It's been almost two months since this story was last updated, so I thought it was time that I tried to get one out! It made me really want to get to the next chapter too, so maybe that will come sooner rather than later… I don't know yet though.

I hope you all enjoy this update, although I fully expect by the end of it that it will be the next one that you want.

I own nothing but any OC's, everyone and everything else is the property of George R R Martin or HBO.

The day of Joffrey and Margaery's wedding was drawing ever closer, and with that came a frantic rush around the castle. Unfortunately for Tyland, this meant that as he was trying to get some work done in his office, there was almost constant shouting and movement outside of his door. After the fourth time of being distracted he gave up, packing up his office and leaving to go to his chambers.

He didn't expect to find Sansa there laughing as he walked in. His wife was sat at a circular table with a girl that Tyland recognised to be one of Margaery Tyrell's handmaidens, the Forrester girl. "My Ladies." He greeted.

Sansa was startled at his voice but rose to her feet and bowed her head, closely followed by Mira Forrester. "My Lord." She greeted back.

"Lord Tyland." Mira added softly.

"What are you doing?" Tyland asked. He noticed an intricately patterned dress on the table.

Sansa answered him. "Mira was asked to amend Lady Margaery's dress for the wedding, and as I had nothing to do but sit here I decided to help her."

Tyland didn't betray any emotions but was insulted that his wife would be fixing other dresses. He turned to Mira. "Leave us."

Mira looked at Sansa quickly, but the red head just nodded. "Go." She said softly. Mira did as she was told, picking up the dress and leaving the room in a hurry. As the door shut behind her, Sansa scoffed and went to pour herself some water. "You didn't have to be so rude, I offered to help. It was my idea."

"You are going to be the Lady of Casterly Rock." Tyland scolded. "With that title comes a certain image, you can't be fixing dresses it makes you look like a servant."

"That's why I invited Mira here, in the comfort of my own chambers." Sansa bit back, unusually brave. "I always loved sewing, and Mira is a friend of mine. We were in no danger here, Lord Tyland."

Tyland scoffed. "It's King's Landing, we're all in danger here." He shook his head. "Anyway, come. Let us take a walk around the gardens. It will be good for the castle to see us together."

He didn't see Sansa's look of distain, but the Stark girl dutifully agreed and finished her drink before she walked to his side and took his arm.

They dodged the majority of the madness surrounding the wedding and found the gardens to be fairly quiet that morning as they walked slowly and in silence around the area, two guards following behind them. Tyland even felt like he was enjoying the peace of it all until they turned a corner and walked into another couple.

The King and Margaery spotted them immediately, with Joffrey grinning at the sight of them. "Well isn't this precious." He swaggered over to them. "My Lady and her new husband."

"Your Grace." Sansa bowed, clearly wanting to be anywhere but there.

"Your Grace." Tyland repeated, less politely than his wife had.

Joffrey smirked at Sansa. "I'm surprised to see you out and about, I've heard that you enjoy wedded life so much that you rarely leave your chambers."

"Come, my love." Margaery tried to pull him away.

"Do you enjoy Lannister cock, My Lady?" Joffrey whispered to Sansa. Tyland ground his teeth willing the vicious idiot to move along. Sansa didn't respond and just looked at her feet, tensing up so much that Tyland could feel her nails digging into his upper arm. "I asked you a question! Hound! Tell her I demand an answer!"

Sandor Clegane was behind the betrothed couple and rolled his eyes subtly before he said. "The King asked you a question, Little Bird."

"The King might serve his time better seeing to his realm." Tyland interrupted before Sansa had to say anything. "Rather than torment his new aunt. I for one have a number of new laws that could use your approval to benefit King's Landing and your rule if you have the time later this evening, Your Grace. Or would you like to think about my cock for a while longer?"

Joffrey's eyes flared in anger. "You dare suggest…"

"I'm not suggesting anything." Tyland said icily. "I shall see you in the Throne Room after supper to discuss the laws."

"You can't speak to me like that." Joffrey exclaimed angrily. "Hound! Cut him down!"

Tyland scoffed loudly. "Come, Lady Sansa. Let us finish our walk." He bowed his head to the King and Margaery. "Your Grace, My Lady." He pulled Sansa away, being careful to glare at Clegane as he went to dissuade him of doing anything. Once they were out of hearing range he felt Sansa relax a lot more. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly. Sansa nodded, but he could see her eyes were watery. "You're a good liar, Sansa. But your face often gives away your emotions." He told her as softly as he could. "King's Landing is a viper's nest, if you can't control your emotions then you'll end up getting bitten one way or another. Control your emotions and stay straight faced and nobody will gain anything on you."

