A new chapter for what is effectively a brand-new era. Even here in the UK the ramifications of a new President are often felt and without going too political because I can see the fractured landscape over in America, it will be interesting to see how Joe Biden goes about his first few months as President.

Although I won't go too political in real life, this chapter is a relatively political one. As you can tell from the title the players are starting to close in on the new reality and make their marks on Tommen, and I hope you all enjoy how that plays out.

I own nothing but any OC's you see. Everyone and everything else is the property of George R R Martin and HBO.

Riverrun was close, and Loren had sent his scouts ahead to gain an idea on how best to attack the siege at Riverrun. In the meantime however he made sure to relieve himself in the waters of the Trident, knowing that in a few minutes he would be riding into battle and he wouldn't want to soil himself halfway through. Beside him stood his friend and trusted companion Ser Lambert Turnberry.

"Never thought I'd be riding to war once again with you so quickly." Lambert shrugged as he pulled his own cock out to piss. "Can't say I'm overly happy about it this time, Loren."

"Yet you're here anyway." Loren commented dryly.

"Well yes, Benarr's too busy fucking my sister so somebody has to be here to save your arse." Lambert chuckled. Loren smirked at that. It seemed his own friendship with the group had spawned a number of weddings. Damian Jast had wed Eldrick's sister in the last few months, whilst Lambert himself had recently wed Loren's Crakehall cousin and Benarr Prester had married Joanna Turnberry in the last few weeks.

"I'm surprised it happened so quickly." Loren commented. "They'd barely been betrothed."

Lambert's mood shifted darkly for a moment. "He's dying, Lor. You think I wanted to marry at all without my friends there, let alone to a 15-year-old? I was told to do so quickly before he passed."

Loren felt sad at that and gripped the armoured shoulder of his friend. "I am truly sorry to hear that. I'll be sure to stop at Redramble on our way back to pay my respects." Lambert appreciated that, and the pair shook off and made sure their armour was still impeccable and safe before returning to their horses. It wasn't long afterwards when a pair of riders returned from the direction of Riverrun and Loren grinned at seeing another of his friends, Damian Jast. "What news?"

Damian snorted. "That's the shittest siege I've seen in my life. They've only got one siege instead of the three they need to take Riverrun, they have no defences, no scouts, the trenches are woeful. We'll ride in and slaughter them before they can muster up a response."

Loren grinned. "Then the Warrior smiles down on us." He noted. "Willam!" He called out to his squire. "Ride and tell Ser Lyle that we attack at the sound of one horn. Damian, tell Lord Melwyn to flank now and to be prepared for any stragglers running back to the Twins."

"Yes My Lord." The pair nodded, seeing to their tasks.

Loren himself mounted up and rode down the ranks of his own men. "READY UP MEN!" He cried, and the call flew down the line as more joined in. In less than 10 minutes he was sat atop his horse on the hill looking down at the poor attempt of a Frey siege with Lambert, Damian and Willam by his side and the Lannister lion banner flying proudly behind him. Without breaking focus Loren said to Willam. "Blow the horn, let your Grandfather know we are coming to rescue him."

The horn blew, and Loren gripped his war lance tightly and tapped it against both lion head pauldrons before he spurred his horse onwards, relishing the sound of the roars and hooves as they sped towards the Frey's.

Initially Tyland had asked for no visitors for Sansa so that she had enough time to recover from the birth, but of course there was one person to completely disregard that request, and Cersei was in the doorway watching Tyland holding his son.

"You've never been overly paternal, it's rather strange watching you with a baby." She smirked.

Tyland didn't bite. "You weren't around when Loren was born, Cersei. You have never seen me as a new Father."

Cersei let out an amused breath. "A fair point." She nodded. "May I?" She gestured to the baby. Tyland nodded and handed the new baby over to his sister, who began to gently rock the newborn. "Such a beauty, he got his Mother's looks thankfully."

"And her temperament." Tyland added. "What is it you want?"

Cersei looked hurt. "To see my nephew of course."

"I know you, sister." Tyland said calmly. "What is it you really want?"

Cersei's smiley façade broke. "I had an interesting talk with my own son last night. It seems that a date is soon to be set for his wedding."

"It already has been." Tyland noted. "Tommen needs an heir, and unless you plan on raising Robert from the dead and popping more trueborn babes out, then he will need a wife."

