Author's note: Many have questioned whether Tywin would have killed his bastard grandson or not. One must remember Tywin's utter devotion to keeping the family image. He despises the idea if mistresses due to his experiences with his father who took two. The idea of his eldest son fathering a bastard would damage the reputation, he had worked so hard to maintain. Tywin has a history of going overboard when it comes to dealing with problems.

Tychus prediction of a war came true when Robert's Rebellion began and as he anticipated it was none other than Crown Prince Rhaegar that started it. He had abducted Lyanna Stark and when her brother Brandon rode to Kings Landing demanding her back King Aerys imprisoned him. He then sent for Brandon's father Rickard to answer for his crime of treason, The Mad King then had the both of them executed in a brutal fashion. Afterward, King Aerys demanded the deaths of Robert Baratheon the Lord of the Stormlands and Ned Stark, the new Warden of the North. The realm knew that one day the king would go too far and he finally did. The Stormlands, the North, the Vale and the Riverlands all rose up against the Targaryens. Tychus was embittered by the death of Brandon he seemed like a good man.

Upon hearing of the coming war, Tychus wrote to Oberyn with a suggestion. If Tychus guaranteed the safety of Elia and her children, then they could work together to overthrow Rhaegar and his father. Keen on getting revenge on Rhaegar Oberyn was naturally intrigued and relayed the suggestion to his brother Doran. To both Tychus and Oberyn's disappointment, the Prince of Dorne refused. "We swore an oath to House Targaryen," Doran reminded them, "I'll not have it said that we do not keep our word."

Equally sirprising was Tywin's reaction to all of this. Tychus like most Westermen expected Tywin to join the rebels, the insufferable slights and the fact that the rebels were winning battle after battle, it seemed to be the golden opportunity. Both Tychus and Tygett brought the idea to Tywin, but to their surprise he refused.

Tychus was particularly angry about it, "those silver-haired sprites have insulted us again and again despite our loyal services to them," Tychus pointed out. "Now we finally have a chance to rain vengeance down upon them and you won't even take advantage of it?"

"It would be a poor choice to commit to either side Tychus," Tywin replied, "Aerys Targaryen is a madman, yet Robert Baratheon is a whoremonger."

Tychus threw his hands into the air, "Robert Baratheon never wronged us, besides who cares who is king? As long as Aerys and Rhaegar are not sitting the iron throne does it really matter to us?"

Tywin glared at his son, "Aerys has your Brother," Tywin snapped. Would you risk his life for your own personal glory?"

"He may kill Jaime anyway for not joining him," Tychus retorted. "or even just on a whim."

Tyin's eyes narrowed, "my decision is final Tychus, we will remain in the westerlands and I'll hear no more about it."

Tychus sighed in exasperation but finally relented, "could we at least ready our army just in case?"

Tywin locked eyes with him and gave a wave of his hand, "very well, go on then oversee preparations." Tychus gave a nod and left the room.

Tychus sent the ravens out almost immediately. It took a week for the host of 30,000 to assemble and once it had Tychus began preparing it for war. He ensured they were all properly equipped and supplied and had every castle fill their larders in case of siege. Tychus spent over a year overseeing the training of the army, with ceaseless drills. the forges burned day and night making weapons and armour. Tychus smiled to himself confident that House Lannister would be ready for war once Father decided to join the fray. Tychus also began speaking with certain lords regarding some tasks that were to be done in his absence

In his spare time, Tychus kept himself sharp by sparing with Lyle Crackhall and other seasoned warriors. Off to the side, Cersei watched her brother duel. She admired both her brothers, Jaime as her twin and lover was one of the few people she truly loved. Then there was Tychus, he treated her as an equal despite being older, teaching her swordsmanship and politics when he could. He was more than just a brother, he was her mentor, her hero, a second father to her.

Cersei held her breath as Tychus forced Lyle back, Despite being much stronger than Tychus, the Demon of the Rock made up for this in sheer viciousness. Soon Tychus was able to knock the larger man down. Tychus helped him up and the two men started again. "Keep your guard up," Tychus told the other man, "else I'll ring your head like the bells of Norvos."

