2021 will be the year of No Mercy… If all goes to plan my Stark story will be finished by New Year, so this will be my main priority. It sounds silly saying that considering this story has been ongoing since 2017, but I'm determined.

But as for this chapter specifically, a few things I will share with you all. Payne Hall for me is similar in looks and surroundings to Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany, just all white.

I also felt it time to actually fancast some of the Western characters for my own sake, so I'll share that with you all here as well as remind you about some of the others that I chose.

Ser Loren Lannister – Jason Dolley (Blonde hair)

Lady Cerenna Lannister/Lady Myrielle Lannister – Abigail Breslin

Ser Daven Lannister – Liam Hemsworth

Ser Lambert Turnberry – KJ Apa

Ser Benarr Prester – Will Poulter

Ser Eldrick Sarsfield – Charlie Rowe

Ser Damion Jast – Tom Holland

Ser Lyle Crakehall – Henry Cavill

Lord Gerold Payne – Dennis Quaid

Ser Damian Payne – Jack Quaid

I hope you all enjoy. I own nothing but the OC's, everyone else is the property of George R R Martin.

Tyland stood beside his wife up in the gallery as the masses of Lords and Ladies lined up to swear their fealty towards Tommen. It was an extremely dull affair, and Tommen sat on the Iron Throne as stiff as a board, not knowing what to do or say half the time. His betrothal to Margaery had been arranged thankfully, but they would wait for another few weeks to announce it, giving the Tyrell woman enough time to mourn.

"How long do we have to stay?" Sansa asked unhappily under her breath. "I feel unwell."

Tyland knew she was lying but ignored that fact. "Not much longer, once the King has finished accepting the oaths I shall escort you to your chambers."

Sansa nodded her head gratefully, and the pair remained in silence as more and more oaths were sworn. Tyland watched on as his cousin, Cleos Frey swore his oath, before the weaselly looking ma had the audacity to come up and join him. "Lady Sansa, cousin Tyland." He bowed his head.

Sansa curtseyed. "I do not know you, Ser…"

"Cleos Frey, heir to Riverrun." He answered. "My Mother is Lord Tywin's sister."

Tyland noted that Sansa clenched her jaw at the mention of House Frey having Riverrun, but she smiled all the same. "A pleasure to meet you."

"Quite." Cleos mentioned happily. "We are family after all, My Lady, in more ways than one now."

"How do you mean, Ser?" Sansa asked politely, although her blue eyes were like daggers to the unsuspecting Frey.

"Why, your sister is my son's wife." Cleos explained, not sure why Sansa didn't know about it. "The wedding occurred just before I left for the Red Keep. Did you not know?"

"None of us knew." Tyland began before Sansa could interject. "But it is welcome news. The marriage was successful?"

Cleos laughed. "As successful as it could be given the bride. Your sister is a true she wolf, Lady Sansa."

Sansa gulped, and nodded. "That she is." She said quietly.

Tyland could tell she was growing angry and was likely to cause a scene. "If you'll excuse us, cousin. My wife was saying before you joined us how unwell she was feeling."

"Of course." Cleos said, nodding his head. "See you soon, cousin!"

Tyland didn't say any more to the Frey, instead he snaked his hand to the small of Sansa's back and pushed her away, leading her out of the Throne Room and in the direction of their chambers. As soon as the door shut Sansa slapped Tyland's hand away and stomped a few paces forwards, before swinging back around and pushing Tyland in the chest. "How could you not tell me Arya was to be married?" She accused.

"I genuinely did not know." Tyland countered. "In case you hadn't noticed, things have been a bit busy here."

"She is my sister!" Sansa exclaimed loudly. "I should have been there!"

Tyland shook his head. "You know your sister, would you have wanted to see her make a fool of herself in such a manner?" He whispered menacingly. "I imagine she was chained to her marriage bed in order for the union to be consummated without the groom being murdered. You would not have wanted to see that in your condition."

Sansa was taken aback. "My condition?" She raised an eyebrow and slapped Tyland's chest again. "You got me into this state by raping me nightly." She accused. "Is that what's happening to Arya now?"

