So the UK is now pretty much in lockdown… although I still have to work so it won't affect me too much. Thankfully, it does give me a little more time and I'm in a really 'Lannister' mood at the moment, so enjoy another chapter so quickly after the last one… probably the quickest I've ever uploaded again for this story.

Just as a bit of a refresher, Loren's friends all make a reappearance in this chapter. Ser Lambert Turnberry is now 19 and the heir of Redramble, Ser Eldrick Sarsfield is also an heir to Sarsfield and is 18. The other two have been knighted in between now and the last chapter they appeared in, so Ser Benarr Prestor is 18 and the heir to Feastfires, and Ser Damion Jast is 16 and the heir to Lonmount.

I hope you all enjoy the chapter. I own nothing but any OC's.

The Lannister's in King's Landing were all gathered in Tywin's chambers, although there was one notable absence, and he was the reason for the raised voices.

"He killed Joff!" Cersei cried. "I know it, you all know it!"

"We don't know anything, Cersei." Jaime said, trying to be soothing by placing an arm on her shoulder, but Cersei shrugged it off.

"It's obvious." She spat. "He was angered at his treatment and wanted revenge."

Tyland shook his head. "Poison isn't his style."

"He's an ill formed monster." Cersei glared at her elder brother. "His style is deviousness and treachery."

Tyland sighed. "Tyrion has always been loyal to us, no matter our treatment of him."

"Tyrion has always detested Joffrey." Jaime added thoughtfully.

Cersei looked triumphant. "See! He hit Joffrey whenever he could, he mocked Joffrey…"

"I hit Joffrey when necessary too." Tyland said coldly. "Are you going to arrest me too?"

"Enough." Tywin barked, silencing them all. "We don't know enough yet. All we know is that the Queen screamed, and Jaime found the King naked and choking on the floor."

Tyland grimaced at the image. "Did he consummate?" He asked.

Cersei looked outrage. "What does it matter if he fucked the whore?" She cried.

"It matters for the succession." Tywin answered her. "If Margaery Tyrell is pregnant…"

"It would take far too long to discover that." Jaime remarked.

"No more than a month." Tyland stated. "We can postpone any coronations until we know that the Queen is not pregnant."

"My son is dead! Murdered!" Cersei screamed. "I want justice!"

"And you shall have it!" Tywin raised his voice back.

Cersei looked pissed off at all of the men in the room. "I want his head. I know he did this."

"Tyrion was nowhere near the King's chambers at any point during the night or this morning." Tyland stated.

Cersei shook her head. "He didn't need to poison the wine himself, idiot."

"Enough!" Tywin shouted, silencing the arguing siblings. "This is bigger than either of your pride. Somebody has attacked House Lannister, and we need to find out exactly what happened." He sat down at his desk. "Jaime, make a list of everybody that was involved in the preparation of the King's Chambers. I want to know who went in, who prepared any food and drinks, who washed the linens. Everything."

Jaime bowed. "Father."

"Tyland, you will interrogate them all." Tywin commanded. "Leave no stone unturned. I want to know everything. Start with Tyrion."

"Consider it done." Tyland nodded.

"And Cersei." Tywin said, looking at his daughter. "Grieve with your children."

"I want to make him suffer." Cersei snapped.

"And we shall, once we know the truth." Tywin countered. "We shall do this right, and when we discover who did this, they will pay."

Before he did anything however, Tyland went back to his chambers for a moment of peace. As he was walking his mind was racing as to if Tyrion could have done it, and if not, then who else? Lots of people hated Joffrey, and some of them could have come to the wedding. He thought on his conversation with Oberyn at the feast and remembered that the Martell Prince was a supposed poison expert. Shaking his head, he realised that Oberyn was too proud to murder someone in such an underhanded manner.

He reached the door to his chambers and was surprised to see Ser Arys Oakheart outside the door. More surprise followed when he entered the room and noticed there were a handful of people inside. He saw Sansa sat up on the bed being seen to by a young Maester, as well as Mira Forrester and the Princess Myrcella sat down at a table looking concerned. "Is everything alright?" Tyland asked.

