This chapter marks the halfway stage of the story… with any luck the next 30 chapters will only take me until August this year instead of three and a half years, but who knows what will happen with me in charge!

I hope you all enjoy the chapter. I own nothing but any of the OC's that appear (and there's a few in this chapter) but all other characters and locations are the property of George R R Martin or HBO.

305 AC

The Golden Tooth had been the site of Loren's first battle, and the 14,000 strong Lannister army had only meant to be staying there for one night. That was before news of Tywin Lannister's murder had filtered through to them, and so Loren and Kevan Lannister had both agreed to stop at the Tooth for a few more days so that the men who had served under Tywin could have a celebration of his life, while the question of who could have committed the deed was whispered throughout the halls of the castle outside of Loren's earshot. Loren had managed maybe five minutes in the main hall listening to stories glamourising his Grandfather's publicly known deeds before he had to leave for some fresh air and some quiet. He found his way to the ramparts overlooking the road to the Riverlands and spotted the spot where he made his first kill with a lance.

His thoughts of death then made his mind return to King's Landing. He knew that this was his fault again, telling Tyrion had led to the death of his Grandfather and the thought made Loren want to scream at the world. He had honestly thought that he was doing the right thing, that the secrets and lies could stop with him, but once again he had failed. Curling his hand into a fist he slammed it against the stone walls, wincing in pain.

"That was stupid." An elder voice came from behind him. Loren turned to see Kevan Lannister walking towards him. "This isn't on you, Loren."

"Of course it is." Loren cried. "I told him…"

"We all played our part." Kevan muttered. "You were the only one, rightly or wrongly, to stand up and think of Tyrion over the image of what happened. Now you must go and say your goodbyes, erase your demons in King's Landing at the funeral."

Loren sighed. "No, I can't go. Nothing I can do will fix what happened there. The Riverlands is my mess, I will deal with that and make that right."

"Loren. Fighting will not help." Kevan insisted.

Loren snorted. "Maybe not, but at least I can feel useful rather than guilty." He sighed. "Grandfather was your brother, you should go in my place as the representative for Casterly Rock."

Kevan looked bemused for a moment before he realised that Loren was serious. "He was my brother yes, but you are the acting Lord of Casterly Rock. I can say my goodbyes when Tywin is interred in the Hall of Heroes."

"I just can't." Loren sighed. "I will be of more use to our House defeating the Frey's, not pretending that I'm mourning the man rather than facing my own guilt. I want to be helpful."

Kevan bristled, but he nodded firmly. "Very well, I shall go in your place. But let this be a lesson now, Loren. Actions have consequences, often in our position they can be grave."

Loren didn't respond, but he let out a deep breath when he heard the retreating footsteps. He thought of Cerenna in Horn Hill who was likely watching Myrielle get married to Dickon Tarly by now and the thought of running away to Essos popped in his mind briefly before he shook his head and muttered. "No, I am a Lannister of Casterly Rock and I am done with running away from my responsibilities to the name." He looked back out to the Riverlands and the thought of facing House Frey and steeled himself, humming the tune to the Rains of Castamere as he made his plans.

Tyland hated the bells. He remembered the first time he had heard them as he rode into the city on fire, rushing towards the Red Keep to take it from the Mad King. Sighing, he donned a black doublet and black trousers and carefully placed the golden Hand of the King pin on his left breast, and together with his guard he made his way through the city on horseback towards the Sept of Baelor.

Lines of mourners were on the steps of the Sept, all of them eagerly awaiting the chance to see for themselves the dead body of Tywin Lannister. Tyland wanted to gut every single one of them, thinking them all leeches, but even he had to admit the explanation of an unknown assailant given by the Lannisters in the Capital wasn't without it's issues. Personally he had told those asking that he believed it to be retaliation from Daenerys Targaryen, but the disappearance of Tyrion and Shireen had also given some of the outsiders more questions to ask. Sighing at the absolute mess that had been made, he dismounted his horse at the bottom of the hill and he rose the steps, noticing the High Septon.

"My Lord Hand, the mourners have waited for you and the Queen before they enter." The High Septon explained as Tyland got to his level. "They have travelled far for this."

"Is the Queen inside?" Tyland asked. The High Septon shook his head. "Then they will continue to wait until Her Grace has allowed them entry."