Tyland clenched his jaw at the accusations. "I am not privy to Tywin Frey's bedroom preferences." He managed to force out of his mouth. "And if you know what is wise, you will stop talking here."

Sansa scoffed. "You make me sick, Lord Husband." She spat. "If I cannot see her, I am going to write to Arya, I expect you to ensure I get a response that has been untampered with." She shoved Tyland once more, before she stormed away towards their chambers, leaving Tyland alone in the middle of the corridor seething.

Payne Hall was an outlier in comparison to the rest of the Westerlands. Their castle had been built on the easternmost mountains in the range that defended the majority of the country and their lands overlooked the Gold Road, allowing them to tax travellers traversing the road throughout their history. The riches from that had caused numerous villages to spring up in the Payne lands, all of which were suspiciously empty as Loren rode at the head of the 7,000 strong force towards Payne Hall. Beside him was his friend, Ser Benarr Prester.

The castle wasn't a large one, but it was strong and beautiful. White marble towers dotted above the tree lines, and there was only a single road leading up a hill towards it. Loren knew it would be a bloodbath if they had to assault it. He turned to his friend and said firmly. "Take a white flag and ask Lord Payne for a parlay." Lord Payne was Benarr's uncle through his mother, and Loren thought the family connection could help avoid bloodshed. Benarr bowed his head and picked up the white banner, riding up the paved hill towards the castle. Loren sat atop his horse for the entire time Benarr was gone, keeping his force in a strict formation until Benarr returned, empty handed. "What did he say?" Loren asked when Benarr pulled up beside him.

Benarr looked uncomfortable. "He said… 'tell that cowardly oathbreaker that I shall only bend to House Lannister again once he is either exiled or castrated.'" He explained. "He then went on a rather large rant about the number of men he has in his castle ready to defend himself, and that he looks forward to your lying head taking pride of place in his halls."

"Lovely." Loren commented dryly. "He wouldn't even hear any terms?"

"Not from me." Benarr answered. "He did suggest you going into the castle alone to beg for his forgiveness, but of course that will never happen."

Loren agreed, but then a thought popped into his head. "Perhaps I don't have to go into the castle." He said to himself. "Lambert!" He called.

Ser Lambert Turnberry was also close by, and he moved his horse forwards so that he was level with Loren too. "That's Ser Lambert, thank you very much."

Loren ignored the jibe. "Have the men set up a basic siege. No weapons for now, just a blockade. Shoot down any ravens he may send."

Lambert bowed his head. "What will you do?" He asked.

Loren turned to Benarr. "Find a bard and send him forwards to sing at the gates. A few verses of the Rains of Castamere should make Lord Gerold more amenable to speak with me." He commanded. Benarr bowed his head and moved towards the gathered men. Loren then looked around at the wooded area. "Somewhere around here there must be more entrances to the mines…"

"There is one that way." Lambert pointed towards the North West. "Whenever the old Lord Payne hosted my Grandfather, before he passed, I often played with Lord Gerold's heir, Damian. One time we were in the dungeons and came across an old passageway, it hadn't been used in decades. Soon enough we were in the woods."

Loren grinned. "Do you remember where it was?" Lambert nodded. "Good, get Eldrick to see to the camp, you are going to take me to the passageway."

And so a few hours later, after siege lines were drawn and Loren had been for an excursion in the woods, the future Lord of Casterly Rock found himself sat on his horse just out of range of the archers in the castle flanked by only three people, his uncle, Ser Lyle 'Strongboar' Crakehall, Ser Lambert Turnberry, and Ser Benarr Prester. The bard was still playing the drab song, and Loren noticed a handful of arrows embedded in the ground at the bard's feet. They were waiting for around 10 minutes when the gate opened, and Lord Gerold Payne rode out in full armour, his house colours making up the entirety of his surcoat. With him was his heir, the 20-year-old Ser Damian Payne that Lambert had mentioned, as well as a handful of other guardsmen.

"Lannister." Lord Gerold snarled. "You have some nerve bringing an army to my doors."