"He could do so much better than that harlot." Cersei clenched her teeth. "You must call it off."

Tyland internally sighed. He stood up and gestured for Cersei to hand Arthur back over to him. "The wedding will go ahead. We need House Tyrell on side, Cersei. There is no better option for Queen that will bring us as good an alliance."

Cersei sighed. "Then that is a shame." She said calmly. "You really do have a beautiful son, Tyland. Look after him, the world can be so cruel."

The threat didn't go unnoticed by anybody, and while Tyland was ready to react angrily, Sansa was also still in the room. "Surely you should understand the importance of the alliance, Your Grace. After all, you are a large part of it. When will your own wedding to Ser Loras be? I've been looking forward to it for some time, Mira often tells me of Highgarden's beauty, and I cannot wait to see it for myself."

Tyland fought the urge to smile at Cersei's angry glare. "I imagine it will be soon, My Lady. After all, House Tyrell is also a House with few heirs of the main branch. I'm sure Lord Mace will want it to happen soon after the King's wedding." He added.

Sansa smiled brightly. "Oh I do hope it is soon. I pray for your eternal happiness, Your Grace. Perhaps your first son by Loras and Arthur can be excellent friends. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

Cersei glared. "You haven't heard the last of this." She warned Tyland.

"I have." He insisted. Cersei just huffed and walked briskly out of the room, and Tyland moved to hand the baby back to its mother. "Well played." He muttered to his wife.

"She threatened my boy." Sansa said harshly, cuddling the baby. "Queen Mother or not, I am Lady Lannister now and I will not see a hair on his head harmed.

Tyland nodded in agreement, but in that moment he couldn't help but hear the similarities in her voice to Cersei.

Later that same day Sansa had a guest that she was actually happy to have in her room. Lady Margaery had come to see her and the baby, and together with Mira the Tyrell woman was gushing over the newborn, stroking his head with a finger.

"Oh Sansa he's beautiful!" Margaery exclaimed. "You are so lucky. The entire North will be very lucky to have you, won't they Arthur."

"Artie, please." Sansa insisted. "Arthur feels… too Lannister."

Margaery smirked. "Artie it is." She said kindly. "I take it the Hand named him then…"

Sansa nodded. "I would have named him after my Father." She said softly. "Funny really, given who killed him…"

"Don't think like that." Margaery insisted. "You have a new life to care for now. Those thoughts will get you into trouble." She rocked Arthur a little more. "Oh I hope you will be friends with my own children Artie, just like I'm friends with your Mother."

Sansa smiled at the interaction. "Are you any closer to wedding the King?" She asked.

"It's soon." Margaery explained. "I spoke to Tommen this morning, he sends his thoughts by the way, and he said that Lord Tyland is beginning to arrange it."

Sansa smiled. "That will be lovely, I can't wait to see it."

"Hopefully, this one doesn't die within a month or two of me marrying them." Margaery rolled her eyes. "Although, so long as he doesn't die on his wedding day I may actually get to bed one this time. Tommen is quite insistent on kissing."

Sansa chuckled. "Margaery!" She exclaimed.

Margaery laughed too. "It's true! He can't keep his lips off of me!" She replied. Her laugh fell a bit, however. "Although, I do need to find a way to stop the Hand from influencing him so much. Randyll Tarly would have been perfect for the Master of Laws role, yet we now have another Lannister at court."

Sansa sighed. "Tyland is worried too you know." She told her friend. "We don't discuss much, but I can sense it when I do see him. He's worried about Tyrell influence at court. You are the only House that could come close to rivalling the Lannisters."

"You are a Lannister." Margaery commented, and Sansa fake gagged.

"Hopefully never, not truly." Sansa told her honestly. She took a breath and then said calmly. "If you want to influence Tommen, then be the friend to Tyland's foe. He rules Tommen by fear under the guise of mentorship. Tommen isn't a fool, he knows what Tyland is capable of. Be the King's friend, laugh at his jokes and let him kiss you and rant about cats or whatever he likes now. He'd rather listen to a friend as he grows than be dictated to."

Margaery had listened on in amazement. "Lady Stark." She grinned. "You are not the meek housewife that the Lannisters believe you to be."

Sansa smiled as she reached out for her son again. "I play my role, as you play yours." Was all she said in response.