"But…"

"Do I make myself clear?" Tyland added coldly. The High Septon nodded and Tyland didn't hesitate to walk further up the steps to the Sept's entrance. As he entered the room, he noticed only one person inside. Tyland walked down the steps inside the Sept to where his Father lay, dressed in a fine black attire. He stopped beside Jaime who had been standing vigil and the two stood without greeting.

The stones over Tywin Lannisters eyes showed blue eyes. Tyland knew that it was traditional, but he clenched his teeth in anger. "They should be green." He muttered. "The eyes."

"They should be open." Jaime countered. "He should be breathing, we shouldn't be here."

Tyland couldn't argue at that, and he wondered what Tyrion was doing at that moment. A full search of the castle hadn't shown anything, Tyrion's rooms were emptied and there was no trace of him, Shireen Baratheon, nor Ser Davos Seaworth. As soon as the castle had been swept Tyland, without naming any actual names, had ordered a search of the entire city and closed the bay, but that also turned up nothing. The obvious answer was that they had travelled to either Dragonstone or Storm's End, but the hushed nature of the true identity of the murderer meant that those search results wouldn't come back for a while yet.

The doors opened once more, and Tyland turned to spot Cersei walking down towards them gracefully. Like her brothers she came and stood beside the body in silence, contemplating something internally before she opened her mouth. "He never wanted you to be a Kingsguard." She said to Jaime. "Yet here you are, guarding his dead body."

"Better me than somebody else." Jaime countered. "He may not have liked it, but I stand by my choice."

Tyland knew why he made the choice and grimaced. "Can we not mention your relationship standing over his body." He mentioned coldly. "We need to plan."

"Plan? We need to act." Cersei spat. "We all know who killed him. We need justice."

"Tyrion will be found." Tyland insisted. "Quietly."

Jaime scoffed, turning to his siblings. "Tyrion? You still think he did this? He might have hated Father but he would never…"

"He did it, Jaime." Tyland said calmly. He pulled out the crumpled-up note that had been stuck to Sansa's door and handed it over. "He did it for Tysha."

Cersei was scowling, but Jaime just read the note in horror. "Gods…" He whispered. "I thought that was all over with."

"Loren found out what happened, all of what happened." Tyland explained. "The young fool didn't understand what his words would do."

"You've failed with him." Cersei seethed. "First he brings war to Tommen's door, and then he gets our Father killed. He should hang too."

"Careful, Cersei." Tyland warned. "He may be young and may not understand the consequences of his actions, but he is still my son, and I once told you the lengths I would go to protect my family."

Cersei turned on Tyland and jabbed him in the chest. "And Tommen is my son. You may have tricked him into giving you that badge, but if so much as a hair on his head is harmed, you will pay."

"Enough." Jaime snapped. "This is not the time. If everyone out there sees us as divided they will think us weak, and then they will look to tear us apart." He sighed, looking back at the body of Tywin. "Everything he built, it's ours now."

Jaime was right in a way, but as Tyland turned to look again at his Father he also disagreed. It wasn't theirs, it was his. House Lannister was his to control, and his to lose. That was something that he could not allow to happen.

Tyland's first port of call after standing silently and watching what seemed like the majority of Westeros coming to confirm that his Father was dead was the Throne Room. He had arranged to meet Tommen alone there, and he was happy to see that other than the two newest members of the Kingsguard. Tyland had fought for two Westermen when Tommen had needed to make his decisions on refilling the ranks of the famed order, but apparently Margaery had gotten into his head once more and Tommen had summoned her uncle, Garth Hightower, to serve. The other man was Tyland's first wife's uncle, Burton Crakehall.

"Your Grace." Tyland announced, and Tommen turned from facing the Iron Throne. "Thank you for meeting me."

Tommen smiled. "Uncle, it's alright, we need to meet regularly I feel, you and I."

"We do, it is wise for you to be made aware of current events." Tyland explained. He turned to the two men with white cloaks. "Leave us."

Ser Burton went to walk away immediately, but Ser Garth stayed put. "Your Grace…" Ser Garth began.

"The King is my nephew, Ser Garth." Tyland said coolly to the man. "He is in no danger with me." Ser Garth still turned to Tommen for confirmation, and the young King just nodded, and the pair of white knights moved to go and guard the door instead. Tyland breathed deeply to calm himself before speaking again. "It is good you have a guard that will listen to you and you alone."

Tommen smiled. "He is kind, Ser Garth. I am grateful to Margaery for suggesting him."

