I wasn't going to show the scene where Tywin and Jaime speak in the tent but it was too powerful and something changed so the scene had to change a little... then I had to add to it...

This took so long as it is a hard chapter to change, It was so epic in the series...

P.S. In the distant future I might write a very OC story with the child of a god/goddess... and start around season three or something...

I know a real life Joffrey and his dependency on another is what I am using for this version of Joff…


Joffrey nerves held strong as he walked into the Stark quarters without so much as announcement of his presence drew their attention. Sansa's eyes lit up, beautiful and naïve even as she stood with the Septa. No matter his thought towards her, he was not blind to her beauty. She brushed the front of her dress, eager and desperate to seem even more perfect then she already was. The Septa seemed charmed but she stood fast.

It was clear from her eyes that She didn't like the prince. " My prince!" Was all she said before bowing low then sitting back down, watching carefully as Joffrey approached Sansa.

"My prince." Sansa's words were soft and sweet.

The prince wasn't impressed, having been around Southern Ladies since birth but he made his face into something close. " My lady." Bowing low, he even turned and bowed towards Mordane to her surprise. " I fear I have behaved monstrously the past few weeks." With one hand, he held up a beautiful necklace, the one his mother had suggested " With your permission?" As Sansa turned around, accepting his gift, he placed it around her neck. "I was speaking to my sister, Myrcella, she scolded me quite fiercely for my rudeness and opened my eyes. I am afraid my social skills could use some works, especially with women. I am unaccustomed and I beg your forgiveness."

Sansa actually gasped, holding the necklace delicately. " It's beautiful. Like the one your mother wears."

"You'll be queen one day. It's only fitting that you should look the part." He sighed here before kneeling before the girl, eyes wide and soft. "Will you forgive me for my rudeness? And my actions on the road?"

"There's nothing to forgive."

He agreed, but her words were not what he needed. He needed her faith in him, for that would give him what he truely needed in the end.

"You're my lady. One day we'll be married in the throne room... "Sansa's smile was radiant. "Lords and ladies from all over the Seven Kingdoms will come, from the Last Hearth in the North, to the Salt Shore of the South. And you will be queen over all of them... and when that happens, I want my life and yours to be better then what my Mother and Father have. I will never have affairs as he does, I lack his lust but I fear that I have inherited his temperament in terms of temper and offense. My mother's as well. I refuse to be them, they have brought great shame and I refuse to do that to you. I'll never disrespect you again. I'll never be cruel to you again. Do you understand me? "He lovingly touches her face before stepping back, eyes soft. You're my lady now. From this day, until my last day."

He then kissed her...

Joffrey had wanted to scream, his words and the propriety disgusted him but he was not blind to their power. His mother had tried to teach him before but it was his brother, watching how easily people swayed to his words that had shifted his actions. That and his sister, who had caught him moments before he entered the Stark Quarters.

Her eyes were fierce and he had been tempted to shove her away, but her words held him fast as she spoke like Arryn so often did. He had to listen to her.

"Woo her, brother, but act contrite. You saw how father hated how you acted on the road, but you saw how she hated how father acts in general. Use that as a tool, to make her love you. Put the blame on them and you will have her. I know Mother and I know she would have tried to get you to forgive you, do more. Get her loyalty, before mother can steal it from you. Make her love you, not just your position."

He hadn't wanted to listen but the backlash from his actions on the road were too many to ignore. He knew he should have listened to his brother before, Arryn rarely led him wrong in the past.

'What do you suggest, sister? Do you speak for Arryn?"

She had smiled at him, and he saw Arryn in her eyes for a moment. "For him but also as a girl, I know what girls like and what she likes. Make her love you and you will have her. She hates father and mother, use that and join in her loathing and that will make her identifiy with you. Make her want to follow you against them. You will want her loyalty in the future, she will be your greatest ally aside from Arryn and I and you know it. Your a smart boy Joffrey."

He could have ignored her council, but he chose not too. She was close to Arryn and her words were not too different then Mother's, he would obey her in this...

Which he did and it worked! His skin had crawled as he insulted himself and his father, but it played well. Naturally, he had made a point to avoid his sister, unhappy with how easily she could get him to sway others, but he needed more help and so he approached her room, nodding to her bowing guard.

"I wish to speak to my sister, in private."