"That's easier said than done, My Lord." Sansa told him quietly.

Tyland snorted out a quick laugh. "True, and I have had years of practice whereas you have been thrown to the deep end. But you're a clever young woman when you try to be. Bring out the Lady Sansa that scolded me in our chambers more often, and even Joffrey will fail to amuse himself by tormenting you."

Tyland was actually pleasantly surprised when Joffrey did decide to show up later that evening, although he wasn't expecting to see Jaime with the King. "Your Grace, Lord Commander." The heir to Casterly Rock greeted.

"Her Grace the Queen Mother wasn't overly thrilled when she heard about your words earlier, brother." Jaime noted.

Tyland bowed his head, mock apologetically. "If Her Grace wishes to discuss the matter, then she knows where I am. Tonight though, I wish to educate my nephew."

"Educate?" Joffrey asked. "I thought we were going over laws."

"That can wait." Tyland said firmly. "Tonight though, I want you to follow me and listen for once, can you do so?"

Joffrey looked like he was about to spit into a rage again, but at Jaime's encouragement he nodded. "Very well."

Tyland was glad. "Come then." He began walking back to the entrance of the Throne Room, not looking back to see if Joffrey was following. "I've noticed the Lady Margaery has been quite active within the city."

"Yes, she goes to feed the orphans or something." Joffrey waved off. "What does that matter?"

"It matters, because the people will love her for it, while they see nothing of you. Do you remember the Battle of Blackwater, and how you were jealous of Loren during?" Tyland asked.

"I was not jealous…" Joffrey argued like a child.

Tyland ignored him. "That was because the men that fought under him knew him, he made sure to make himself seem like a person to them rather than an aloof figure that expected them to give him the world." They left the Red Keep and walked over to the training yard, where a number of guardsmen were training. "You expect these men to fight for you, die for you even."

"Because I am their King." Joffrey scowled. "They should die for me."

"Then give them a reason to." Tyland told Joffrey. "Come, tonight we walk among them. Maybe even engage in a shooting competition. Let them know a side to you that allows them to believe that they are cared for, and they will fight for you a lot harder."

Joffrey shook his head. "I am still their King; they are sworn to…"

"The smallfolk are sworn to cut their crops and farm their lands. They don't care about their duty to you, all they care about is making ends meet. They may have a duty towards their Lords, but unless they live in King's Landing you are owed no loyalty. These are the men that should fight for you no matter what. Your future Queen is already proving to be effective in the city, you do your part to inspire the fighting men to follow you, and you shall never fear for your crown."

Joffrey clearly still didn't want to, but once he saw the archery range he groaned and said. "Fetch my crossbow."

Tyland had already arranged for it to be brought down, and once Joffrey had it in his hands he moved over to join in the training. Jaime moved to stand beside Tyland. "Where has this care of the garrison come from?" He asked.

Tyland just shook his head amusedly. "Ned Stark, if you can believe it. Apparently he invited a member of his household to sup with him every night to talk to them and get to know them. I figured this may be the best way for us to get Joffrey to gain the greater loyalty of his own men."

The day before the wedding there was the final meeting of the small council before the festivities got underway, and after all of the necessary details had been spoken about Tywin dismissed them but called on both Tyrion and Tyland to stay. "Why couldn't you have said that before I got off my chair." Tyrion grumbled, but sat down once more and looked at Tywin expectantly.

"A raven has arrived from Casterly Rock." Tywin explained. "The Stark girl has been locked away and will remain there until she bleeds, at which point she will be married off to my sister's eldest grandson."

Tyland knew Tywin Frey, commonly known as Ty, and he felt sorry for the boy for having to deal with the ferocious Arya Stark. "Riverrun will soon be firmly under our command then."

"As will Winterfell when you have a child by Sansa." Tywin said, almost accusingly.

"Soon." Was all Tyland said to that, refusing to be rushed.

Tyrion looked questioningly at Tywin. "You called us back to tell us that Arya Stark has been successfully transported to Casterly Rock?"

"No, that was just the only good part of the message." Tywin told them. He looked at Tyland. "Pray tell me why your son has risked out relationship with the Payne's and Walder Frey?"

That took Tyland aback. "Excuse me?"

Tywin threw the letter towards Tyland. "Your son has eloped with Stafford's girl, the one he was whining about while here. They ran off to Crakehall, married and consummated. Kevan is enraged."

'Loren you fool.' Tyland thought. "He was always strong minded." Was all he could say.

"He was also always loyal." Tywin snarled. "Everything we have worked towards is at risk…"

"He knew about Tysha." Tyland said quickly, interrupting. "He found out what happened to her and must have thought that our promises could not be trusted."