As the war dragged on Tychus kept himself updated on the recent events. From the initial conflicts at Summerhall, to Robert's first and only defeat at Ashford, to the Targaryen's crushing defeat at The Bells. Tychus laughed out loud when he learned of the Tyrell siege of Storm's End. "Arrogant Tyrell maggot," Tychus sneered, "he just cost the Dragons the entire war." According to Tychus, 'the fate of house Targaryen has been sealed by House Tyrell.' Then came the decisive Battle of the Trident. Prince Rhaegar was killed along with Prince Lewyn Martell and Jonothor Darry of the Kingsguard, while another kingsguard Barristan Selmy was gravely injured. In a single battle House Targaryen just lost its heir and half of its personal guard.

Tychus chuckled to himself the dragons reckoning was at hand. Pouring himself a cup of wine, Tychus raised a mocking toast. "Farewell Rhaegar Targaryen, may you rot in the foulest depth of hell for causing all this suffering."

Shortly after learning about the Trident, Tychus was summoned to his father's chambers. Tychus was still quite raw about what he did to Bree and if not for the fact that this very man was his father. Tychus would have rammed his fist into his stomach and broke his damn spine. But no, the time was not today and killing him would be too easy. dealing with his father would require something a little more subtle yet just as spiteful. But for now, he would be the good little boy Tywin wants him to be.

Soon after the Battle of the Trident, Tywin called Tychus to his solar. "you summoned me father?" Tychus said walking in, "I suspect you have a reason for pulling me away from my 'duties'."

Tywin frowned, 'your precious axe can wait Tychus, sit down." Tychus obliged as his father spoke again. "You and I will be marching to Kings Landing with 12,000 men proclaiming aid to the king."

Tychus cocked an eyebrow, "you mean to join Aerys father? After all his insults and now that his cause is all but lost?"

Tywin shook his head, "I don't mean to join Aerys, son, that's only what I will have him believe."

Tychus took a moment then his eyes widened as he realized what his father was implying. 'You-you can't be serious."

"I am."

Tychus stood up, "We spent over a year in neutrality, lending aid to either side since they were of no concern to us. Now you would have us suck up to the winners when victory is all but assured?" Tychus ran his fingers through his hair.

"That is why we must prove to King Robert that we are truly loyal, and it is time we brought this war to a swift end."

Tychus turned to him his eyes burning, "We wouldn't have to prove anything if we had joined the rebels in the first place like I suggested," he shot back. "Declaring neutrality is one thing but licking the boots of the victors is disgusting." He leaned in until he was eye to eye with his father. "Since when did House Lannister stoop to the same level as House Frey?!" He thundered as he straightened up, "and here I thought you had more pride than that."

"Careful Tychus," Tywin warned, "you may be my heir but you still have much to learn. When Robert sees our contribution to his cause than he will recognize us as an ally."

Tychus sighed, and backed off, "fine," he muttered. "But if we're going to do this we might as well go all the way in our 'contribution'."

Tywin looked at him curiously, "go on."

Tychus pointed to Storm's End on a nearby map, "Mace Tyrell is currently besieging Storm's End with 50,000 men, Give me your blessing and I shall destroy it."

"And how will you do that?" Tywin asked.

"You go to Kings Landing with 12,000, give me 18,000 men. We'll take them from the rear and crush them before they realize what is happening."

"Mace Tyrell will outnumber you almost three to one," Tywin pointed out.

"Which is why I should command our most seasoned men for the battle."

"I need those men to sack Kings Landing." Tywin insisted.

"I trained those men for war, not brigandage," Tychus retorted. "They are meant to fight against knights and men at arms not chase hapless peasants down the streets. The seasoned men go with me, it's high time they earned their mettle."

"Randyll Tarly is a formidable battle commander though, with more experience than you."

Tychus waved it off, "no doubt Lord Randyll and Mathis Rowan will provide complications. But the Tyrells are flower headed weaklings, green as their sigil, and not nearly as well equipped as our own men. Give me your blessing, and Robert shall reward us for saving his home and his brothers."