The Guard paused for a moment. " I was ordered by your father and brother to watch over her at all times, and never be far while your brother is hunting. I cannot allow you to be totally alone, my prince, but I can swear that what is said will never pass my lips. I know the power of secrecy, your brother plays upon it's importance often."

Unhappy that he was not obeyed but understanding that the orders of those two trumped his power, he nodded. " Very well. Should a word pass and you will find yourself without a head."

"Of course, your grace." Bowing again, the red haired Knight turned and knocked upon the door. "Lady Myrcella, you have a visitor."

Her voice drifted through the door. "Who is it, Dagmir?"

"Prince Joffrey."

There was a moment of silence, before the girl spoke again, this time at the door with their younger brother at her side. She gave Joffrey a cold look, one that reminded him a lot of their mother. "Come in brother. Tommen was just going." She kneeled as he passed them both, turning to their brother as she brushed aside his hair. "Go and read your books. I will be testing you later for Arryn."

He watched, disgusted as she kissed his forehead.

"You act the part of a mother well, sister."

With more courage then he believed she had, she turned to him. "With a mother like ours, someone has too... now, I am sure you are here for more then a social visit. What is it, brother?"

Angered with her lack of fear, he somehow managed to sit back and sigh. "Your ideas came in handy... I wanted to see if you had more suggestions."

Myrcella was not in the mood to see her brother, she had just spent an hour reassuring her young brother that it was not okay to hit your wife no matter the reason. That their father was in fact a beast and that his actions were wrong. The urge to strike her father down, to put her more recent skill in combat, little as it was, against him was difficult to ignore.

Still, one did not merely ignore her brother and so she settled into her own seat across from it. "What did you mean dear brother?"

His scowl was a powerful thing, filled with a wrath she knew all too well. "Your suggestion, to prostrate myself to the Stark girl... it worked better then what mother have suggested. I have the girl fully in my pocket... how did you know to do that? Why did you tell me, I know you hate me?"

The words were hard to digest and she almost shuddered at the risk of her words. 'Don't let me have stepped in too deep, I am sorry for rushing so forwardly Arryn but I saw a path of change and I went for it...' Gulping, she fixed a confident smile on her face. "Mother expects everyone to love her because it is her right to be loved. That won't work if she continues to make enemies. I saw the divide between father and Lord Stark, I wanted you to gain control over the Stark girl before that bond and thus your engagement vanished. Mother would have had you eventually become cruel and capricious, as is her nature. I wanted you to be smarter then mother and make a better choice."

A lie in it's own right she knew the real reason.

'I saw how Arryn was changing Tommen and I, and I thought I could change you too... make you stop being so monstrous. A risk he may punish me for later.'

A punishment she would embrace, knowing how foolish her actions were. Joffrey's temperament could have resulted in her death, especially with his hatred for being told what to do and low opinion of women. She could and would have suffered had she made the slightest misstep.

"I underestimated you, sister... Arryn has been teaching you, hasn't he."

She nodded. "Of course, and I know he wants to help you become a great king Joffrey."

"I need him... " Joffrey turned away, his eyes oddly wet. "I think better when he is around, when he tells me to do something it works well and I do better. Father noticed me in the North, approved of my actions and told me I was shaping into a better man. He even got father to take him and only him on a hunt, he never takes me alone only with a massive crowd of people. I want that, how does he get father to notice him." He gulped then, anger filling his eyes. "Do not repeat that."

"I would never brother." She drank in his words though, knowing that Arryn would love to hear them. "If you want his aid over our Mothers, then speak to him. He will never shame you or make you feel lesser for asking for aid brother... but you won't because of Mother, will you?"

Somehow that made Joffrey almost sad, or whatever he felt instead of sadness. It seemed a mix of confusion and pain. "Mother has been trying to keep me away from Arryn. Whenever I mention seeing him she changes the subject."

'Mother already lost control over us, of course she wouldn't want to lose her crown prince.' Smiling, she reached out and grabbed his hand. "Let me deal with her. I am sure I can distract her long enough for you and Arryn to have a little chat."

"Do that, sister."

He said it like an order but they both knew she was the one in charge of the conversation... and only she seemed to be satisfied by that.


The Riverlands filled with the sounds of trumpets as the Lannister forces gathered. Tents of red and gold covered the valley sides, regal and powerful as those within. One tent in particular stood out and it was in this tent that Jaime Lannister, garbed in fully regalia and armor, read out a very special letter, one crafted by the Lord Hand Eddard Stark.