Tyrion's face turned into a scowl, and Tyland almost regretted mentioning her. Tywin's lips were pursed together in anger too. "Well then." The Hand of the King spat out. "We shall have to break this up again of course."

A glass goblet smashed on the floor, and Tyrion's face was pure rage as he stood on his chair to give himself extra height. "You will not." The dwarf snarled. "You will not harm that girl, nor will you do to Loren what you did to me."

"Of course I wouldn't." Tywin spat back, as cold as ice. "Loren will one day be the Lord of Casterly Rock, and Cerenna is a Lannister, not a whore."

Tyrion thumped the table. "She was not." He growled. "You will not ruin their lives as you ruined Tysha's."

"You give me commands?" Tywin narrowed his eyes glaringly. "I give you too much freedom."

"If you gave me freedom, I would still be married, instead of betrothed to a child." Tyrion spat bitterly. "Leave Loren be. He is happy, which is more than can be said of any of your own children."

"Careful." Tywin said calmly, but malice was in his eyes. "Did you put him up to this?" He accused.

Tyrion was even more enraged at the accusation. "I've lived through the consequences of your dislike all of my life." He snarled. "I wouldn't put my nephew through that even with the knowledge that it annoyed you."

"Tyrion is right." Tyland said to break up the glaring contest. "Leave them be. Cerenna is a Lannister and my own cousin, in any other circumstance this would be a good match. We can find another Lannister to give to Walder Frey."

"And House Payne?" Tywin asked, slowly trying to calm down.

"Are our loyal bannermen." Tyland said. "If they have a problem, let Loren go and deal with it himself with an army at his back. They'll soon back down."

Tywin shook his head, leaning back in his chair. "His selfish desires have risked everything; he should not go unpunished."

"He'll be forced to deal with his mistakes himself." Tyland explained. "It will force him to grow up and think as a Lord, not as a boy."

Tywin didn't look overly happy at that but looked between his two sons in attendance. "I presume you are both in agreement." It wasn't a question.

Tyrion answered anyway. "I will not sit on the same council as a man who would harm kin in such a way yet again." He scowled bravely. "Leave them be. She will be a wonderful Lady of the Rock. We have more important issues at hand than who Loren keeps in his bed." Tywin then looked at Tyland, who just nodded.

"Very well." Tywin said, bringing out fresh parchment to write a letter. "So long as he shares his plan with me first, he will fix this with the backing of the Hand of the King. But any more mistakes from him…"

"And nothing." Tyland said sharply. "He may be a child, but he is the best of us all. Once he has grown up and learnt that actions have consequences he will be a fine Lord of the Rock."

"Then make sure he learns." Tywin told his son firmly, signing the letter with a forceful scribble. "There is one more thing. Tyrion, you can go." Tyrion didn't hesitate jumping down from the chair and waddling away, closing the door behind him. Tywin got up too and walked to his desk in his solar behind the council chamber, coming back with a sword in its sheath and placing it in front of Tyland. Intrigued, Tyland grabbed the sheath on one hand and ran his finger along the golden ripples of the hilt, before reaching the carved golden lion on the pommel. He noticed the ruby in the cross guard too and was truly in awe of the exquisite design. "Unsheathe it." Tywin commanded.

Tyland did as he was asked, and the ripples of Valyrian Steel made him gasp. "Valyrian Steel… freshly forged?"

"There are three living smiths who know how to rework Valyrian Steel." Tywin explained, sitting back down. "One of them is our very own Tobho Mott."

Tyland had Red Rain back in his chambers and knew that it can't have been that sword. "And this much steel came from…?"

"From somebody who no longer had need of it." Tywin said calmly.

Tyland smirked knowingly. "The Stark's won't like that."

"The Stark's will soon be extinct." Tywin explained. "The only living members of the House are women; one is now a Lannister and the other will soon be a Frey. As Sansa Stark is now the Lady of Winterfell by all rights her son will inherit. I'm not a cruel man, this sword forged from her Father's blade will still belong to her descendants, but the blade was absurdly large."

"So you split the steel between two swords?" Tyland asked.

"I did." Tywin confirmed. "The other will go to Joffrey as a wedding gift tomorrow. A King should have a worthy weapon."

Tyland sheathed the sword again and placed it on the table. "I already have a Valyrian Steel blade though, owning two is… greedy."

Tywin scoffed amusedly. "I was going to suggest sending Red Rain to Loren, but it would be unwise to reward him after todays news. Gift him the blade at a moment where a reward is warranted, but this one, whatever you name it, is for you. To be passed down to your son by Sansa."