Tywin thought on it for a moment, it would definitely help secure himself as a rebel and it would indeed earn more favor with Robert Baratheon, after a moment he gave his son a nod, "go and see it done." Tychus bowed and left the room with a huge grin on his face.

Thanks to the preparations Tychus had made it didn't take long for them to assemble the army, which by now numbered about 20,000 trained men. When he had been hunting bandits in the Riverlands, Tychus had taken to going into combat bare of armour like the Berserkers of old. But now it was a different time, This was war and Tychus understood that he needed to don proper attire. He was now fitted head to toe in dark grey armour that included gauntlets ending in fierce claws. For the final touch, a helm topped with 8-inch bull horns protruding straight up from just above his ears.

As Tychus prepared to leave Casterly Rock, his sister came to see him off. "Must you leave so soon?" She asked.

Tychus gave her a smile, "this will change the fate of House Lannister forever, little sister." He cupped her cheeks, "I promise you Cersei after this everything will be different."

Cersei gave her brother a hug and nuzzled against his chest, "Please return with Jaime," she pleaded before giving him a kiss on the cheek, Tychus nodded and mounted his stallion.

Tywin took 12,000 men from houses Crackhall, Marbrand, Banefort, Lydden, Swift, Westerling, Payne, Clegane, and Lorch. Tychus marched south along the Blackwater with a larger force of 18,000 men which included the soldiers he had personally trained. He was accompanied by the Fangs of Maw, several lords and landed knights of houses Lefford, Brax, Prester, Sarswyck, Broom, Stackspear, Doggett, Foote, Jast, Turnberry, Sarsfield, Yarwyck, Vikary, Yew and Greenfield. He also took with him his many of his hardcore followers Lyle Crakehall, Addam Marbrand and Harwyn Plumm as well as almost every squire there was in the Westerlands who were eager to earn their knighthood in the coming battle.

Of course, Tychus failed to tell his father the entirety of his plan. While he did intend to march on Storm's End, before he did so, Tychus would pay Kings Landing a visit. As he neared the capital He turned to Addam Marbrand, "take the army and march to Bronzegate, I will meet back with you shortly."

"Are you not coming with us?" Ser Addam asked.

Tychus have him a glare, "not quite yet, I am going to King's Landing, to settle a score with our beloved king."

Lord Lefford nodded, Tychus hatred for Aerys and Rhaegar was widely well known in the Westerlands, and now had finally had his chance at payback. "good luck my lord," he said.

Tychus smiled, "I make my own luck Ser Addam." With that Tychus and the Fangs of Maw rode to Kings Landing. By now the Maw consisted of Ser Lirigon, Fletcher Dick, Sandor Clegane, Aegon Bloodborn, Blackshield, Bronn, Karl Tanner, Lothar Brune, Tristan Rivers, Pello Greenbeard, Lem Lemoncloak, Rolly Duckfield, Humphrey Stone, Orson Stone, Franklyn Flowers, Caspor Hill, Small Paul, Tom of Sevenstreams, and the archers Ulmer and Dennet.

Despite the fact that he had speed on his side, Tychus had been leading a larger host and had taken a longer route to the capitol. Tychus had hoped to reach King's Landing before his father, everything now depended on speed. But alas things did not go quite as Tychus planned. Both parties arrived at about the same time, with the Maw arriving shortly after Tywin.

By this time the sacking had already begun, fires had started smallfolk butchered and the defenders were fighting desperately against the overwhelming odds. In any other time, Tychus would have relished in it but he had more pressing matters to deal with. Tychus shook his head, "I don't believe this, my father couldn't at least wait until the better portion of his men were inside the Castle first before turning on the defenders? Talk about sloppy."

Knowing they would never be able to enter the castle in their current attire. Tychus and his men killed a number of Targaryen soldiers and took their uniforms. Now in garments bearing the Three-headed dragon of House Targaryen, Tychus led the Fangs to the Red Keep. Along the way, Tychus gathered any Targaryen loyalists he could find, among them, was Ser Alliser Thorne and Ser Jaremy Rykker.

"Come," Tychus urged, "we need to get to the Keep while there is still a chance to save the rest of the Targaryen family."