"You get on well with Lady Margaery, do you not?" Tyland asked. Tommen nodded. "That is good, it is important that the King and Queen have a good relationship that cannot be perceived as breakable."

"Mother and Father didn't." Tommen said calmly.

Tyland nodded. "You're right, they didn't. But nobody would have dared to go against your Grandfather in rivalling your Mother, so the marriage was always secure."

Tommen sighed. "I love her, Uncle." He commented. "She is wonderful. I wish we were married already."

"Soon, Your Grace." Tyland insisted. "But before then, we do have some details to discuss."

Tommen agreed. "We need a Master of Laws. You are capable, Uncle, but I would lighten your load if you are to be a good Hand of the King."

Tyland agreed, but he could sense that the words coming out of Tommen were yet again rehearsed. "Did you have any names in mind, Your Grace?" He asked, seeing if his theory was correct.

"Lord Tarly would be capable." Tommen insisted. "As would Lord Merryweather."

Tyland was taken aback. As expected both were Reachmen, although only one sounds like it would come from a Tyrell. "Lord Merryweather?"

Tommen nodded. "Mother suggested him."

That was even more interesting, and Tyland began to ponder why Cersei would suggest a Reachman. "I have my own suggestion, if it please Your Grace."

Tommen nodded. "Go ahead."

"Lord Kevan would be very capable. He served your Grandfather for a number of years and all but ran Casterly Rock for the majority of the time that Lord Tywin was in King's Landing." Tyland explained. "And he is a Lannister."

Tommen nodded, his arms crossing and one hand coming up to his chin as he pondered. "Is it wise to have so many Lannisters on my Small Council? Perhaps it will get too saturated with family to give me wise council."

Margaery again. "Your Grace, family will be the only ones to give you wise council in your own best interests." Tyland explained. "You do not know Lord Merryweather, nor Lord Tarly. Their ambitions could range from anything bordering from loyalty to treasonous."

Tommen looked alarmed. "I don't want treason."

"Then bring in only those you yourself trust." Tyland said calmly. "You know Ser Jaime and you know Lord Tyrell. You've known Varys all your life too, you can understand them and they will give you their loyalty." Perhaps a stretch when it came to Varys, but Tyland wasn't about to let the Small Council become infested with Reachmen. "You also know me, and I hope that in giving me this position it means that you trust me as well."

"I do trust you." Tommen insisted. "You were kind to me and Cella growing up. She was happy when I wrote to her explaining that you would be my Hand."

Tyland felt warmed at the praise from his niece. "And I would never try and break that trust, Your Grace."

Tommen smiled and walked over to the Iron Throne. He placed a hand on one of the sword pommels on the arm and nodded. "Invite Ser Kevan to see me. I will discuss with him the position of Master of Laws."

Tyland bowed his head, feeling glad that his decision had been chosen. "Thank you, Your Grace." Feeling like he should give Tommen something in return, he then added. "Then I believe the last thing we need to talk about is your upcoming nuptials."

Tommen swivelled around quickly, a grin on his face. "Really?" He beamed.

Tyland nodded. "Once the appropriate mourning period has passed then we should make that a priority. As it stands you have no officially recognised heir, we should change that as soon as we can."

"Myrcella is my heir." Tommen said firmly. "Until a child is born, that is."

"A wise choice for us, perhaps, but not the realm. What is more important is that you and Lady Margaery give the realm multiple children, preferably boys." Tyland explained. "Then we can be in no doubt who is your heir, by every law known to Westeros."

Tommen grinned. "Then let us marry soon."

Tyland bowed again. "I will see to it that the arrangements for the ceremony start immediately. You will be wed within the month."

"Thank you, Uncle." Tommen grinned. "Can I go now?"

Tyland agreed that they had gotten through enough for the boy King to pay attention to. "Of course, have a good day, Your Grace." He bowed once more, before turning on his heels and making his way over to his uncle to discuss his appointment to the Small Council.

Almost as soon as Tyland had reached his new chambers in the Tower of the Hand and had settled down to get some work done, Captain Vylarr had knocked on the door and told him that Sansa had just begun giving birth to their child. Tyland thanked the Captain of the Guards and ordered him to ensure that Sansa had the best care, as well as no Pycelle, before he settled down and began to write out letters that would be important for Tommen and Margaery's wedding. He got as far as a rough budget before thoughts of Jeyne giving birth hit him. That had also been around a year into their marriage, and he could remember the screams vividly as Genna had encouraged him in her own way to wait by the birthing chamber. Tyland shivered and vowed to himself that he would distract himself with work this time so he could wait until it was over.