"... summoned to court to answer for the crimes of your bannerman Gregor Clegane, the Mountain...arrive within the fortnight or be branded an enemy of the Crown..."Jaime all but laughed at the man. "Poor Ned Stark. Brave man, terrible judgment.

Tywin, father of Jaime and Lord Head of the Lannisters, turned to his son with disdain in his eyes. "Attacking him was stupid." As if to add potency to his words, he quickly began to skin the deer that would become his dinner. "Lannisters don't act like fools." The belly cut open, he pulled out it's intenstines just as Jaime opened his mouth to say something clever. "Are you gonna say something clever? Go on, say something clever."

The taunt, the dare was clear, a blind man could have seen it.

Jaime only spoke softly. " Catelyn Stark took my brother."

"Why is he still alive?"

"Tyrion?

"Ned Stark."

Shame over took Jaimie for a moment. "He is far better then I anticipated, he never has joined tourney nor sparred while in Kingslanding. I never expected so much skill from someone so old."

A snort passed his father's lips. "Old... the man is barely in his forties, barely older then you are. Old, the blood of the Wolf is strong. Their House has long produced powerful warriors. No, it was arrogance that stopped your blade and stalled your actions. You are too accustomed to fighting the weak and worthless, like the Mad King." He must have cringed, for his father looked at him with some disgust. " When you hear them whispering "Kingslayer" behind your back, it bothers you doesn't it."

He didn't bother to hide his resentment. " Of course it bothers me."

"The lion doesn't concern himself with the opinions of the sheep. I should be grateful that your arrogance beats beat your pride, less this war be against even the crown. I'm giving you half of our forces - 30,000 men. You will bring them to Catelyn Stark's girlhood home and remind her that Lannisters pay their debts."

He almost laughed, the notion of his father putting forth so much energy into saving his brother was almost laughable. " I didn't realize you placed such a high value on my brother's life." He hated that such a thought was true.

He hated that his father actually laughed at that. "He's a Lannister. He might be the lowest of the Lannisters, but he's one of us. And every day that he remains a prisoner, the less our name commands respect."

"So the lion does concern himself with the opinions of -"

Tywin, with great authority rang out. " No, it's not an opinion, it's a fact!" His wrath was strong, so strong that it halted his movements. " If another House can seize one of our own and hold him captive with impunity, we are no longer a House to be feared." They shared a look, one of understanding and pain before he started skinning the deer once more. "Your mother's dead. Before long, I'll be dead. And you, and your brother, and your sister and all of her children. All of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground. It's the family name that lives on. It's all that lives on. Not your personal glory, not your honor, but family. Do you understand?"

That his father seemed skeptical of his understanding pained him.

"Hmmm..." he said while cleaning his bloody hands. " You're blessed with abilities that few men possess. You are blessed to belong to the most powerful family in the kingdoms. And you are still blessed with youth. And what have you done with these blessings, huh? You've served as a glorified bodyguard for two kings - one a madman, the other a drunk. The future of our family will be determined in these next few months. We could establish a dynasty that will last a thousand years...or we could collapse into nothing, as the Targaryens did. " His cold hands reached out, grasping Jaime's face in an act that reminded him of Arryn and how he controlled Joffrey time after time. "I need you to become the man you were always meant to be. Not next year. Not tomorrow. Now."

Sighing, Tywin turned from his son as he parted from the tent. 'Foolish boy, wasting his potential. Pity... at least one of my grandchildren is competent.' Quickly finishing his work on the deer, he slowly walked towards his desk and pulled out a letter, one that had just arrived. He had already read it once before, but like with all letters he enjoyed reading it over and over again, draining it's cotents more purely. Being that it was from Pycelle, who insisted on writing with flowery lanaguge meant to praise and primp the letter's importance it often took several reads just to get the needed information from the weeds of worthless arse licking.

My Lord Lannister, a great many things have happened in the capital. I fear war is on the horizon and not just to the unprovoked and needless act of kidnapping your son Tyrion. Your daughter, in an act of betrayal and wrath, has commissioned Lancel Lannister to ply Robert with a heavy wine. Heavy enough so that during his most recent hunt, he will die by the talents of a beast or his own spear.

"Creative, I cannot deny that few would question this give his being a drunk."