"And just who died and left you in command," Ser Alliser scoffed defiantly.

Thankfully the men didn't recognize him under them helm as he grabbed the man by the collar. "Rhaegar died and left nobody in command," Tychus quipped. "Unless you want to do it," he turned to Ser Jaremy, "or how about you, perhaps you should take command?"

The two knights looked at each other uncertainly neither one of them had received a command before and with the chaos around them what choice did they have. Tychus led the loyalists into the Red Keep killing any Lannister that they happened to come across. Once they entered the Red Keep they barred the entrance before heading further inside the castle Tychus and the Maw rushed to the throne room to deal with the Mad King. But when he arrived he saw his little brother Jaime drive his blade into his own King's back. 'Jaime was a member of the Kingsguard and he had just broken a sacred oath.' Tychus thought as he rushed forward and checked the body.

"He was going to burn the whole city with wildfire," Jaime explained. "I did what I had to do to save the people."

Tychus nodded, "then speak no more about it, despite the virtue of your actions no one can know what you've done this day."

Jaime tilted his head confused as Tychus wretched the bloody sword from his brother's hand. Jaime realized the implication and turned towards the door."
Tychus knelt down and turned the Kings head so his lifeless eyes looked up and his own. "He should have known better than to trust our father," he smirked.

"He should have know better than to trust Pycelle," Jaime replied. "It was Grand Maester Pycelle that told Aerys to open the gates."

"Is that so?" Tychus sneered, "Than I will make sure to pay him a visit when I get the chance." Tychus rubbed his chin in thought and said, "look after Tyrion for me, he'll need you now more than ever." Jaime started to turn towards Tychus his expression confused as Tychus stood up. Then without warning Tychus knocked his brother out with a strike to the neck. "You'll thank me, one-day little brother," he said simply as Jaime crumpled to the ground. Tychus gripped his brother's sword and turned back to King Aerys corpse. He grabbed the head late king by his ridiculously long hair and brought the blade to the neck. "This is for insulting my mother you little shit," he snarled. With a swipe he slit Aerys' throat, making sure the wound would span all around his neck. The move was so powerful it nearly decapitated him. Reaching into the large gash Tychus grabbed the tongue and pulled it through the slit creating the Dothraki Necklace.

Tychus stood up and wiped the blood on his crimson cloak and smiled at his handiwork laughing before spitting on the corpse. Picking up the sword Tychus rushed out of the throne room and headed for Maegor's Holdfast. Nearby the others were waiting for him. He turned to Karl Tanner, "Find Grand Maester Pycelle and bring him to me," he ordered, "and remember, I WANT HIM ALIVE!"

Karl Tanner nodded and began his search.

When Tychus exited the throne room Ser Alliser was waiting for him

"Where is the King?" Ser Alliser demanded as Tychus came out.

Tychus frowned, "the Lannisters got to him first," he growled. "All that can be done is save Elia and her children."

He led the remaining loyalists to the holdfast where he received a shock, a sizable group of Lannisters was standing around the fortress while several others broke through the gates. Tychus recognized them as men of House Clegane and Lorch from the triple dogs and manticores on their surcoats. 'How is this possible,' he thought. 'The gates are sealed they could not have so far inside.' Tychus darted back and forth quickly as he counted, there must have been at least 150 men here. He regarded his own forces, 100 loyalists, and the Maw. He was satisfied that these were good odds. Off to the side, he saw three men standing over a Lannister knight clapped in irons.

Tychus gave the signal, and the loyalists hurled themselves at the westermen before they realized they were not alone. Fletcher Dick, Ulmer, and Dennet had climbed up on the battlements and loosed arrow after arrow on their enemy below while Tychus and the Maws cut a bloody path to the Holdfast. Ser Lirogon rushed over and freed the chained knight and after being given a sword joined the fray. The westermen were able to hold their own against the loyalists but they were no match for the Maw. The men of House Clegane and Lorch were known for their ferocity and cruelty, but that was all they were, vicious beasts. The Maw was comprised of some of the best killers in Westeros, renowned for their skill. That was why Tychus chose them, they were fighters, hunters and hunters kill beasts.