Loren kept his composure. "Precautions had to be taken once we heard you were gathering men, Lord Payne. All over a simple misunderstanding…"

"A misunderstanding?!" Gerold roared. "You broke your oath, boy."

"An oath made by my Grandfather, not me." Loren countered. "But I am simply here to apologise all the same."

Gerold scoffed. "You think your apologies will matter? Will your apologies take back the tears shed by my daughter? Will they bring back the honour you snatched from us?"

"No, but they can make you a deal that you will like, one equal to that of which you lost." Loren explained.

Gerold grew red with rage and his hand inched to his sword, and Ser Lyle pre-empted this by rearing his horse and reaching for his own. "Careful, My Lord." The Strongboar growled.

"Uncle, please." Benarr pressed. "We can settle this."

"I'll settle it with him on his knees at my feet begging for my forgiveness." Gerold unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Loren. At that moment, the parlay began to spiral as Lambert and Lyle both withdrew their own blades, closely followed by Gerold's guards and his son.

"ENOUGH!" Loren roared, his boisterous Crakehall heritage coming into play and silencing both parties. "Lord Gerold, you have every right to be angry. I was forced into a betrothal with your daughter that I never wanted and I couldn't go through with it, for that I am truly sorry. But I will not sit here and listen to your slander any longer." He exclaimed forcefully. "I am a Lannister of the main branch, acting Lord of Casterly Rock and one day I shall be your rightful Lord, or perhaps your son's Lord. You will treat me with the respect I am afforded as Lord of the Rock."

"Respect?" Gerold scoffed.

"I may not be as merciless as my Father or my Grandfather." Loren growled loudly, shutting the Payne Lord up. "I may not be willing to slaughter innocents for a disagreement between us, but rest assured, My Lord, that I am still of their blood, and I will not be disrespected in this manner. I have apologised for the grievance I have caused you and your kin, but let us be frank for one moment, you cannot cow me. Stand your men down and invite us in so that you can listen to what I have to say, and I swear to you, you will be pleased with the outcome. Refuse, and I shall have my men storm your castle, throw you in chains and any chance you had of growing your station will be long dead. Accept and we can work together and build House Payne into a stronger house, refuse and your grandchildren's grandchildren will still be feeling the effects of my wrath."

By the time Loren was done he was scowling and shaking with anger. His piercing green eyes staring deep into Lord Gerold's soul. The Payne Lord took a moment to assess the situation. "Storming my castle will cost blood, blood you cannot afford."

"Try me." Loren said sharply. The stand off continued for a moment before a single sword was sheathed. It was Ser Damian Payne's.

"Father, let us end this madness." Damian began. "We cannot go up against the might of the West, at least listen to what he has to say."

"I will be viewed as weak." Gerold snarled.

"You will be rich." Loren countered. "I swear it, on the Old Gods and the New."

That did it for Gerold, as he reluctantly sheathed his blade. "You four only. Leave your weapons at the gates." He replied bitterly.

Loren agreed to those terms. "Some bread and salt would not go amiss."

Gerold scoffed again, although this time Loren thought it might have been amusement. "Very well, come, let us get this over with." He muttered, turning his horse and riding into the castle.

Lambert quickly came to Loren's side. "Is this a good idea?" The red head asked.

Loren shrugged. "It's better than war, is it not?" He asked back, before riding after the retreating Payne's into the stronghold. After handing his horse to the stable boy and handing Lionheart to one of the guards, Loren and his companions were led into the castle's war room, where Lord Gerold and Ser Damian stood on one side of a table, and Loren went to stand on the other. Also in the room was a woman that Loren felt extremely guilty about seeing, his former betrothed, Kathryn. Lord Gerold looked pointedly at Loren, who didn't need a prompt to walk towards the girl. "My Lady, I offer my deepest apologies about the dishonour I have brought to you." He said, taking her hand in his. "I swear, it was of no error of your own, but simply my heart has belonged to the Lady Cerenna since I was but a boy."

