren after a few weeks, Loren and Cerenna have spent years together, growing up together, playing together, learning together. Cerenna has other ambitions, but I've only written a few scenes with her, we barely know anything about the girl other than the views of somebody that thinks no wrong of her. Myrcella was betrothed to Dorne to give Renly cause for caution, and Tywin won't break his word now because he needs Dorne in the fold so that betrothal will stand and will be important during some drama later on in the story.

Supremus85: Cersei would absolutely love that, but while Loren is angry right now, he's not a fool to try and stage a coup. Seeing them both at the Wall would be funny though.

TheOnlyKing: The Lannister's curb stomping everybody isn't something I'd find interesting to write, and while they're supremely powerful now, they were in the show and still managed to mess it up a bit. The rise, the fall from grace and the rise again better sort of thing is something I'm excited to write.