The Maester stood up immediately and bowed. "Lord Tyland."

"Sansa had a fall in the Godswood." Myrcella explained, seemingly the only one in the room not slightly frightened of the Lannister. "We brought her here to rest."

That concerned Tyland. "A fall, are you alright My Lady?"

Sansa nodded. "I am fine now." She said.

"What caused it?" Tyland asked.

"Getting up too fast I presume." Sansa shrugged.

"I am just exploring other possibilities, My Lord." The Maester said.

Tyland nodded. "Carry on." He turned to the Princess. "Princess, you may wish to go and spend some time with your Mother." He told her.

"Why?" Myrcella asked. "I want to see if Sansa is ok."

"I'll send word as soon as we find out." Tyland said. He moved over towards her and whispered. "Something has happened. The King is dead."

Myrcella was gobsmacked and stayed silent for a moment as she digested the news. "I… yes. She will be devastated." She stood up gracefully. "If you'll excuse me, Lady Sansa."

Sansa nodded, looking over concerned as she watched Myrcella almost run out of the room. "What's happening?" The red head asked.

"Lady Mira. Did you have much to do with the preparations of the King's chamber for the wedding night?" He asked the other girl.

Mira shook her head. "No My Lord. Myself and Sera were solely focused on the dress and preparing Queen Margaery. I don't know who handled the chambers."

Tyland sighed. "Very well. I would ask you to remain here with Lady Sansa for the time being. Don't worry, I shall clear it with the Queen."

"Is there a problem?" Sansa asked impatiently. "Why does Mira… What are you doing?"

The statement was directed at the Maester, who had begun to squeeze her breasts. "Forgive me, My Lady. Only I think I know what the issue was."

"And groping me gave you this diagnosis?" Sansa asked angrily.

"My Lady… I believe you are with child." The Maester said gently. Tyland heard the news and was shocked. He found the nearest chair and threw himself into it.

Sansa was equally as shocked. "Oh." She whispered.

"Have you noticed many changes?" The Maester asked. "Anything unusual?"

Sansa thought. "I have been more tired than usual lately." She noted. "And…" She looked awkwardly at Tyland. "My nipples… they are a shade darker. I thought that was just myself aging."

The Maester just smiled. "They are all signs, My Lady. I would have the Grand Maester keep a close eye on you however, just to make sure."

"You can do that, Maester…" Tyland trailed.

"Brenn, My Lord." The Maester answered the unasked question.

"Maester Brenn. The Grand Maester will be far too preoccupied." Tyland explained. "And I'm afraid movement around the castle will be restricted for everyone for the time being, so it might be wise for you both to move to rooms closer to Lady Sansa to attend her."

Sansa looked concerned. "Why? I didn't think I was a prisoner any longer." She asked, bitterness seeping into the girl's speech.

"For your safety, My Lady." Tyland said. "The King has been murdered, and until we catch the killer I'm afraid we just don't know how at risk any of us are."

Far away to the west, and oblivious to the situation unfolding in King's Landing, Loren was once again dressed for war. His helmet was on one of the counters as his new squire, his second Cousin Willem Frey, was tightening the last straps on his armour.

"Try and be peaceful." Cerenna stated from the dressing table as she combed her hair ready for the day ahead.

Loren snorted. "I'm in the wrong clothing for that." The now 18-year-old told her.

Cerenna gave him a look in the mirror. "You know what I mean." She told him. "This is our fault remember."

Loren winced as Willem had tightened it too tightly. "Less than that, Will. I need to be able to breathe." He wheezed.

"Sorry, Loren." Willem muttered, the 13-year-old loosening the straps before getting them perfectly.

"Much better. Go and gather your own things and prepare my horse." Loren told the boy, and Willem nodded excitedly before rushing off. "He's too eager." Loren noted.