Arryn has been forced onto this trip along side his father, who now wants to bond with his son. During our most recent council meeting, your grandchild actually agreed to the slaughter of Daenerys Targaryen, speaking with a rare talent in oration that I have yet to come across past or present. It was incredible and with his words, invoking the memories of the Ninepenny wars and House Blackfyre, he backed Lord Stark into a corner forcing even that stubborn man to consider that he may be right in the need to slaughter the young girl. An ugly task he made seemed necessary and even right.

He holds his father firmly in his hand now.

This brought a smile to Tywin's face, pride moving past his hate and irritation with the flowery language. "A wise investment indeed, I do not think I will live to regret this." The thought of Robert listening to his sickly son, obeying his words like that of his Lord was something that stuck wonderfully in the old Lannister. "I cannot wait to meet my Grandson, he may indeed be my new heir."

It was clear that Jaime may forever lack interest in such a position, his grandson may be his only option.

This was not his only act of merit. Through some convincing, he stole full control over Myrcella and Tommen from your daughter's control including their education and marriage. He totally restructured their education and added new dimensions of political training and history to them. I know not their fullest shift but I do know that Tommen is now working under the Kennelmaster in an attempt to teach the boy responsibility and the ability to handle hard choices such as putting a beast to death. Though Arryn has not returned, having been gone a week already, I foresee that he would be quite happy with the results. Tommen has seen a drastic change, losing his crippling shyness and becoming more forth coming.

Tywin's hands actually shook with this piece of news, his eyes prickling with tears as he considered the future. 'Finally, it does not seem bleak. Not only is he controlling his idiot father and mother, but he is putting his siblings into positions to better then even without his presence. As I did with Keven. It would not do for Tommen to be under the sway of his mother, another Joffrey is not what we need. Such a beast or worse, a weakling, would only destroy our legacy.'

Content he turned back to the letter.

Myrcella has had a greater transformation, taking an active role in the castle and community. She has sat in on what Robert refers to complaint day, wherein you received the letter revolving around your summons to the capital. She has also visited the town many times, evaluating and making sketches of the town in great detail. It seems she is actually quite the artist. She uses these sketches to, in her words, organize projects such as establishing Glasshouses for more farm land in the capital, herbal gardens for any coming war or rebellion, and having her ladies in waiting work on crafting clothes for the children in local orphanages. Already she had completed and had delivered more then two dozen sets of clothing, from trousers and upper shirts to hats and socks, her mother was quite displeased but when she protested Myrcella in no uncertain terms told her that she spoke with the authority of her brother, the new Advisor to the Council. That stopped and angered Cersei greatly but she refrained from any retaliation towards her daughter, settling for screaming at me for a near hour before asking for you to command such an action to stop.

It was hard not to laugh. "Even a child understands why my children do not. Control the lower class, through fear and admiration, and you control the world... foolish daughter, what your child is doing may be foolish but it is to gain control over the Baseborn and I cannot forbid that." He did not like that she was helping the base born, however, it left a horrible taste in his mouth but he was not blind to the wisdom behind such an act. "There is too much ill will towards the crown, such projects may be expensive but they would garner support that is vital in a war."

I also witness your granddaughter actively and effectively counseling and calming Joffrey, and to my shock the boy listened to her with great effect. He seems to see her, though with some disdain, as a source of wisdom for the time being. I do not know when this started, but it has calmed the boy and his more dark qualities. He has not harmed a living creature in the week since I started writing this. It feels a good sign for your House, my Lord.

Your grandson has also, according to those in hiding, his sworn sword to find and train those worthy for better protection. Given the poor standards of most nights, I cannot disagree with this. I do know that your grandson may also start training once again, something he has not done in months due to council meetings and the trip the North.

The Letter went on for several more paragraphs, annoying him with it's pointlessness but eventually it ended with more reassurance of loyalty and honor to House Lannister.

"It seems that I do not have to worry so much about Kingslanding, this is good... I will send a letter for my grandson and daughter. Maybe one for Myrcella, she seems more competent then her Mother at any rate."

With that he quickly began to write down, wanting his letters to reach Kingslanding so he could focus more fully on the possible war ahead.


The beautiful gardens of Myrcella always left Cersei smiling, the reminder of her daughter was impossibly uplifting despite their recent spat. Her beauty, coming strong in all of her features, and her bright mind was a balm to Cersei's weary soul. Her passion eased her fears that a man would control her daughter one day, and it was with this joy that Cersei came across the one she searched for, Ned Stark dressed once again in his hot leather Northern outfit, having cast aside her son's kind offering of more practical clothing.

