It was at night and Tigre had nowhere to sleep. He would not be caught sleeping in his bedroom as his mother was having another of her fits of anger, this time because he was being sent away while she had to stay behind. There was little that could be done, she was a good mother and very doting of him to the point of smothering, but it was too much for Tigre, who was always quite independent even in his previous life he would not be that passive. This irritated his mother to no end and she wanted his help in saying how he should stay in Kings Landing but he would not say such a thing.

He did NOT want to stay, even if Myrcella and Tommen asked him to stay.

As he was thinking on where he could sleep tonight that would not be found out by his father's men he simply entered one of the secret passageways of the Red Keep and moved to a balcony of the palace, he had to go quickly to look for some room to sleep.

"And where would you be going so quietly on this late hour of the night, my lord." A silky voice said to him as he was moving and Tigre's hair stood on end hearing it. Turning slowly he saw the fat and bald Lord Varys.

Tigre opened and closed his mouth, looking for words but Varys just smiled and indicated to a chair on the room Tigre ended up in. Tigre was not that good with Varys, he was always a bit on edge with him as he was impossible to tell who he actually cared about and his father always said that he should stay away from him. Well, Tigre at least never disrespected the man and the man also never tried anything against him.

Tigre moved to the chair slowly and sat down there.

"My lord, it is quite unusual for you to be on these parts of the castle this late at night." Varis said, sitting down in front of Tigre. Truth be told Varys has mostly figured Tigre out by now, he knew how John Aryn and Lysa Aryn would act when John brought out the information about what would happen to Tigre and that the boy would get away from there and find somewhere else to sleep and considering the secret door of Tigre's room only led to this place it was not hard to predict this would happen.

Varys smiled as he looked at Tigre, truthfully he quite liked the boy, he would make a good ally for when the time comes if things happen as he plans.

"... Is there anything you'd like, Lord Varys, or do you just want to talk?" Tigre asked, he was not good with subtlety so he would rather just ask and get away from here already.

"Oh yes, actually there are a few things I wanted to talk to you about." Varys said. "I have been watching you for a long time now, you are someone I believe can become great one day. However, as we will not see each other for a long time as who knows if you will return to the capital or go to the Eirye, maybe even stay as a ward in Winterfell or Riverrun or some other castle, I would like to know one thing of you. What do you think of Kings Landing and what you think of what a lord should do?"

That. That was the most important question Varys had to ask for this young boy, he could try and make sure of his character, he would be able to see through any lie and, if the answer was good, he would keep an eye on the boy to see if his character would remain the same.

Tigre thought for a while and answered, it was not like he was on the risk of dying anyway (he always had a dagger with him in case of emergency). He would rather just get this over with so that he could find somewhere to sleep, maybe under a tree in the gardens would work.

"... I don't like this city. It is just a bad place, it smells bad, the nobles here are only looking after themselves, and the smallfolk is desperate most of the time. And to answer your other question, I must explain something I learned from my books." Tigre said and Varys looked interested.

Inside, however, he could only roll his eyes if Tigre went on about divine right or lineage to explain why nobles have what they have. That bigot way of thinking would not be something he wanted to hear one more time after the first time he asked this to Mace Tyrell, now THAT was a man that could burn as far as Varys was concerned.

"The smallfolk, they cultivate the fields every day. They plant the seeds, water the plants, and drive away the insects and birds, and scare away the hares and wild boars that come to the village. They worry about droughts and fear storms. After harvesting the fields and cleaning them up, they repeat the process again. They are the base of all lands regardless of what others might think. They are the most important, not us. Nobles are here in case there is an emergency."

Varys raised an eyebrow at that.

"Emergency? What would be the emergency nobles would be needed if the smallfolk is the most important?"

"We're there for situations which are difficult to solve. Landslides, floods, bandits, epidemics, poor harvests, disputes amongst villages, clashes with neighboring aristocrats over the rivers and mountains, there are many other things... I am there to try and resolve those problems. Our work is to ensure they live their lives in peace. The greater lords have more benefits due to them having to care for more people, as the more people the more trouble appears. This is a Lord's duty, to serve the people." Tigre said and Varys gave a rare, genuine smile.