"He's young." Cerenna told Loren, standing up and going to check Loren's armour was right. "You were the same before the Northern rebellion."

Loren rolled his eyes. "That was… different." He began with earnest, but he realised he was wrong as he finished. "Fine." He chuckled. "But this will be different."

Cerenna nodded, looking up at him inches away from Loren's body. "Make sure it is. The Payne's have been loyal before now."

"If they complain about what I've arranged…" Loren began.

"It's very generous." Cerenna smiled. "And if they don't accept, then heads and spikes. You are a Lannister, Loren."

"I am." Loren said firmly, kissing her softly. "I will not be cowed, I swear it, but I will not butcher them. Lord Tristan has been vocal in his discontent, if I cannot sway him with words, then perhaps his son will be more amenable."

Cerenna grinned. "That's my lion." She whispered, kissing him again. "Go, the sooner you leave the sooner you will be back here."

Loren kissed her once more before he grabbed his helm and his sword, Lionheart, before he walked out of his chambers and down through the castle towards the courtyard, where a select few had gathered in preparation while the main bulk of the host were outside the Rock. Loren noticed two of his uncles on his Mother's side, along with his friends Benarr Prester, Damion Jast and Ser Eldrick Sarsfield, men he hadn't seen in a while.

"My Lord." The three bowed to him with large smirks on their faces.

"Thank you for coming." Loren said honestly.

Eldrick grinned, his bow hung over his shoulder. "Well, somebody had to be here to make sure you didn't fuck up anymore."

Loren noticed Damion, the youngest of the group, snorting in amusement and he elbowed the 16-year-old. "Still, I appreciate it."

"Lambert will meet us before we ride through the mountains." Benarr stated.

Loren nodded, his eldest friend was situated closest to Payne Hall and his was the castle where Lord Tywin would send his final instructions to. "Very good." He noticed Willem Frey bringing his new horse to him, a white destrier with a golden mane.

"By the Seven even your horse is a Lannister." Eldrick laughed loudly.

Loren just grinned and mounted up, sticking his helm in his saddle bag. He noticed everybody around him doing the same. He moved his horse over to his middle Crakehall uncle, the eldest in attendance Ser Lyle. "You have the van, Uncle." He said firmly.

"As you say nephew." The Strongboar said in his abnormally deep voice. He whipped the reigns of his horse and both he and Loren's youngest Crakehall uncle, Ser Merlon, led the gathered nobles out. Loren was the last out, and he turned back towards the entrance to the castle to see his wife, her twin, and Ser Kevan Lannister all watching him leave. With a final nod towards his wife, Loren departed Casterly Rock eager to finish this as quickly as he could.

Tyrion had been moved to his chambers and forcibly kept there with no visitors, but thankfully being the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard gave Jaime some leeway. The door shut behind him, jolting Tyrion out of his book. "What are you reading?" Jaime asked his younger brother. Tyrion held it up. "The Testimony of Mushroom."

"Cersei's idea of a joke, I'd imagine." Tyrion said bitterly. "But illuminating none the less, there's something oddly satisfying about a dwarf fooling everyone and becoming one of the best sources on the Dance of the Dragons, even if it is a bit… fanciful."

"You always did love your histories." Jaime said drolly as he sat down beside his brother.

Tyrion smirked. "I could pretend I was a great hero instead of a malformed monster. Ser Aemon the Dragonknight mayhaps."

"You're not a monster." Jaime rolled his eyes having heard it a thousand times.

Tyrion sat up straight, looking at his brother. "You really believe that, don't you?" Jaime nodded. Tyrion just scoffed. "It's a pity our siblings and our Father do not agree."

"Tyland doesn't think you a monster either." Jaime said, he knew it would make no difference if he defended the others.

"He's the one that's locked me here." Tyrion rolled his eyes. "It is his guards outside the door."

"He's just doing his job, Tyrion." Jaime said carefully.

Tyrion scoffed again. "Does he really think I did it?"