Margaery had a look on her face as she began to think about things properly. "Tommen hated Joffrey for hurting him and Myrcella as children." She pondered aloud. "Perhaps I can work with that…"

The battle was over as quickly as Damian had predicted, so quickly that those inside Riverrun didn't even have a chance to rally and lead a charge themselves. Hundreds of dead Frey's lay on the ground outside Riverrun and Loren had tasked his own men with sorting through them and disposing of them whilst he stood in the Frey command tent and perused over the Frey plans. He was grateful to discover a letter saying that there wouldn't be any reinforcements, and he was about to look over the supply levels when the tent flaps rustled.

"Ser Stevron Frey, My Lord." Loren turned to see his friend Ser Eldrick Sarsfield with another man in his colours push a Frey to his knees in the mud. "We caught him fleeing."

Ser Stevron had a bandage around his leg that Loren noticed first. "I shot him myself." Eldrick grinned.

"Nice shooting." Loren murmured. "Ser Stevron, I am grateful to find you alive."

Stevron growled. "It was butchery, not battle."

Loren nodded in agreement. "It was. Next time you should learn to prepare for an assault on your siege. You should have known that House Lannister wouldn't allow you to besiege our castle."

"It's our castle boy, it was granted to my brother…"

"Who is married to a Lannister." Loren interrupted impatiently. "And I've been around that particular relationship long enough to know that it's a Lannister castle." Loren sighed. "Call me boy one more time and that leg wound will get worse."

Stevron scoffed. "You are but a boy, making threats when you have me in chains."

Loren scratched his head and just nodded to Eldrick, who slammed his boot on the leg wound. Stevron howled in pain as he dropped to the ground. Eldrick then picked him up again and Loren moved to stand over the bound Frey heir. "Now let's start again, shall we? I am here to end this little rebellion as quickly as I can. Once I have finished up here I will march on the Twins and your Father will surrender to me and we can move on with all of our lives."

Stevron sighed as the pain started slowly to subside. "What is it you want?"

Loren smiled. "Good, we can talk. Lift him up." He ordered, and Stevron Frey was pulled to his feet. Loren walked around the map and began to draw lines. "All lands watered by the Blackwater Rush in Riverland territory will hereby belong to the Westerlands and become vassals of House Payne." He said, drawing the new border. "Your Father knows about that one, but now it's being forced on him for his rebellion." He then pointed to Harrenhal. "This will be given to your brother, Olyvar Frey, who we have chosen a wife for. His lands will fall under the newly expanded Crownlands, ending here." He drew another line just underneath Darry, joining the Trident to the new Payne borders. "And finally, Lord Walder will release five boys under the age of 15 to become hostages of the Crown. I'll let him choose those."

Stevron laughed bitterly. "That's almost a third of our lands."

"Rebellions have consequences." Loren snarled, realising the irony of his words as soon as he said them. "This is not a negotiation, Ser Stevron. These are the demands of King Tommen. Now we've tried to be as lenient as possible given our past relationship but instead of discussing his grievances, Lord Walder sent men to force our hand. Consider it forced, and your army broken."

Stevron grit his teeth. "You understand I cannot order a full surrender, that falls to my Father."

Loren nodded. "I do, and we will march there once we have combined our supplies and we can both discuss this with Lord Walder himself."

"He won't listen without concessions of your own. You broke your oaths, Lannister." Stevron accused. "He will want recompense."

"He can keep his life, that's all the recompense I will grant him." Loren said darkly. He gestured to Eldrick. "Have him secured in a prison tent as befits his rank as heir to the Lord Paramount." He ordered. "Think on my words, Ser Stevron, and figure out a way to save the rest of your families lives before more die at my sword, yourself included."

As Sansa and Margaery were together with baby Arthur, Tyland and Tommen were in the Small Council chamber. The meeting had just finished with Kevan's introduction as Master of Laws, and Tyland had requested that the King stay behind for a few moments.

"I had some thoughts about my wedding with Margaery." Tommen said before Tyland could begin. "I don't want a large affair, and I don't want 77 courses again."

Tyland agreed. "No, the realm should be able to cope if the guests you invite can remain comfortably in the Queens Ballroom, Your Grace." He told the King. "How about 7 courses? That way you are still honouring the Gods."