It didn't take them long to reach the holdfast, Tychus pounded down the hallways, searching for the royal apartments, where Elia and her children resided. Around him, he saw the bodies of dead Targaryen soldiers and a few Lannisters. One soldier, in particular, had both his arms torn out of their sockets and another cut clean in half. A sense of dread filled him. He knew who had done this, the question was where the hell was he. As he made for Elia's chambers, he heard a scream come from the chambers of the former crown prince. Glancing between the two rooms Tychus decided to head in the direction of the screams.

When Tychus entered the room he found one of his father's men holding a little girl by her hair. The girl was sobbing incoherently as the man drew a knife preparing to stab her. "Amory Lorch," Tychus roared in an authoritative voice. the man spun around to see who was their his face full of fear, but once he saw who had called his name, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"General Tychus, thank the seven it's you, I was just about to carry out your father's orders," He relaxed his arm and dropped the hand with the blade to his side.

Tychus smirked and stepped forward, 'this fat fool has no idea.' "Yes thank the seven," he said, "or maybe just the Stranger." Amory looked at him confused, then without warning, Tychus grabbed Lorch by the throat and squeezed hard causing the man to drop his dagger. Tychus then threw him against the wall dazing him. Lorch was a small man so for Tychus this wasn't difficult. Amory went to draw his sword, but before he could act on it. Tychus grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up. Tychus lifted his other hand and leveled it with the knight's head. Lorch's eyes widened in terror as Tychus slammed the base of his palm into Lorch's face caving it in. Tychus released the body and it slumped to the floor lifeless.

Tychus casually wiped his hands on his cloak before turning to Rhaenys who was paralyzed with fright. Tychus had always been an intimidating figure, so to try he knelt down to her level. "It's alright little one," he said as gently as he could. "I'm a friend of your mother's," he held out his hand for her to take.

The little girl took Tychus' hand hesitantly, her eyes were swimming with tears. "h-he said they killed mommy and Egg," she manages to get out.

"Shhh," Tychus hushed her and placed a hand on her shoulder trying to soothe her. "Wait under the bed and I will go get your mommy, can you do that for me?" Rhaenys nodded and did as Tychus asked. At that moment Ser Alliser and Ser Jaremy entered the room. "Make sure no harm comes to her," Tychus ordered. The two knights gave a curt nod as he left the room.

With Rhaenys safe, Tychus rushed to aid Elia, he quickly realized that it was the only place Ser Gregor could be, the painful memory of Bree filled him up, her broken mangled, body, her eyes empty. He didn't care what he had to do, he would not let Elia suffer the same fate as his beloved Bree. The unquenchable hunger for vengeance filled him and strengthened his resolve.

Tychus arrived to find none other than Gregor Clegane standing over Elia who was cowering in the corner sobbing. "BACK OFF CLEGANE," Tychus roared. The large man turned to him with a grin on his face before turning back to his victim. This enraged Tychus, 'this brute has the audacity to ignore ME? Well, he'll pay for that.' Tychus noticed that the man had his breeches down, 'How perfectly poetic,' Tychus thought as he drew his axe and made a downward swipe. spike of the axe hooked upward and made contact with the large man's private parts.

Ser Gregor screamed in pain as Tychus drew it out slowly. The move effectively castrated him and his blood flowed uncontrollably on to the floor. The Giant held the area where his cock used to be with one hand and tried to grab at Tychus, Tychus smirked and struck him in the face with a mailed fist, breaking the larger man's nose and knocking out several of his teeth.

As this happened Sandor Clegane came in. Tychus turned to him and said, "now it the time for your vengeance my friend."

Sandor looked between Tychus and his older brother. He drew his sword and placed it on his brother's neck. "This is for my face you bastard," he growled and with one thrust, the Hound drove his blade all the way through the Mountain, nearly beheading him. The giant fell to the side lifeless as Tychus breathed a sigh, Bree had been partially avenged this day, he thought, but the task was only half done.