"He defended you earlier." Jaime said pointedly. "But he has to go by due process to get to the bottom of it. Everybody is locked down, not just you."

Tyrion shook his head. "Cersei will make sure I get found guilty." He said bitterly. "I know it." The dwarf laughed then. "Me and Tyland, the two Lannister Kingslayers."

"Cersei isn't in charge." Jaime sighed, forcing himself to supress the memory of the Sack of King's Landing. "She has no say."

"She has enough say." Tyrion remarked.

"Did you?" Jaime asked. At Tyrion's blank expression he added. "Kill Joffrey?"

Tyrion scowled. "How can you ask me that." He accused.

Jaime held his hands up in mock surrender. "I have to ask."

"No." Tyrion said bluntly. "I don't even know how he died."

Jaime sighed. "I was on his door, the Queen… she made it clear that the marriage was consummated. They paused for a while and I heard footsteps, and then a crash. I burst through the door to see him on the floor as naked as his name day, writhing in agony, foaming at the mouth." Jaime shuddered. "It was horrible."

Tyrion looked fairly ill too. "It wasn't me, Jaime." He said insistently. "If I wanted somebody dead, I'd have just sent Bronn, not poison."

Jaime nodded. "I shall make sure that any trial is fair, I swear it."

Tyrion nodded, picking up his book again. "Thank you." He said honestly. Jaime smiled, kissing Tyrion on the top of the head before he stood up and walked to the door. "Oh, Jaime?"

"What?" The Kingsguard asked, turning back to face the dwarf.

Tyrion had a smirk on his face. "Bring me some wine next time."

The Heir to Casterly Rock was sat in his office going over some notes gained from Jaime's chat with Tyrion when the door opened. Initially angry, Tyland was confused to see Captain Vylarr pushing Sansa Stark inside the room, before shutting the door firmly. "What is the meaning of this Vylarr?"

"An attempted kidnapping, My Lord." Vylarr said firmly. "The court fool tried to spirit the Lady Sansa away from the Godswood."

Tyland glared at Sansa for a moment. "I thought I was clear in the need for you to stay in your chambers for your own protection."

Sansa scoffed. "Am I not allowed to pray to my gods?" She asked him bluntly. "I had all the protection I needed, clearly." She saw Tyland looking at her and shook her head. "If I wanted to go, I wouldn't have screamed."

Vylarr nodded. "Lady Sansa alerted us to the danger right away, My Lord. We apprehended the fool and he is being led to the Black Cells."

"Had you seen this fool before?" Tyland asked his wife.

Sansa nodded. "He had been kind to me up until today." She shrugged. "He listened to me, made me laugh. He even bought me a gift."

"What gift?" Tyland asked.

"His mother's necklace, what does it matter?" Sansa asked impatiently. "He tried to force me to go with him and I screamed while fighting him off, obviously he got the wrong idea of our friendship."

The Lannister heir stared at Sansa for a moment, not detecting any hint of a lie. "Very well." Tyland said. "Please escort Lady Sansa to our chambers and ensure that she stays there." He said firmly. "I shall interrogate the fool now."

"My Lord." Vylarr bowed. "Come, My Lady." He opened the door for Sansa, who just rolled her eyes and stormed out in the direction of their chambers. Tyland meanwhile placed his papers in a desk drawer and locked it before he also made his way out, but in the direction of the black cells.

He entered the dark room with a torch, and as the light filled the black cell he saw Joffrey's fool cowered in a corner. Tyland took a few steps forwards before he stopped, staring down at the cowering man. "Ser Dontos."

"It's been a long time since anyone called me Ser." Dontos said. He had a purple eye and his nose looked busted. "My Lord."

"You were lucky you were knighted at all after the defiance." Tyland noted. "I was young at the time, but I remember."

"My whole family died." Dontos said bitterly. "I should have died too."

Tyland didn't disagree. "You tried to kidnap the Lady Sansa. Why?" He asked.