Tigre was exactly what Varys wanted to see in a young lord, someone that would care for the realm more than anything else. However, he had to be careful as, if the dragons returned and showed to be dangerous Varys had no doubt that Tigre would fight them to death.

'Nothing is ever perfect I suppose.' Varys thought with an internal sigh, and spoke some more with Tigre before telling him he would send him some tea he bought not long ago as payment for this small favor of telling him this. It was nothing great for either of them anyway and both walked away happily, Tigre to sleep and Varys to plot.

That was just one of the many encounters of Tigre and Varys and the start of a sort of strange friendship between the two.

The next morning Jon was sending the entire castle in an uproar as they looked for Tigre who had 'disappeared'. The escort was ready and they didn't have all day to get going but no one could find him AT ALL.

It took until almost midday and when John was thinking assassins or kidnappers might have taken his son, he was interrupted from his internal panic by a loud knocking on Jon's door in the Tower of the Hand.

"Enter." Jon said as he tried to compose himself.

Varys entered the room and saw the frantic state of the old Hand of the King and spoke.

"My Lord, I understand that you and your men are desperately looking for Lord Tigrevurmud. I came here to know if I could be of assistance."

"Spider, if you can use your little birds to search for him it would be great." Jon said without hesitation, he wasn't normally one to trust Varys, but he would not think of such minor details when looking for his son.

"Lord Hand, no need to worry. I already know where he is and would like to take you there, if you desire. It is not far from here and you can bring your guards if this would make you feel safer." Varys said. Jon looked at him intensely for a moment before nodding.

"Understood, let's go at once." Jon said decisively and as he was leaving he brought along five of his guards to accompany them.

They went for a while until they finally got to where Tigre was. It was a 10-minute walk until they entered the gardens and, under a tree and between bushes, Tigre lad sleeping soundly and calmly there like if everything was calm in the world. Seeing his son sleeping so calmly even when the guards tried to wake him was so nostalgic that Jon smiled for the first time since news of the Greyjoy Rebellion reached his ears.

His son was still a kid after all, despite his maturity and skill at arms he still loved to nap and oversleep.

And John wanted to keep it that way, for as long as he can. The world is not an easy place but John would strike to give his son a better future.

But first, he had the hard job of actually ensuring that his son is safely away from here, perhaps going North and other places would do him some good to know more places.

It was only later that Tigre left with an escort of a hundred man to Roverrun, on the way they would receive extra protection from the Vale and some of the lords of the Riverlands. And, when on the North, he was sure he would be safe of Ironborn.

Casterly Rock

Tyrion was walking down the long corridor to his lord father's office, as the deadline for their agreement had arrived, and he fully intended to see his father and ask how did he let such a thing happen? Did he wish to torment him so much? To think of how his most precious treasure had very nearly been taken and it was only due to a great deal of luck and other circumstances that had kept the Greyjoys from taking it, it was just too much.

The mere thought of the House of glorified pirates brought a snarl of true hatred to the dwarf's face, and had anyone seen it they would have seen his resemblance to Tywin Lannister, visible even through his deformities, and had the Lannisters had their fleet at full strength, he would have ordered it to sail at full strength to the Iron Islands to put the Greyjoys to the sword.

'How dare they. How dare they try to steal what I cherish!' His thoughts raged in his mind as he fought to regain his composure, feeling like a raging lion was trapped in his mind and attempting to tear free to wreak its vengeance upon those who offended it. It was a rare moment that he actually felt some degree of sympathy for his father, understanding for a moment the sheer rage the man had felt at the Tarbecks and Reynes. He finally managed to soothe his anger with the knowledge that the Greyjoys had failed and regained his composure about a dozen steps away from the door to father's office. Without an ounce of his usual hesitation, he raised a hand and rapped it sharply against the door. It was another few moments before the familiar voice spoke 'Enter.'. With a grab and pull of the handle, he opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

Tywin Lannister was a hard man, forged practically his birth to such a state. Tyrion knew the myriad of things that had hardened him, his grandfather Tytos being a major factor who, due to his glaring ineptitude, had nearly brought House Lannister to ruin at the hands of House Tarbeck and House Reyne, only for his father to take command of the armies, and put both houses to the sword, restoring House Lannister's prestige and heightening it. Even now, dressed in Lannister colors of red and gold he cut a truly imposing image, from his gold-flecked green eyes to his mouth set in a scowl as hard as granite. However, for the first time in years, Tyrion knew the scowl was not aimed at him.