Tychus turned away from the corpse and knelt to the clearly frightened Princess, "Elia."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she now recognized him "Ty-Tychus?" Tychus nodded as she embraced him sobbing.

Tychus returned the hug and he looked her over, her dress was badly torn and her limbs were bruised, but it seemed that the damage did not extend beyond that, still. "Did- did he?" Tychus began before Elia stopped him, "No you killed him before he could." She turned to the side and started sobbing again, Tychus looked in the direction she had and the sight stunned him. The remains of an infant were lying in the corner, the head was gone and its blood was all over the wall as well as the floor. Tychus didn't need to guess who it was.

"That thing killed him," Elia wept, "It killed my poor boy, bashed his head against the wall like a doll." Then her tear-streaked eyes turned to panic, "Rhaenys," she exclaimed and tried to get up, "my daughter-"

As she tried to get up she gasped in pain and almost fell before Tychus caught her, "It's alright Elia, Rhaenys is safe, but you must not exert yourself, I'll go fetch her." Tychus left quickly and returned a moment later carrying the little girl in his arm.

"Rhaenys!" Elia cried out, the girl leaped into her mother's outstretched arms and they held each other in a tight embrace as if the next moment would break them apart. The sight was enough to make Tychus smile, but now they faced another problem.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, "Princess we must leave now before more of my father's men show up." Elia nodded as they made their way out of the Holdfast.

Tychus stopped himself and turned towards the body. Before he left he needed to send a message to his father. Tychus removed the man's breastplate and rolled the corpse onto its stomach. he then drew his knife and started cutting into the back and pulling the skin apart. With the skin out of the way, Tychus separated several ribs from the spinal cord until the lungs were exposed. Tychus reached in the pulled the lungs out until they were hanging outside the body. The Bloody Eagle, only mentioned in whispers in the south but a very real method in the North.

Tychus smiled at his handiwork before putting his own personal touch. He took a bowl and filled it with blood and placed it gently on the corpse. He then took a plate of cheese and placed it on the body of Amory Lorch. Now satisfied with the message he had arranged, Tychus made his way out of the Holdfast.

By the time they got out, the Maw and the remaining loyalists had secured the serpentine steps and cleared the area of the Lannisters that had made it this far. The loyalists had been reduced to about 50 men by this point.

Tychus was approached by the knight that had been chained, who Tychus now recognized as Ser Mors Westford. "Why did they chain you up Ser? Tycus asked. Ser Mors was regarded as one of Tywin's most loyal men, for him to be chained seemed strange.

Mors looked down, you're father ordered me to kill Princess Elia and her children. I refused to go through with it so they bound me so I couldn't prevent it, I was to be sent to the wall afterward for Treason."

Tychus shook his head, "it is not treason to have integrity, but what are you going to do now?"

Mors shook his head, "I can't return home and the Idea of going to the wall doesn't sit right with me, There's only one other option." Mors drew his sword and go down on one knee. "I may be old Tychus but if you will have me then my sword is yours, General."

Tychus knew Mors was a man of honor and would keep to his vow, so without hesitation, he gestured with his hand for Mors to rise, "if this is your wish than consider it done, Tycus declared.

A banging could be heard indicating that the Lannisters had reached the gate leading to the serpentine steps, Ser Alliser approached Tychus, "we won't hold much longer," the knight reported, "they will soon break through and overrun this place."

Tychus frowned, "then it's time to leave."

"And just how are we going to do that?" Ser Jaremy wondered. "In case you haven't noticed, were trapped in here."

Tychus rubbed his chin in thought, "these maggots must have had help from the inside, and I have a good idea who."

As he said this Karl Tanner returned dragging a flailing old man behind him, "I found the filthy old stot hiding under a bed," he snarled.

Karl released the Grand Maester, he collapsed to his knees. Looking up he gasped as he recognized the figure before him. "G-General T-Tychus?" he stammered in bewilderment. "W-w-what are you d-doing? T-these are your father's men."