Dontos smirked painfully. "My life is over, My Lord. Just have me killed and be done with it."

"Perhaps, or perhaps you are the key to unlocking this whole mystery." Tyland said honestly. "The King dies and on the same day my wife is almost kidnapped. A lesser man may think it is coincidence, but I think you know something."

"I know nothing." Dontos whispered, but Tyland noticed the flicker of his eyes.

Tyland took another step forwards, moving the torch to illuminate more of the room. "Do you know the history of the Black Cells?" He asked the man. Dontos shook his head. "They were built by Maegor the Cruel of course, but they aren't the lowest level in the dungeons. There's one more level, one that if you don't start talking to me, I'll have you taken down to."

Dontos' eyes widened in fear. "I… I really don't… please My Lord. Please."

Tyland crouched down so he was on a level with the prisoner. "Why were you trying to get Sansa out of King's Landing?" He whispered. "What do you know?"

"Nothing… I swear it My Lord I know nothing!" Dontos cried. Tyland sighed and rubbed his temples with his hand. Standing, he walked towards the door. "My Lord please! I… I swear!"

Tyland banged on the door to let the guards know he intended to leave. When the door opened, he turned to one of his loyal men. "Have Ser Dontos escorted downstairs." He said firmly before he walked away, allowing the fool's screams to die out behind him.

The Western host had camped at the foot of the mountains that guarded the Gold Road. The forces of House Turnberry had joined them, and so Loren had around 7,000 men with him ready to put the pressure on House Payne. As darkness had fallen, Loren had changed out of his armour and was relaxing around a campfire with his friends, grateful for their ability to distract him.

"The last time we were all together like this, was that before the battle at King's Landing?" The newly knighted Ser Benarr Prestor asked them.

Ser Lambert Turnberry nodded. "It must be, I was part of the army that marched home the next day."

"So much has changed since then." Loren noted. "We're all knights now."

Even Damion Jast had been knighted in the time between that battle and now, the youngest of them having said the vows just before they left Casterly Rock. Lambert smirked at the comment. "Nice of you all to finally join me of course."

"It's not our fault you are ancient." Eldrick Sarsfield grinned, lobbing a strawberry at the 19-year-old who blazoned his shield with the fruit. Lambert caught the strawberry and popped it in his mouth happily.

"Loren is right though." The Heir of Redramble shrugged. "I mean, you and Eldrick are married now."

Loren nodded. Eldrick Sarsfield had been wed to Jeyne Westerling around half a year earlier, while his own wedding was of course the reason they were all here. Benarr Prester snorted in amusement. "I bet on El's wedding night she was screaming Loren's name."

Lambert roared in laughter. "I forgot about that!" He cried. "She was your constant shadow as a child."

Loren held his hands up in surrender. "I haven't spoken to the girl in years."

Eldrick was amused too, however. "She was satisfied with my own arrow shaft, thank you very much." He grinned. Loren groaned at the obvious pun, with the sigil of House Sarsfield being a bow and arrow thanks to their skill with the bow.

"I've seen you piss." Lambert grinned, taking a swig of wine. "Arrow shaft is right."

Loren roared in laughter along with the rest of the group as Eldrick Sarsfield scrambled off of the ground and started wrestling with the Turnberry heir. Loren drank some of his own wine as he settled down.

"Just you wait until your own bedding ceremony." Eldrick said with a grin as he pinned Lambert down.

"You're betrothed?" Damion asked the eldest of them.

Lambert nodded. "It seems my friendship with our humble Lord Lannister over there has born fruit, I am betrothed to Joanna Crakehall."

Loren shrugged. "I've met her once, at my wedding." He said, speaking about his cousin on his mother's side.

"Once more than I have then." Lambert noted. "What's she like?"

Loren thought for a moment. "A bit dims." He said honestly.

"Perfect for Ser Strawberry then." Benarr grinned.

Lambert was also grinning. "A bit dim and a massive rack, if that's the case then I'll have a more than happy marriage."