About an hour into his initial planning, a knock at the door came. "Prince Oberyn to see you, Lord Hand."

Tyland sighed, knowing that this wasn't going to be good. He put his papers to one side and called. "Let him in." The door swung open and in walked the youngest Martell brother, his usual arrogant swagger obvious. "Prince Oberyn, what can I do for you?"

Prince Oberyn smirked. "I hear you are about to become a Father once more, congratulations, Lord Hand. It never gets any easier."

Tyland raised an eyebrow. "Well I don't plan on having as many as you do, Prince Oberyn. I can't imagine how you get anything done."

Oberyn grinned. "I never imagined it myself, but gift me a beautiful woman and I just cannot help but charm them. A notion you must not truly understand, or you wouldn't have only the one boy by now."

"Loren is a fine young man." Tyland said. "I never needed another, and it was quite difficult to conceive with a dead wife."

"I'm sure you could have bought another." Oberyn said calmly. He pulled out a chair and sat at the other side of Tyland's desk. "Then again, you've never been good with children, have you Lord Hand."

Silently placing down his quill, Tyland stared at the Dornishman coldly. "What is it you want, Prince Oberyn."

"Justice." Oberyn said slowly, seemingly glaring into Tyland's soul. "Dorne has waited 20 years for the death of those responsible for Elia and her children's deaths. Dorne shall wait no longer."

"Elia Martell's death was a tragic accident…" Tyland began, but Oberyn was having none of it.

"She was MURDERED!" He roared, slamming his fist on the desk and standing upright. "You know it, and I know it. On your orders, Gregor Clegane raped and murdered her, and crushed the head of little Aegon. On your orders, Amory Lorch stabbed beautiful Rhaenys 50 times. She was but a child and he needed 50 attempts to stab her." Oberyn paused and took a deep breath. "Give them to me, and I shall go peacefully."

Tyland kept his cool stare going, not moving a muscle other than to speak. "You have been told before, Prince Oberyn. I know nothing of these outlandish claims. As far as I know the deaths were ordered by Aerys himself to punish Dorne for losing at the Trident."

Oberyn shook his head with an angry grin. "You will pay, My Lord. One day."

"The man you need to ask about where the orders came from, if any were given, has just left King's Landing." Tyland explained. "You will find him lying in a wheelhouse, with stones on his eyes." Tyland brought back his papers and started scribbling out a request to purchase a building for Tommen's wedding present. When he noticed no movement he lifted his eyes up to view the Dornishman. "Is there anything else?"

Oberyn bristled angrily, but his fake smile remained. "You're a liar, Tyland Lannister." He said, wagging his finger at the new Lord of Casterly Rock. "One day, you will pay." He repeated, before he stormed out of the room. Tyland took another deep breath as he watched the Dornishman leave before simply returning to his letters.

Around 7 hours after he had first received word that Sansa was giving birth, news reached him that the birth was almost over. Tyland immediately left the Tower of the Hand to reach Sansa's old chambers, where she had refused to move from until the baby was born. The walk was around 15 minutes, and by the time he had arrived at the corridor leading to the room he noticed Mira Forrester outside the chamber with some bloody towels.

"Is everything alright?" Tyland asked the handmaid.

Mira looked alarmed at Tyland's presence, but immediately remembered the towels. "Oh, yes Lady Sansa is doing well, as is the baby."

That eased Tyland's mind a little. "They are inside?"

"They are." Mira nodded. "I am just off to get these washed."

Tyland nodded, and he walked past the Northerner and into Sansa's room. Maester Brenn was just placing his equipment back into a sack, whilst lying on the bed was a tired and sweating Sansa holding a small bundle. Tyland shut the door behind him and walked over to a chair on the side of the bed, sitting down. "My Lady." He said.

"My Lord." Sansa said quietly.

"The babe?" Tyland asked.

Sansa stopped for a moment, before she handed the child over to Tyland to hold. Tyland brushed the cloth out of the babies face gently, and he noticed the small tufts of dirty blonde hair. "A boy." Sansa explained.