Tommen thought for a moment and nodded. "Yes, 7 will do. Have the last course be applecakes." He said. Tyland nodded and scribbled the request down. He placed his quill against the table and began to discuss the matter that had been on his mind. "There is also another wedding we must soon discuss with Lord Tyrell."

Tommen looked confused for a moment before he fell deathly white. "Mother won't be happy. She doesn't want it to happen."

"And what do you think?" Tyland asked. "Not as Tommen, son of Cersei. Think as Tommen, First of His Name. King of the Andals."

Tommen looked confused. "But they are one and the same Uncle."

Tyland sighed. "I mean, think as the King. A match with House Lannister and Tyrell together with House Baratheon and Tyrell is an alliance that nobody will be able to challenge. You are lucky in finding love in your alliance match, not all of us are."

"You do not love Lady Sansa?" Tommen asked, surprised. Internally Tyland was wondering if the boy even had eyes, but he threw that thought away quickly.

"I am fond of her." He lied. "But no, love has not come yet. Perhaps through Arthur we can find some affection, but I will settle for the alliance she brings us with the North and the Riverlands."

Tommen was confused again for a moment before remembering. "Oh yes, Arya."

Sighing, Tyland stood up and walked over to a map. "Come here." He said as gently as he could. "Thus far House Lannister are directly linked to the Stormlands through you, to the North through Lady Sansa and to the Riverlands through Lady Arya. From there we also get a familial link to the Vale, though Lady Lysa doesn't see it like that. With your marriage you will get a link to the Reach through Margaery."

"So isn't that enough?" Tommen asked.

Tyland took a breath again. "It could be, but it will strengthen if Cersei marries Loras. Think of it like this, your nephew by marriage could rule the Reach, or your brother by blood."

Tommen's eyes widened. "I don't want one if they're like Joff…"

"Do you really think a relative of Margaery could turn out like Joffrey?" Tyland asked, an eyebrow raised.

"No." Tommen sighed in relief. "No, she's too good for that."

"Then there is nothing to fear, Your Grace." Tyland insisted. "The match is a good one, your Grandfather thought so, otherwise he wouldn't have made the match."

Tommen nodded. "You're right, Uncle. We should wait until I am wed though before we plan another wedding. Margaery deserves full attention."

"And I am sure she will get it." Tyland said calmly. "Thank you, Your Grace. I shall speak with Lord Tyrell tomorrow about the matter, but as you say we shall wait to plan."

"Thank you, Uncle." Tommen grinned. "If you'll excuse me, I have a lunch date with Lady Margaery soon and I wish to change."

Tyland bowed his head. "Of course, Your Grace." He said politely, and he watched the young King leave the chamber happily thinking that under his own guidance, Tommen could make a fine King.

After the men outside Riverrun could go about their jobs without Loren overseeing them, the young Lannister made his way inside the castle of Riverrun. He was greeted by Lord Emmon and Lady Genna, along with Cleos' eldest son Tywin. He allowed his squire to greet his family first before he found himself wrapped in a bear hug from his great aunt.

"Thank you, Loren." Emmon Frey said honestly. "I still can't believe my own Father would siege me quite like that."

"I can." Genna rolled her eyes. "Go on boys, you both have a lot to catch up with each other." She said to Tywin and Willam.

Willam looked at Loren hopefully, and Loren inclined his head in agreement. "Go, I have no need of you for a while."

"Thank you, My Lord." Willam grinned, as he ran off with Tywin.

Loren then turned to Emmon. "I'll leave 3,000 men here at Riverrun under the command of my uncle, Ser Merlon Crakehall. Just in case we get flanked and another Frey group decide to rob you of this castle."

Emmon bowed his head thankfully. "As you wish."

"Rooms have been set aside for you." Genna explained. "Come, I will take you to them." She placed her arm around Loren and began dragging him away and up a tower. "Thank you for bringing Willam." She said.

"He is my squire, of course I was going to bring him." Loren shrugged. "I was surprised not to see Cleos here though."

Genna rolled her eyes. "He stuck around in King's Landing for Tyrion's wedding the fool. Although, I suppose that means he's safe."

Loren's face dropped at the mention of the imp. "You've heard about what happened, I assume…"

Genna nodded. "I have, that fool Stevron didn't shoot down any birds coming in." She sighed. "Tywin was a cruel man and in many ways deserved his fate, but he was still my brother and I loved him. He never treated Tyrion as his son though, and in many ways that broke the poor boy."