"You seem unhappy." She kept her words curt, smiling softly at the man before her.

Ned Stark was curt. "I'll endure, my lady."

"Perhaps it's time to go home. The South doesn't seem to agree with you."

Without warning, the man before her spoke with soft passion. " I know the truth Jon Arryn died for.

Despite the pain and fear his words brought She smiled, turning to a flower to her right, breathing in the beauty and warmth of it. "My daughter asked for these gardens to be planted, do you know this? It was one of the few times Arryn showed passion in his youth, he begged me day and night to make it happen. I would have done so regardless, but when he fell sick I ordered them to be planted and then walked him through them the moment they bloomed, fearing he would die before then... it was uplifting to my soul, I carried that moment with me through years. Things like this, " She gestured to the bruise on her face, from when her husband smacked her for disrespecting him so violently. ", meant nothing with it."

"Has he done it often?"

"Jaime would have killed him. My brother is worth a thousand of your friend." She stopped for a moment, then smiled. " Arryn would have done worse, and so would have Myrcella." Her daughter's recent passion made that clear, she saw the wrath in her daughter's eyes when she saw the bruise. How she collected Tommen and left the room, eyes filled with worry and wrath. She had heard her, educating Tommen on never hitting his wife in the future... and knew that he had heard her. "My children are quiet loyal, as is my brother."

"Your brother or your lover."

She could not mask her smirk, proud to shed off the vestiges of lies for once and embrace the beauty that was her reality. " The Targaryens wed brothers and sisters for 300 years to keep bloodlines pure. Jaime and I are more than brother and sister. We shared a womb. We came into this world together. We belong together."

Her words angered Ned Stark, his eyes darkening her. " My son saw you with him.

There was a long pause, and she felt the weight her and Jaime's misdeeds in them. "Do you love your children?"

"With all my heart." And she believed him, having seen it in his eyes since she entered the North for the first time.

"No more than I love mine."

"And they're all Jaime's."

He said the words like they were a crime, the most vile of things.

She laughed at his words, a mockery of kindness. "Thank the Gods. In the rare event that Robert leaves his whores for long enough to stumble drunk into my bed, I finish him off in other ways. In the morning, he doesn't remember."

"You've always hated him..."

Her mind almost shattered under the weight of his judgment and words spilled form her lips like warm honey in the summer son. " Hated him? I worshiped him! Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him, but he was mine by oath. And when I finally saw him on our wedding day in the Sept of Baelor, lean and fierce and black-bearded, it was the happiest moment of my life. Then that night he crawled on top of me, stinking of wine and did what he did, what little he could do, and whispered in my ear, "Lyanna". Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl and he loved her more than me."

Nothing the cold warden of the North was unmoved. "When the King returns from his hunt, I'll tell him the truth. You must be gone by then - you and your children. I will not have their blood on my hands. Go as far away as you can, with as many men as you can. Because wherever you go, Robert's wrath will follow you."

"You'd accuse me of a being a monster for what happened to your son and yet you so readily threaten all of my children, me for choosing a man who loves and honors me instead of a beast who fucks anything with tits... my son is right, you are a hypocrite Lord Stark. You use Honor as a tool to masquerade your weakness. Worry about my wrath, Lord Stark, for I promise you that the wrath of a mother eclipses anything that pitiful man can muster. "

Turning away, she marched out of the Gardens, only to stop for a moment.

"I warn you, Lord Stark, should anything happen to my children and you will never see any of yours again." Her eyes turned to meet his and she ceased mincing words. "In the Game of Thrones, you Win or you die. There is no middle ground and I will win. What does that say about you?"


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a boring chapter to write to be honest because it is so perfect on it's own but there had to be some blunter converasations about Arryn... I don't want him to be an OC but he has made a lot of waves. Thankfully now that people are getting used to that it won't continue too much. Sorry if it was getting old, people see him as a full player now... This chapter, I am glad it is over as it leads to much better and more fun chapters. Arryn only could influence so many parts of it... Ned isn't injured but Cersei still got hit. Tyrion is kidnapped but Tywin is not worried about Kinglanding so he may not send Tyrion there ( not too sure yet) immediately...Jaime has children that acknowledge him so he has more reason to fight...

I hope you are enjoying this, sorry about the Delays!

There are a lot of little changes...

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.