Tyland nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Father."

"Do you have a name?" Tywin asked with an eyebrow raised.

Tyland held up the blade so that the hilt was eye level. "Pride." He nodded. "It is called Pride."

Loren and Cerenna's arrival back at Casterly Rock turned out to be unsurprisingly eventful after their elopement to Crakehall. Cerenna's twin Myrielle had greeted them on the Lion's Mouth with a grim expression.

"Father is furious." She told them as they walked back into the castle. "Lord Kevan is furious. Lord Emmon is even more furious."

"Emmon wouldn't fart if Aunt Genna didn't give him permission." Loren rolled his eyes. "I will never apologise for following my heart."

Myrielle turned on him, jabbing him in the chest forcefully with her finger. "This isn't a joke, Loren." She snapped, looking between the newlyweds. "We've not heard from Payne Hall yet, but Lord Walder is said to be irate."

"Let him rant." Loren said. "If he is that angered then the old goat can come to Casterly Rock and chastise us himself."

"Loren." Cerenna whispered, placing her hand on his chest gently to calm him. She then spoke to her twin "We knew this would happen and are willing to face the consequences."

Myrielle only frowned. "Father would have disowned you if it hadn't have been for Mother, Ren. He was angrier than I've ever seen him."

"Words are wind, sweet sister." Cerenna smiled.

"But some winds are strong enough to knock down castles." Myrielle warned. She couldn't hold a straight face for too long though, as she grinned and hugged her sister. "That being said, I personally couldn't be more delighted, although I would have appreciated an invitation."

Loren snorted out a laugh but appreciated her support. They soon arrived at the castle and Loren took Cerenna to his room, where he was interested to note that Cerenna's things had been moved to already. As Cerenna moved to unpack, Loren saw that on his desk was a stack of letters and other papers. Sighing, he picked the top one up and went to open it when a knock on the door was heard.

"Enter." He called. It was Genna, and Loren gulped as he saw her. "Aunt Genna."

"Aunt Genna, he says." Genna Lannister mocked. "Well, boy. I think you have some explaining to do."

Loren took a deep breath and shook his head. "No, I don't need to explain myself to anybody. I've been in love with my wife for years now, and I did what I knew to be right in my heart."

Genna looked at him in surprise and barked out a singular laugh. "You have balls, Loren, I'll give you that." She chuckled some more. "Frankly, I couldn't care less. I should have been enough for my horrid goodfather and Tywin knows it." She looked between Loren and Cerenna, who was stood stiff in the corner of the room. "Are you sure you're prepared for the future?"

"I'm prepared for anything." Loren said firmly. Cerenna just nodded.

Genna smiled widely. "Good." She said brightly. "Because you have letters to write, young man. Namely to Lord Payne and Lord Frey." She held out an opened letter. "Tywin has commanded that you handle this mess yourself considering you got us into it."

Loren took the letter and recognised his Grandfather's handwriting. "So long as I clear it with him, I have his voice as the Hand of the King." He read out, surprised. "Even after this?"

Genna smirked. "It seems that although he's angry at you, you still impress him." She went to leave the room then, before turning back quickly. "Don't break our trust again, Loren, and be careful. The world isn't kind to oath breakers."

The door quickly shut behind her, and Loren turned to Cerenna with a bemused look on his face. "Well… that went better than expected."

Cerenna was about to laugh too, and Loren quickly moved over to kiss her once more. "You have… a stack of papers." She said in between kisses.

"They can wait." Loren grinned. "I want to spend time with my wife."

Tyland was in his office late on the night before the Royal Wedding, mulling over Gold Cloak reforms when a knock was heard at the door. Vylarr opened it and announced. "Lord Varys to see you, Lord Tyland."

"Send him in." Tyland replied, wondering why he was being visited by the Spider. The man was in a colourful robe as always, his hands in the opposite sleeve as he came in and bowed.

"Lord Tyland." Varys greeted.

"Varys." Tyland responded, intentionally leaving out the false title. "You have everyone here on a hook, calling a landless eunuch 'Lord'. I'm almost impressed.

Varys giggled. "No matter my protests, the title is still given to me."

"I'm sure your protests are most thorough." Tyland rolled his eyes. "What is it?"

"You care for your brother deeply, do you not?" Varys asked.

Tyland narrowed his eyes. "You'll have to be more specific; I have two brothers after all."

Varys smiled fakely. "Lord Tyrion."

Sighing loudly, Tyland placed his quill on the table gently. "What is this?"

"Your brother is playing a dangerous game, Lord Tyland. He kept a whore while camped with the Lannister army during the war with Robb Stark, and even though he was commanded to forsake her, she still shares his bed."