Loren shook his head amusedly. "Speaking of betrothals." He sat up straight, trying to steer the conversation away from his cousin. "Cerenna heard a rumour that a certain Ser Jast is to be wed too."

Damion nodded, looking awkwardly at Eldrick. The Sarsfield heir just snorted. "Don't be scared, Dame. I can't wait for you to wed Lilliane, she does my head in."

"Oh great." Damion groaned.

Loren snorted in amusement. "She's fine, Damion." He reassured his youngest friend. "Pretty, too."

"She farts like a horse." Eldrick said bluntly shook his head.

Loren looked at Eldrick in bewilderment at the statement, before once again all of them bar Damion were roaring with laughter. "Why would you say that?" Damion exclaimed in annoyance. "Now all through our wedding I'm going to be expecting something!"

"Just don't bed her from behind Dame." Lambert grinned. "You don't want to be caught up wind."

"Gods." Loren scrunched up his face in disgust. "You're all pigs."

"What have I done?" Damion exclaimed again over Eldrick's cackles.

Benarr placed his arm around the young Jast. "Ignore them all Dame, they're just jealous."

"She is a lovely girl, Damion." Loren admitted. "Although, I wouldn't call myself jealous."

"Here we go." Lambert rolled his eyes.

Loren shrugged amusedly. "I'm just saying that I have the most beautiful girl in all of Westeros at my side."

"That's impossible." Eldrick wagged a finger. "What about her twin? She looks exactly the same."

Loren didn't have an answer for that. "Get some sleep, all of you." He said, getting to his feet. "I want to set off just after dawn."

The best thing about his friends was that after the relaxation and banter between them, they were all loyal to him and could sense the shift. "Of course." Lambert nodded. "Come on you sons of whores."

"My mother is not a whore, she's a Lannister!" Damion Jast cried out.

Loren groaned, knowing what was coming. He turned towards his tent as he heard the familiar joke come from Lambert Turnberry's mouth. "Lanna Lannister is NOT a real name!"

Two torches were the only form of light that illuminated the fourth level of the dungeons. It was the first time that Tyland had been down to this level, and some of the things made even his stomach crawl. The Braavosi Cradle looked like it hadn't been washed in hundreds of years, while there were still remnants of bones by the copper bull in the corner.

Dontos had been stripped naked and forced into an upright metal sarcophagus with small round holes in certain places, while the face remained open like a Lannister helmet. On a table beside the sarcophagus was a number of spikes, not long enough to fully impale through the metal of the sarcophagus, but long enough to pierce organs. Tyland took one of these spikes and began twirling it around in his fingers. "You could have spared yourself you know."

The last heir of House Hollard had red eyes from crying. "My Lord… please." He said hoarsely.

"You had your chance." Tyland said darkly. "Now tell me what you know."

"I know nothing, I swear it." Dontos cried.

Tyland shook his head, before he slowly slotted one of the spikes into the sarcophagus, barely piercing Dontos' intestine. The Hollard screamed. "There is nobody that will hear you." Tyland told him firmly. He picked up another spike. "The history of this is quite interesting." He told his prisoner. "It was brought over from Astapor during the reign of King Aenys, and Maegor the Cruel used it to kill Aenys' son Viserys. Then it sat for nearly 80 years before it was used again on Blood, the man that killed the heir to Aegon II." Tyland plunged another spike in, this time into Dontos' stomach. "And since then it's sat, both uncleaned and unused for over 180 years."

"My Lord." Dontos was weeping.

"Tell me what you know!" Tyland raised his voice. "Why did you try and kidnap my wife?"

"I was paid to!" Dontos cried.

"By whom?" Tyland asked firmly. When Dontos didn't answer Tyland added another spike, this time to the lung. "By whom?" He asked again.

"Lord Baelish!" Dontos cried. "He wanted her free! He promised me 10,000 gold dragons to cause chaos in King's Landing and to get the Lady Sansa away!"