Kathryn nodded. "Thank you, Lord Loren." She said calmly. "I did say that this was unnecessary…"

"Kathryn!" Gerold hissed.

"It is true, Father." Kathryn rolled her eyes.

Loren shook his head. "It is inexcusable and wars have most certainly been fought over less, but thankfully we are talking and not warring." He looked at Gerold at that point. "And hopefully you will all find the arrangement that my Grandfather and I have come to acceptable."

Gerold clenched his jaw. "You've betrothed my daughter without my knowledge, haven't you?" He accused.

"Nothing is arranged, My Lord." Ser Lambert insisted.

Gerold scowled at the red head. "Your father is meant to be one of my bannermen, Ser Strawberry."

"He is, and he has always been loyal to you when it counted." Ser Lambert said calmly.

"Let us not talk about loyalty." Loren said before another argument could break out. "Let us instead talk about the new Lady of Harrenhal."

The Payne side of the room fell silent as they digested the news. "The Lady of Harrenhal?" Damian questioned.

"You would have me marry Lord Baelish?" Kathryn asked almost simultaneously.

"No. No, I swear, not Baelish." Loren shook his head. "Lord Baelish will soon be declared a traitor and stripped of his titles, leaving the castle without a Lord. Lord Frey is the new Lord Paramount and with him having so many sons, it makes sense for one of them to gain the castle."

"No. Not a Frey." Gerold said firmly.

"I would not insult you twice." Loren said sharply. "Olyvar is 22 years of age, and the son of Bethany Rosby, and has apparently inherited most of his features from her." He turned to Kathryn. "Both my Father and my Uncle Jaime agreed that he would be the best choice."

"Harrenhal is a large castle. An expensive castle." Gerold trailed.

"Lady Kathryn's dowry shall be paid in full by Casterly Rock." Loren added. "And House Payne is not a poor House, you can afford to run a tower or two. Especially…" He took a quill and dipped it in some ink before he drew a line that indicated the extension of the borders of Payne lands up into the Riverlands. "With your new lands."

Gerold's eyes were bulging, and Damian simply barked out a laugh. "You would do all this?"

"The paperwork is all signed, it just needs the seal of the King." Loren shrugged. "Agree to this, bend the knee to House Lannister once more, and all of this will be yours."

Loren watched as Gerold and Damian looked between themselves, silently mulling the decision over. Loren looked between his own group, Lambert and Benarr looked positive, and his uncle had the stern look he normally gave off to look intimidating. "We accept." Kathryn said suddenly.

"Kathryn, we haven't decided…" Gerold began.

"Yes you have." Kathryn countered, and Loren had to admit the assertive side of her was new to him. "And it's far too good of a deal to turn down, Father. You would be foolish to."

Gerold nodded. "The wisdom of youth." He shrugged, moving away from the table. "I presume I can swear my oath to you?"

Loren nodded. "As acting Lord of Casterly Rock, I will accept your renewed oath of fealty."

He waited for Gerold to get down on one knee. "My sword is yours, my loyalty is yours. From this day until my dying day, House Payne shall be loyal banners of House Lannister."

Loren grinned. "Excellent. Stand, Lord Gerold, and let us toast our newfound friendship."

In his wife's hurry to leave the coronation ceremony early, Tyland had missed the excitement of Littlefinger arriving back in King's Landing. He was however there beside Tywin as the Valeman's trial began.

"Lord Baelish." Tywin began from the Iron Throne. You have been accused of conspiring to murder King Joffrey Baratheon with poison."

"All lies!" Baelish cried from his position, only to be smacked in the head by one of the Kingsguard by his side.

"You will not speak until it is time for you to make your defence." Tywin stated coldly. "Before then, we must hear the prosecution."

Tyland was the first one to be called to the stand, explaining his findings in the investigation and explaining Ser Dontos' testimony. After Tyland came the serving girl that Dontos had flirted with as she tearfully explained how she had no idea what had happened. Then came Sansa as she spoke about the necklace that had been the initial plan to kill Joffrey, before Oberyn took the stand to speak about which poison had been used. Finally came Jaime and Margaery, both explaining from their positions what had happened as the King had died.