Tyland then did something even he didn't expect to do. He smiled. He brought a finger down to stroke the baby boy's cheek in his sleep, although that woke the baby up and Tyland stared down into his bright green eyes for a moment before the baby closed them again. Wanting to let the pair get their rest, Tyland handed the baby back to Sansa who held him tightly against her breast. "Have you named him?" Tyland asked.

Sansa shook her head. "I was advised to wait for you." She muttered, beginning to stroke the baby's head.

Tyland appreciated that, and he looked down at the baby once again before he decided. "Arthur." He said. "His name is Arthur."

Sansa stopped her ministrations and froze for at least half a minute. Eventually she nodded. "Arthur it is."

"My Lord, Lady Sansa needs her rest." The Maester insisted.

Tyland stood up from the chair and nodded. "Of course, Maester." He then turned to Lady Sansa. "I will see you tomorrow, My Lady."

Sansa just nodded her own agreement, and Tyland moved to leave the room, allowing himself another glance as he reached the doorway before leaving for his own chambers.

Once Tyland and the Maester had gone, Mira Forrester arrived back at Sansa's room. The Stark girl had been sleeping in the same bed as her friend more often than not for comfort, and she saw no reason why that had to change now that the baby was born. Mira sat down on the edge of the bed once the door had shut and smiled over at the red head. "I can't believe he's here. Does he have a name now?" Mira asked.

Sansa nodded. "Lord Tyland has decided on Arthur." She explained.

Mira scrunched her nose up. "Oh, that's not very Northern." She commented.

Agreeing, Sansa sighed. "He is to be the Lord of Winterfell one day, while his Father is a Lannister we must teach him all we can about his home, his true home." She stared down at her son, a smile gracing her lips. "You will know your heritage, Artie." She whispered, kissing her son on the forehead.

Lord Merryweather is a bit of an Easter Egg from the books, I'm sure you'll know why Cersei suggested him if you've read them!

I know Arthur Lannister isn't an overly traditional Lannister name, but like with everything else I have a reason for it that's still a few chapters away (or if you've read Fire and Blood and can remember the bits about one of the Starks in those 150 years then you might guess). What matters though is that Sansa and Tyland have had a boy!

I hope as always that you enjoyed the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Next time: Loren arrives at Riverrun to lift the Frey siege, while the tug of war over Tommen truly begins.

Reviews:

This-Mickey-Seems-Iffy: I keep saying he was never the MAIN character, just one of them Tywin was also a main character, as is Loren, as is Jaime and as is Cersei. It also depends on your definition of winning. As it stands he's won every war he's fought in devastatingly (Sack of King's Landing, Greyjoy Rebellion and Robb's Rebellion) and now he's Hand of the King. And I always encourage people to write their own stories, the more in the fandom the better for me. I'm happy for people to state opinions, just as they should be happy for me to counter them.

TheOnlyKing: Reviews have dropped off in every story I've done regardless of whether the readers liked or didn't like my decisions and the number of reviews per chapter really hasn't bothered me for a long time, so I'll be honest that doesn't faze me. I don't write to be popular, I write because it's a story that I would like and I post in in the chance that other people will agree. So far that's worked out well but I don't expect everybody to like every story I post. I'll stand by the fact that Tyland was never the main character, he may have been the first to have a big role, but so was Ned in the show and he wasn't the main character of the whole thing was he? If you could pinpoint when I changed course that would be pretty helpful, because for the most part the story has been fully planned out for well over a year, and I had planned up to Chapter 40 since I posted Chapter 9 in August 2018 so it would have had to be before Chapter 9. Again, I've always been of the opinion that I write these stories for me, and it's very rare when a reader influences the directions I take and that's the main reason I welcome people to write their own because I know that what I enjoy won't be what others enjoy. As for the Golden Dragon, it can't be anything similar to this story because Aerys is dead and Luke doesn't have a son, so the comparisons are non-existent when the OC's in this story are a Father/Son pair.

SilverArrow123: Tyland definitely won't allow the Sparrows to take over! They will get a mention soon as we're in Season 5 of the show as of this chapter. As for the sympathy, I think Tyland understands why Tyrion did it but he also knows that Tyrion is now an enemy so will try and capture him as quickly as possible, although Tyrion is smart too…

Silver crow: Tyland could never have killed Tywin, for all the elder man's faults he instilled the sense of legacy into Tyland and brought him up. It may be twisted, but Tyland respected Tywin and even loved him probably as best as a man like Tyland could love somebody. Loren's reaction is coming next chapter, but it's mainly guilt on the way for him.