Tyland gritted his teeth. "Cause chaos?" He asked.

Dontos nodded tearfully. "He gave me a necklace and told me it had been my grandmothers, and I was to give it to Lady Sansa and ensure she wore it to the wedding. If that didn't work, I was to be sweet with one of the King's serving girls and I poisoned the wine with Tears of Lys. All as he told me to." He was actively sobbing now. "Please, I only did as he told me under threat of death."

Tyland was almost panting as he digested the information. "So you caused regicide." He said quietly. "You are the reason the King is dead."

"I didn't want to! But Lord Baelish…"

"He's very persuasive, I know." Tyland nodded. "Thank you, Ser Dontos."

"Can I go?" Dontos asked.

Tyland shook his head. "You aided in killing the King, Ser." He pushed one more spike into Dontos' heart and waited for the screams to die down. "You will die down here, Ser Dontos. Your name will die out in disgrace." Tyland pushed the two face guards into place and ignored the muffled screams when the permanently placed spikes pushed into Dontos' eyes. He took a step away, allowing himself to calm down for a moment before he said. "Is that enough?"

"For now." Tywin's voice sounded as the elder man stepped out from the shadows. "Find the girl, corroborate the story by any means necessary. Then we shall think of a way to bring in Lord Baelish for trial."

Well then… Baelish is in trouble!

The Braavosi Cradle is this universe's equivalent of the real-life Judas Cradle, while the method of torture described in detail is a modified version of the Iron Maiden. I really hope my internet history doesn't get flagged at looking at all these medieval torture devices…

Well done to all of you who guessed that Sansa was pregnant! It would have been a fun day for her, Joffrey dying and realising that she's going to have a baby…

As I said before I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Reviews:

Supremus85: I'd argue that the plan is more 'Lorenesque'. Tommen isn't drastically different than he was in canon, he's just been training with a sword a bit, so unfortunately for you he won't be a strong, firm King right from the off.

Flamingp0tat0: Thanks, it's risky yes but if everybody does their part then we can all beat this!

Civil War: It's a 60-chapter story and any Lannister civil war is going to be towards the end of the story, but I think you may be expecting a lot more than what will happen.

Black Magic99: It'll be bittersweet in my eyes. Dany is still doing her canon thing, so at this point in time she is marching on Meereen. As for Arya, she is locked in the belly of Casterly Rock with the Lannisters waiting for her to bleed before they forcibly marry her to Tywin Frey, the Willem in this chapter's older brother.

DesertMortician: I love the Forrester's as well, and the thought of another Northerner in King's Landing was just too good to pass up in giving Sansa an ally. Joffrey's wine was poisoned. A riskier plan with Margaery in the same room, but it worked.

akoslows: It's been pretty happy for House Lannister!

Freakdogsflare: It depends who finds him first, whether it's Ramsay who is actively looking for him, or a Stark ally.

GodSpeed28: In chapter 20 you see what the bedding was like for Sansa… she cried during it.

Vwchick: Tyland is in charge of the investigation so he will be fairer on Tyrion for sure.

AAALLlIII333: Who says the Lannisters won't win? At this moment in time they are still the strongest house and the only region they don't have either a marriage alliance with or control over is the Vale.

tommyginger: You are correct of course! The who done it is obvious in this case though, although not for the characters in the story.

Silver crow: He may be ruthless, but Tyland still has a bit of a sense of humour after all! Those ideas are very detailed for sure, but with my current WIP's (Black Wolf Reborn and this story) as well as those listed on my profile in development I definitely won't have the time. I always say to those that come in with requests to try it themselves. I wasn't a writer before I attempted it, and even if it's not perfect nobody will write your own stories with more enthusiasm than you will. You're more than welcome to create an account and PM me with any ideas you need to bounce off me of course, but I won't have the time to write these properly I'm afraid.

TheOnlyKing: It just wouldn't be an interesting story overall if they win all the time.