Baelish had been vocal during Tyland's testimony and had been forcefully gagged throughout the rest of the statements. As he was ungagged in preparation for his own defence, he laughed bitterly. "I see I will get no justice here as your gang of lickspittles and followers will ensure I die for this crime. Although what will they do to the Lady Olenna? My own sources tell me that she is the one that should be on trial for this, Lord Hand, for it was all her idea."

Shock ran through the gathered crowd at the declaration, only to be silenced by a loud laugh. All eyes turned to Lady Olenna up in the gallery, as she grinned from ear to ear. "Do you really think I would risk my own Granddaughter in such a way?" She asked accusingly. "What nonsense, your own skin won't be saved by falsely accusing this old woman, Littlefinger."

Tyland snorted amusedly along with the laughs coming from the rest of the crowd. He noticed Baelish looking increasingly furious at the statement. "Silence!" Tywin bellowed, silencing the room. "Lord Baelish, your defence."

Baelish scoffed. "It seems that I am to be sent to die through the testimony of Lannisters, drunks and the lies of a self-confessed old woman. Very well, if true justice cannot be found in a trial of words, then it will be found in a trial by combat. I choose Ser Lyn Corbray to be my champion."

Whispers rushed around the room as Lyn Corbray stood up. "I accept!" He exclaimed.

Tywin was furious, Tyland could tell. But the Lannister patriarch held his cool and sat forward in the Iron Throne. "Very well. The crown will choose their champion in due course. Until the date for the trial is determined, you shall remain in a cell. Guards!"

Baelish was taken away quickly, and all Tyland could think of as the man was being dragged out of the room was just how satisfying it would be to see the man's head adorning a spike.

Tyrion looked up from his pony at the colossus that was Casterly Rock and sighed dramatically. Finally he was home, away from King's Landing and those in his family that couldn't even hide their hatred of him. As he entered through the large main gates he saw his cousin Daven Lannister ready and waiting for him.

"Tyrion." The muscular knight greeted. "Welcome home."

Tyrion bowed his head before awkwardly dismounting from his pony. "I'm glad to be back."

"My sister will see you now, if you'll follow me." Daven said, gesturing inside the castle.

Tyrion followed his much larger cousin inside, smirking at a thought. "It must be strange, taking orders from your younger sister."

Daven snorted. "Yes, it's taking some getting used to." He admitted. "Though, under the circumstances I don't mind."

Tyrion nodded, amusedly thinking of the young Loren and Cerenna chasing each other as children now being married and in command of Casterly Rock. "Yes I suppose not. Better Loren than the wrinkly old Walder Frey."

Daven grinned as he looked back at Tyrion. "You best not mention that name here." He laughed.

They came to a set of offices on the ground level and Daven knocked on the door, leaving Tyrion wondering for a moment why they were here. The door opened and one of the twins, dressed in a deep forest green, greeted them with a smile. "Lord Tyrion, how lovely to see you."

Tyrion, having not seen them for a long time, for the life of him couldn't remember which twin she was. "And you my dear." He said to cover his tracks.

"Come on in." The other twin called from inside the room, and as soon as Tyrion stepped inside he knew which twin was which again. Cerenna was stood at a desk in a dark crimson gown, her long blonde hair flowing halfway down her back. The woman turned to face Tyrion with both a smile, and a slightly protruding belly.

"My dear Cerenna." He smiled happily. "You've kept this a surprise."

The future Lady Lannister grinned, her hands slowly going to rest on her stomach. "Loren doesn't even know yet, I'm waiting for him to return before I tell him, and then King's Landing."

"I still think you should tell him now." Myrielle, the twin dressed in green, shrugged as she sat atop a different desk. "Who knows when he will be back."

"I do." Cerenna said, waving a raven letter. "Lord Payne has graciously accepted the offer of marriage and Harrenhal for Lady Kathryn and Loren is on his way back. War has been averted after all."