"I told him, about Tysha." Loren admitted, not surprised that the elderly woman knew exactly what had happened. "I'm the reason Grandfather is dead."

"You are, and you will learn from that." Genna nodded. "You are young, mistakes happen that you learn from. You just have had the misfortune to make multiple in a short space of time."

Loren frowned. "I'll never consider my marriage a mistake." He said sharply. "I won't let that be my child's legacy."

"Then do better." Genna said firmly. "You did well today, make sure you do the same for as long as you live. We are Lannisters, boy, we have a place in society that many would shoot us down from. It's up to you and your Father now to make sure that House Lannister remains strong."

Loren bristled. "I'm not a boy anymore Aunt Genna, I know my errors, stop lecturing me like one."

Genna turned and jabbed a finger in Loren's chest. "Then stop acting like one and begin to put the lives of your people first." She snarled. "You want to be treated like a man? Fine then. Think on how many men died from your decision to wed the woman you fancied as a child. We had deaths here in Riverrun. Those men you slaughtered outside these walls, all of those had families that cared about them, that relied on them. All of those people will suffer and die because you couldn't keep your cock out of Cerenna." She jabbed him again. "Tywin is gone. One day your Father will be gone, and you will have nobody but yourself to clean up these messes for you, so stop making them and think of your subjects. Tywin was many uncaring things, but he never did anything that would risk his position. Learn from him whatever way you will but grow up and start thinking ahead." She took a deep breath and pointed to a door. "Your rooms, Loren. I will see you for supper."

When news of the freeing of Riverrun came to King's Landing Tyland was impressed. He had started to think of Loren as weak willed with the Tyrion incident, but his effective slaughter of the Frey host and his plan for taking the Twins seemed a smart one, so Tyland simply wrote back to do as Loren had said but to not give the Frey's any room for negotiation.

With the raven sent, Tyland decided he had better tell the King of the current state of the war. It was around noon so he knew that Tommen would be walking with Margaery around the gardens and made that the first place he looked. Sure enough, Tommen and Margaery were there, although they had guests. Tyland scowled when he noticed Prince Oberyn and his paramore, but he kept to the shadows as the group finished their conversation and parted ways. Thankfully, Tommen and Margaery were coming his way, so he emerged and walked towards the betrothed pair. "Your Grace, Lady Margaery."

"Uncle." Tommen smiled brightly. "I wasn't expecting to see you this afternoon."

"Urgent business I'm afraid Your Grace." Tyland explained. "News has come from Riverrun."

That peaked Tommen's interest. "From Loren? Is he alright?"

Tyland nodded. "If we could speak in private?" He asked, glancing at the Tyrell woman.

Margaery took the hint. "I will see you later, Your Grace. We should go fishing once more! I hear different fish appear in the evening."

Tommen smiled. "A wonderful idea My Lady." Margaery giggled before she kissed the King on his cheek and walked away, Ser Garth Hightower following her. "What's happened at Riverrun Uncle?" Tommen asked.

"Loren has broken the siege decisively Your Grace." Tyland explained as they walked the gardens. "He marches on the Twins as we speak eager to bring the matter to a close."

"And gain more lands for both of us." Tommen smirked. "Good, but was that all? I had another hour with…"

"There was more." Tyland insisted, interrupting the King. He eyed Sandor Clegane, the Kingsguard warrior on protection duty today, leering from a short distance and kept his voice low. "Prince Oberyn is a dangerous man, Your Grace, may I ask what he wanted?"

Tommen blinked a couple of times before nodding slowly. "He was thanking me." Tommen said quietly.

"For?" Tyland raised an eyebrow."

Tommen sighed. "I have summoned Ser Gregor Clegane to the Red Keep Uncle, in order to answer for his crimes."

Tyland felt like he had been slapped in the face. "Excuse me?" He asked, his voice raising.

"I have summoned Ser Gregor Clegane to the Red Keep to answer…"

"He is my bannerman." Tyland said sharply. "Did you not think to warn me, or ask me about this?"

Tommen looked hurt. "You don't understand." He pouted. "The things he's done… I want none of it in my rule."

Tyland closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Your Grace, Ser Gregor is a valued banner of my own. You should have mentioned this to me."