Ser Alliser, Ser Jaremy, and the rest of the loyalists stared at Tychus in disbelief, Tychus returned the gaze his face betraying nothing as he turned back to the Grand Maester. "I'm giving my beloved father the biggest 'go fuck yourself gesture in the history of the world," Tychus sneered with a grin. "But that is not important right now, you, on the other hand, have a far more pressing matter, one that will decide the extent of your decrepit life." Tychus grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up. "Where is it?" he growled. The trembling old man didn't answer, so Tychus snatched his long beard and pulled causing Pycelle to cry out in pain. "I know you let those worms into the Keep so, I ask again. WHERE IS THE ENTERANCE?!"

"I-if I tell you, will you let me live?" he asked.

Tychus shrugged, "it can't hurt your chances." Pycelle didn't think twice before he agreed.

Tychus knelt down and picked up a Lannister cloak, he tossed another to Ser Alliser and Ser Jaremy, "put these on," he ordered.

Ser Alliser glared at him and stood over the man, "Who are you to give us orders Lannister," He demanded. "How do we know this isn't a ruse." As he said this the loyalists drew their swords. The Maw did the same and the two seemed ready to face off.

Tychus returned the glare and stood to his full height, which was far more intimidating, he towered over the knight and Ser Alliser backed off slightly. "I do not waste time with ruses Ser Alliser, if I wanted you dead we wouldn't be having this conversation. Make no mistake, I intend to see Elia Martel and her daughter to the safety of Dorne, with or without your help. So if I see one move that isn't helping us out or taking your leave I will cut you down."

Ser Alliser stared at him for a moment before turning to Ser Jaremy, His fellow knight shrugged and replied, "I will leave the decision to Elia." Everyone turned to the Dornish Princess, she drew herself up and despite her small stature, was able to embody a sense of authority.

She looked to the other loyalists and said, "Tychus and I have known each other since we were children, he would never allow me of my daughter to come to harm. If you are truly loyal to my husband's house you will follow him and help us escape."

Ser Jaremy nodded and turned to Alliser, "we don't seem to have much of a choice, but Elia trusts him, that's good enough for me, the other loyalists nodded and sheathed their swords, in the end, Ser Alliser also agreed. With that, the Loyalists and the Maw all donned Lannister red cloaks.

Tychus turned to Pycelle, "Lead the way good Maester if you ever want to live to serve a fourth king."

Tychus had no idea a man of his advanced age could move as quickly as he did. Pycelle led Tychus and the others through the corridors, after making several twists and turns they came upon a tunnel. "This will lead you to a brothel near fishmonger's square," Pycelle explained.

Tychus turned to the Hound, "Sandor, take Rolly and scout ahead make sure this little man doesn't play us false."

The two boys nodded and rushed forward, while the group waited. While they waited, Ser Jeremy spoke, "how does he know of this?"

Tychus rolled his eyes, "Pycelle had been the Grand Maester for 24 years and has served 3 kings so the Maester's oath of chastity, I'm sure the good maester has put his hand into almost every honeypot in the capitol. Because of his status, Pycelle needed to find means of doing so discreetly."

The members of the Maw roared with laughter while Pycelle was too frightened to object. Sandor and Rolly returned shortly after. "The old fool spoke the truth," Sandor confirmed, "we can get out."

Tychus smiled and turned to Pycelle, "thank you grand maester, you always were a loyal ass-kisser," Tychus then struck him in the head knocking him out cold. He turned to the others and made a gesture with his head. "Come," he said, "let's be Lannisters for a while."

Thanks to their new garb, Tychus, and his followers were able to move casually past the other Lannister forces without too much trouble. The loyalists had formed a tight Circle around Elia and Rhaenys. Following Tychus' lead, they reached the dock and boarded a ship to take them across the river. Once they were across they met with a contingent of Tychus's own forces who had secured a number of horses.

"Who is the woman?" One of the men asked.

"Ser Lirigon's mistress," Tychus lied easily. "I suggest you keep away from her, Ser Lirigon can be awfully protective."

Knowing the reputation of the Smiling Knight, the men agreed, and with a shout from Tychus, the Maw, the disguised loyalists and the Lannister contingent rode with haste towards Bronzegate where his main host was assembled. Tychus Lannister grinned, with Elia now in his custody it was time to begin the next phase of his plan.