Tyrion nodded approvingly at that. "My Father will be pleased I am sure." He muttered, not caring about the happiness of Tywin Lannister in the slightest.

"I'm sure he will be." Cerenna nodded, before she turned to her twin. "You should go and write Dickon back, Ella." She said, dismissing her sister kindly.

Myrielle took the hint and nodded, dropping down to the stone floor and curtseying. "My Lady." She said with a grin before leaving with Daven.

"Speaking of Lord Tywin." Cerenna began. "It seems he has a keen interest in spying on you while you are here." She held out pages of letters. "He is eager to see that you aren't idle."

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "He means for me to work instead of whore." He corrected. "I could not care less what the Lord Hand wishes, cousin."

"Perhaps, but we've already angered him enough, Loren and I." Cerenna spoke calmly, but Tyrion could see a shade of guilt in her green eyes. "I would not do so more."

Tyrion sighed. "I just wish to have a quiet few months before I am forcibly wed to a child." He muttered.

Cerenna nodded, looking down the list. "I suppose scouring the Westerlands for new gold veins is out of the question then." She mentioned with a smirk.

"Quite." Tyrion shook his head amusedly.

"Very well. The new fleet needs overseeing." Cerenna explained. "You can work from the castle and ensure that we don't overspend whilst ensuring that we have the capabilities to throw off any invasion."

"As My Lady commands me." Tyrion bowed his head.

"It's not a command, Tyrion." Cerenna sighed. "I am sympathetic for you, I really am. I wish I could break your betrothal as we broke ours…" She trailed off. "I'm sorry."

Tysha, it was the name on Cerenna's mind. "Loren told you." Tyrion stated, knowing the answer.

"Loren tells me everything." Cerenna said kindly. "It is truly horrible."

Tyrion nodded, in the mood for a drink. "If you'll excuse me, My Lady. I will begin work on the fleet in the morning." He didn't wait to be dismissed, instead rushing out of the door and heading quickly in the direction of the wine.

The Lannister's in King's Landing immediately made their way into the old Small Council chamber as soon as the Throne Room had emptied. Jaime immediately sat down in one of the chairs, whilst Tywin leant against the table, anger in his eyes. Tyland stayed by the door leaning on a pillar, but it was Cersei who was the most irate of them all, pacing up and down the room.

"We should execute him now and be done with it." She was saying quickly. "He killed Joffrey, I know he killed Joffrey, all the evidence points to that."

Tywin shook his head. "He called for a trial by combat. The law states…"

"Hang the law!" Cersei screamed, spitting as she spoke. She glared up at her father with pure rage in her eyes. "He killed my son!"

"If we hang the law, we invite even more scrutiny and dissent." Tyland explained calmly. "We follow the law, we just ensure that we win."

"The Mountain then." Cersei said, nodding quickly. "He will crush that pillow biting fool with one hand."

"No." Tywin stated firmly. "If we invite Ser Gregor into the capital then Lyn Corbray won't be the only one looking to fight him."

Tyland sighed in realisation. "Prince Oberyn, of course."

"Who cares?" Cersei asked. "This is my son…"

"Joffrey is dead." Tywin stated bluntly. "And in his death we do not want another war. If Ser Gregor kills Oberyn then Dorne will want blood, blood we can ill afford after Stannis Baratheon and Robb Stark."

"Then who?" Cersei cried.

"Me." Jaime whispered, speaking up for the first time. "It has to be me."

Tyland agreed, but it seemed it was only him that did so. "No." Tywin said firmly.

"It has to be." Jaime said, standing up and standing strong.

"Jaime…" Cersei whispered, going up to him and placing her hands on his chest.

Jaime moved her hands and stepped away from his twin. "The King died on my watch." He stated firmly. "The Kingsguard should have protected him, the Kingsguard should avenge him." He looked over at Tyland, who nodded just the once. "I will be the Crown's champion."

Jaime v Lyn Corbray. The pride of the Westerlands v the deadliest blade in the Vale. That should be a battle for the ages, and you will see it next chapter.

Baelish tried to weasel his way out of it, but like Tyrion he could see the trial stacking up against him and so he tried to get out of it the best way he could.