'He never learns.' Tyland thought angrily. "And you care about this why?"

Varys looked offended. "I care about the lives of innocents, Lord Tyland. If Tyrion won't part from this girl then I fear for her life. Your Father is not kind with those who he suspects of whoring with Lannisters."

That was an understatement, and not a lesson that Tyland would ever forget. Even without thinking of Tysha he still vaguely remembered the cries of his Grandfather's whore as she was stripped and paraded from Casterly Rock every day for a fortnight before being exiled from the Westerlands in shame. "And so you come to me."

"I do." Varys confirmed. "If anybody has the presence to be able to save this woman from your Father, it is you, My Lord."

"She has been safe up until now, what has changed?" Tyland asked. He didn't want to get involved in Tyrion's love life again if he could help it.

Varys' next words made staying out of it impossible, however. "My Lord, they have been spotted together by one of your sister's spies."

Silently cursing, Tyland clenched a fist. "And of course, Cersei will run to Father about it." He said out loud. "Very well. If you are serious about saving this girls life then prepare a ship to leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is the day of the wedding, Lord Tyland." Varys reminded him.

"And that is why it is perfect for a ship to slip away unseen while all eyes are on my nephew and the Tyrell girl." Tyland replied coldly. "Do it." Varys bowed and went to leave, but Tyland called him back. "And if this is an elaborate plot of some kind Varys, your balls won't be the only round object that finds itself detached from your body."

Varys smirked. "I understand, Lord Tyland. I promise you; I have the interests of Lord Tyrion in mind."

"Good. Now go." Tyland told the eunuch, who bowed once again and left the room. Tyland could then relax slightly, as he placed his elbow on the desk and rested his chin in his hand, sighing once more. He looked down at his work and knew he wasn't going to get anywhere that night so pushed it aside as he began brainstorming how to get it into Tyrion's head that he was walking a dangerous path.

Pride is Oathkeeper from the show. The exact look of the show sword, just named differently of course. Loren will get Red Rain eventually, but for now it just means that Tyland has two Valyrian Steel swords. Tyland has also taken Sansa's advice to heart and implemented it while giving her a bit of a lesson in return… maybe the pair will start to get along properly?

Elsewhere Loren is back at the Rock and will start stepping up as the acting Lord of Casterly Rock, although the fall out of his actions is just beginning.

I hope you all enjoyed it. Let me know what you think, or what you hope will happen at Joffrey and Margaery's wedding!

Reviews:

Tommyginger: Cerenna is still a Lannister so they won't do anything drastic, but it's House Frey and House Payne that will be the most pissed…

TheOnlyKing: Strong feelings either way is great for me to be honest. Tywin's way works as long as he is alive, which won't be forever. Loren wants to try and change that as he hasn't got it in him to be as brutal as his Grandfather or Father.

Supremus85: No 'Red Wedding' event would happen while Tywin was alive. Blaming Tyrion is a fun idea though and I included that here thanks to your review.

MasterOfDragonsGod: Thank you!

ShpperofTrashyShips: That's the mentality I'm having now! I don't know about less hated, but House Lannister will certainly go through the ringer by the time it's over.

Freakdogsflare: Sansa is tougher and more persuasive than you think, if she gets a chance she is going to fight tooth and nail so that any child of hers is seen as a Stark.

DesertMortician: That line may have been included intentionally haha. I originally had them accepting the legitimisation and refusing Ramsay Winterfell after being asked for it, but on second thoughts I think this was better and more in character for Tywin's family legacy.

Mach9330: As of right now they pretty much are untouchable. They've destroyed the Starks and the Tully's; Stannis is dead, and they have both the Reach and Dorne on side. Your Reyne idea would also need me to rework 99% of my plot, which isn't happening.

Silver crow: You're right about Tyland and Sansa, while he won't be ruled by her, he may start to treat her well. As for my other OC's (bearing in mind I'm nowhere near close to finalising even their characteristics let alone plot) the Tyrell is basically a more friendly version of Vaegon Targaryen (son of Jaehaerys) a bookworm who hasn't had any interest in ruling or fighting before. The Tully meanwhile is too young to have been a proper part of the Greyjoy Rebellion being younger than Edmure, though he could have been a squire given the year of birth I've given him. He is the announced heir to Harrenhal and takes things less seriously than Edmure.

AAALLlIII333: When you're at the top, the only place to go is down…

Kaarenth: You know I think you may be the only fan of Loren on this site haha.

Titus Pullo: He would have razed the Twins to the ground before Joanna married Walder Frey.