EstarossaTheBasilisk: I'll go through this bit by bit and it's going to be a long one. Firstly, I also had people claim that I was wrong in both of the stories that you said you enjoyed so people disagreeing with me isn't a first and isn't going to be a last. I personally think that the first Black Wolf story is by far the weakest of all of the stories that I've posted yet you imply that you like that and not the second, which is one of my absolute favourites. That's fine, differing opinions are normal. As for the actual review… Tyland is shallow, you're absolutely right. He's a shallow man that's effectively been devoid of care since he was 10 years old and going through something incredibly traumatic. The only important parts of his backstory I've already mentioned within the story but I'll list them here. His Mother asked him to protect Tyrion before she died. When she died Tywin became his sole role model and mentor, a factor which completely stunted his emotional growth while encouraging him to be what is effectively Tywin 2.0. Next he was almost betrothed to Lysa but wasn't. Then nothing major happened until Robert's Rebellion where he ordered Elia's murder along with the children. Then he married a woman he didn't care for and had a son, before he got dragged into the Tysha mess and murdered her to spare Tyrion any further hurt (or so he thought). Then his wife is taken by the Ironborn and murdered, and he slaughters an entire house and forces a grandfather to watch their 14-year-old granddaughter raped in front of him just to break the man, and then we get everything that's happened in the story. Everything else… yes it's unimportant to the story. He grows up and learns, that's about it. Yes perhaps I did insult the readers that thought a certain way and maybe it was harsh, but I stand by the comments. I honestly don't get how people cheer him on other than the 'I want the evil person to win for once because it's fresh' stance, and sorry that was never the overall message of the story which as of right now we are only 50% of the way through The overall message I've stated multiple times. And I'm sorry, but rightly or wrongly, popular choice or not I take each action and I try and mould it into the world as best I can as an amateur writer trying to tell my own story, both consequences and rewards, I don't intend to force something because the readers will like it more, I take my own understanding of the characters and go from how they would act. At the start of the story most comments thought I was making it too easy for the Lannisters, that was intentional. Now it seems like it's the opposite, which is also intentional and everything that will come in the next 30 chapters will be intentional too. The actions from before will have consequences and for an evil creature like Tyland, that should be a good thing. I personally don't think that what I've done has thrown him to the trash, rather he's simply been caught up in the consequences of his own past and finally people that matter are starting to call him out for it. It's not that I don't care about potential, it's that I have my outline and Tyland has his journey already written down and finalised. His story to me is 100% completed, as is Loren's and Tywin's and Tyrion's and Jaime's and Cersei's. These chapters, chapters 1-59 is simply how we get to that end, and I know every single reader won't like that, just as they didn't like Durran's peace treaty in United in Fury at the time, an action that directly impacted the Dornish plotline. I completely disagree that he's a bland monster as well, I feel like I've given him enough moments of caring about the few people he can actually feel positive emotions for that to not be the case.

Supremus85: The Free Cities trade with everyone because it is profitable and acceptable to do so under their trade agreements with the Iron Throne. If that agreement is suddenly taken away because of a condition the Iron Throne put out to not trade with their rebellious areas then it's madness to go against that. What's more profitable, trading with one Kingdom entirely and being blocked from the others, or accepting new terms and blocking trade with one Kingdom to keep the others sweet? Don't worry, Loren has a plan for the Riverlands and he knows enough about what happened to the Northerners.

tommyginger: I agree the show messed up there. They literally just needed to include Tysha and it would have been 100% better. It also ruined his character going forwards, as some of my favourite Tyrion moments are with him wandering around Essos wondering 'where do whores go?' I also am a fan of Sansa and Tyland's rocky relationship. It's a mix of Sansa absolutely detesting the man, to her also impressing him at her rare moments of political brilliance. More of that to come…

Rolling Mist 13: The wedding gift I'll admit was a last minute addition. I knew Tyland was going to get a suit of armour for Tyrion but as I came to the actual scene I pondered on what Tywin would gift, and the golden gilded axe just worked, especially given what I had planned.

Mister LaGuardia: I don't think it's a secret that Tywin doesn't treat Tyrion well at all, but Tyrion's disappearing act along with Tyland's push to capture him will convince those that actually care enough to think about what could have happened.