As for the other things that happened in this chapter, it's only now that I realise how many important things there are… from Arya being married off secretly to House Frey gaining Harrehal and another link to the West with Kathryn Frey due marry Olyvar Frey, they will both be involved later on in the story.

I hope everyone enjoyed it!

Reviews:

Flaming p0tat0: From Tywin's point of view there are only two Stark's left alive, Sansa and Arya, both of which are married to Lannisters (Arya's husband of course is Tywin's grandnephew). Jon is a man of the Night's Watch, and Tywin obviously doesn't know what's going to happen at the Wall to release Jon from his vows. So in terms of the world from the Lannister's point of view, the eldest Stark with a claim to Winterfell is married to his eldest son. After Sansa gives birth, who knows what Tywin will want to do… (I do of course, but spoilers). And yes, the Lannister blood being on multiple paramountcy's is exactly what Tywin wants. He mentioned it a while ago but the thought of having mouldable heirs to the North, Riverlands and Stormlands is brilliant to him.

Supremus85: What do you hope Manderly does?

AZW330: Stories like this are always relatively slow burners in some ways. Not a lot of people enjoy/enjoyed Loren's romantic intentions but I hope I'm showing that the plan for him all along was set and there was a reason for it.

Zyruss Villarreal: Nobody should ever feel sorry for Tyland! He doesn't care about her really, only that she acts in a way befitting of Lady Lannister. Sansa meanwhile has been imprisoned, forcibly married to the man that orchestrated the deaths of her entire family, raped regularly before she got pregnant and so much more. She is the victim in that relationship.

DesertMortician: Some chapters are necessary filler, but with good filler things should be moved into place to allow some big events to happen or for relationships and characters to grow, and that's what's happened here.

Guest (Depressing): Yeah, I do warn people in the description that it's not for the faint hearted, and Stark fans especially will not like the first 2/3rds of the story. I won't spoil the end game but all three of those you want to come and destroy King's Landing will be involved in some way, some in smaller roles than others. Jon is an interesting one, as he'll be solely focused on what's happening in the North whilst all of his allies will be willing for revenge on the Lannisters in the South. Bran and Rickon are alive somewhere, but last we heard Ramsay was out looking for them…

Vwchick: Of course Littlefinger will try and sell out Olenna, he's a seeder of chaos after all. Olenna isn't an idiot though.

Rolling Mist 13: The plans for the Eyrie were simply extra details, I'd always planned on Baelish answering the summons considering they weren't actually worded as an arrest, but similar to how Cersei summoned him back in Season 5.

Hail King Cerion: I'm glad I didn't disappoint! Tywin just didn't want to be defied, he doesn't care what Tyrion does so long as he doesn't make too much noise.

Silver crow: Tyland is one of the biggest greysexuals going, so while he can feel attraction enough to 'get it up' so to speak, he doesn't form romantic attachments to anybody, male or female. Sansa meanwhile detests Tyland with all of her being, so any form of romantic connection is never going to appear.

sniperbro1998: Oberyn blames Tywin mainly, as he's the one that gives the orders as Oberyn says in the show.

EstarossaTheBasilisk: He had no relationship of any kind with Elia which is why it was so easy for Tyland to effectively order her death in Chapter 1. His back story isn't important really, everything major that happened has been spoken about. As for his asexuality, it's not something I want to make a massive deal out of in the sense that you mean. No random woman is going to seduce him as he's so feared and in terms of his enemies, he's been married twice and has an adult child. Even though he isn't attracted to anyone doesn't mean that currently lords and nobles won't look at him and think 'lucky him he has a young, attractive wife'.

TheOnlyKing: The ending has been in place for months, so I know exactly where I'm going. Whether people will like it or not I don't know, but it won't be changing.

hunterofartemis126: Baelish is still trying to get out of it though, and now it's solely up to Jaime to ensure that he pays…

janisliepa908: Wow… thank you for such a nice review! I'm glad you really like Tyland and I hope you enjoy this chapter too!