"I couldn't." Tommen insisted. "Oberyn said…"

"Oberyn has been after House Lannister's demise ever since the death of his sister." Tyland interrupted again. "All of us, that includes you."

"I know!" Tommen almost shouted, tears welling in his eyes. "Please, do not interrupt me again, Uncle. I am explaining." Tyland took a deep, frustrated breath, but he nodded and allowed Tommen to continue. "I know, because Prince Oberyn gave me this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Lannister necklace, one that he knew only a handful of people had. "He found me and Margaery the other day and told me all about his sister, and what Ser Gregor did. He said he liked Myrcella and she gave him this, but she wouldn't have willingly."

Tyland sighed. "Then arrest him for threatening the Princess."

Tommen shook his head. "Then Margaery said how wonderful an idea that was, that I could be the one to gain justice for Dorne."

Tyland knew what happened then. "And so you agreed, because Lady Margaery said it was a fine idea."

"Uncle, he murdered a baby." Tommen insisted. "I might have been too scared or too smitten to say no, but I don't want to say no. Ser Gregor should stand trial, and then everyone will have closure at the very least."

Tyland shook his head. "You do not understand the consequences, Your Grace. Prince Oberyn's idea of justice is to kill Ser Gregor himself. Nothing else will do. There is a reason that both myself and your Grandfather kept Ser Gregor away whenever Prince Oberyn was around, and that's because if it comes to it there will be a fight, and Prince Oberyn will die."

Tommen gulped. "Perhaps not. He is very skilled."

Tyland shook his head. "Not skilled enough." He muttered. "I will look into the safety of the Princess. What's done is done now, but the end results are on your own head, Tommen. I will try and limit the damage as best I can." He went to move away from the King, but after a step he turned back. "Make sure you have multiple guards with you at all times, Your Grace. If Prince Oberyn can so brazenly threaten you, then who knows who will lurk in the corners." Tyland then turned and stormed off to the Tower of the Hand, furiously working out all the possibilities of the coming conflict that both he and his Father had desperately tried to avoid.

The Frey's in Season 6 had no real idea on which armies could come for them while besieging Riverrun, and while in the show it was allies, this time it is Loren. The battle was just a rout which is why I didn't write it, and the main things to take from the Riverland scenes is Loren's negotiation stance as well as his talk with Genna.

In King's Landing we also have the cracks within House Lannister becoming larger and more visible. Cersei is making her threats, although this time she has Sansa bite back at her. Sansa was a fun one this chapter, I really enjoyed both her scene with Cersei as well as with Margaery.

Tyland thinks he is playing Tommen alone, but the reality of course is a bit different. Margaery knows the rumours of what happened to Elia and the Targaryen children and she knows that Oberyn was looking for revenge. She told Tommen a version of the truth in order to get Oberyn riled up and create a new problem for Tyland to deal with.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, it was a really interesting one to right because of the political ramifications, something I'm not overly sure I'm very good at personally but I enjoyed it, nonetheless.

Next time: We are solely in King's Landing with another Wedding, the arrival of Gregor Clegane and the emergence of a certain religious fanatic…

Reviews:

Silver Crow: I'm a few chapters ahead and writing Tyland as the actual Hand and being the one giving the orders is a really nice change of pace, and the Tommen scenes with everyone the young King interacts with as a result of the new power dynamics are some of my favourites at the moment.

Vwchick: I totally agree! Cersei really isn't happy with the current arrangement, and she definitely won't be happy once Tyland spends more time teaching Tommen.

SilverArrow123: Wow thank you! I'm not convinced it's one of the best myself, but I do try. Aegon and JonCon are book characters and this is a show fic, so no they won't be making an appearance I'm afraid. The Golden Company however may do…

Hail King Cerion: Welcome back! Of course you are forgiven, it's always good to see you reviewing. I haven't seen past the start of Season 2 of Vikings so I can't say the comparison to Aslaug is intentional, but I hope that's a positive thing?

Supremus85: No, I'm presuming that King's Landing is the central seat of governing for Westeros. If Washington DC effectively told another country to stop trading with Florida alone, or it will lose the other 49 states, then the other country would listen because the choice of losing all of that trade compared to only losing one is not even a debate.

Rolling Mist 13: Thank you! It was a really fun one to write for some of the reasons you listed. The name comparison with Arthur Dayne is coincidental, but there is a reason he's called Arthur.