His father looked up at him after a few moments, and paused. Not quick enough for his hated son to notice, but Tywin was faintly surprised at the burning rage he could see hidden in his deformed son's eyes. 'Although,' He thought to himself, 'I would be enraged too, in his position.' He finished the thought. He pushed it aside with the ease of long experience, and looked up to address his son. "So, you're here." He stated calmly, mainly for the sake of being professional.

"I am." Tyrion replied stiffly. He was doing his best to remain calm. "So, I know you are busy now but I have to ask, why were there NO soldiers protecting my daughter?"

"You mean your bastard. I have no man to spare to guard such little beast." Tywin said and Tyrion stood up and even if he was a dwarf he still had a glare so fierce that even the Mountain would nod in approval, before killing him for the heck of it of course.

"Call her that again, and if you do know that when I inherit this house, and I will as Jaime has no interest in ruling and I am your second son, I will make it my life's goal to ruin it to a point that even my grandfather would look down on it." Tyrion said with venom.

Tywin glared at him.

"You wouldn't dare." He said.

"Call her that again and we will see how much mud I can throw in your name when you die. Gods know that Jaime's kingslaying and Cersei's disappointing son would not be helping the reputation of house Lannister, especially when comparing Joff with his cousin Rolland." Tyrion said in a tone no less cold than Tywin.

Tywin continued glaring at him before speaking.

"... And what exactly would you have me do? Let her live in the protection of Casterly Rock? I will never allow someone like that spawn of yours steps a foot in MY castle." Tywin said.

"Very well, then at least can you put 10 soldiers or so to protect her?" Tyrion asked.

"No." Tywin said. "I will not send protection to her, if you want her to be safer you can just send her somewhere else, I can even lend you some money for expenses for you and her to leave her for as long as you possibly can, don't come back until the war is over as I have no desire to see you parading in my castle without me here."

Tyrion glared and was about to leave when Tywin spoke up again.

"I heard that some lords will be sending some of their children to Winterfell for protection, perhaps your whore's daughter can go together and, with luck, do something useful for the family and get closer to the Arryn boy or just die away from here on the road, this way she would at least not tarnish the family's honor with her presence." Tywin said before lowering his head to the documents in his table, indicating this conversation is over.

Tyrion, for his part, huffed and left, not wanting to exchange insults with his father any longer. HE only grumbled to himself.

'She is not a whore's daughter, Tysha was my WIFE when she had her and my Sofya is the most perfect gem of my life and anyone that hurts her WILL suffer my rage.' Tyrion thought before leaving the castle and going to Lanisport, he entered in one of the few still intact houses and there he saw a young girl with long blond hair, green eyes, and a heart-shaped face that always makes Tyrion wonder how did such amazing being came from someone like him.

"Father." She said with a smile that bloomed in her father's face.

Tyrion had to cough on his hand as to balance himself before speaking.

"Catch your things, prepare for a long travel." Tyrion said. "I will go look for a carriage and mercenaries to guard us on our way out of here. You can go and search for food and other things for travel."

"Does that incudes books?" She asked and the two smirked as only Lanisters could.

"You know it, my lovely Sofya." He said and no longer could help himself but to hug her.

He would protect her, no matter what.

Riverlands

On the Riverlands, or to be more precise Riverrun, a young girl was reading a letter with a smile on her face as her golden and blue eyes danced across it. Not only was her grand uncle Brynden coming to Riverrun to see to security and her 'father' (if someone who refuses to marry even when her mother who was the only daughter of house Mallister just to avoid responsibility and actually celebrated her mother's death with booze just because that would mean he would not need to marry and could enjoy the bachelor life longer) who completely ignores her even when others mistreat her was going away to fight in the war.

That was amazing news for her, but the more intriguing and that send some butterflies in her insides was that Tigrevurmud Arryn was coming. She tried not to put too much hope in this being the one she is hoping it is, but with how the abuse of the servants on her is going she could not help but think of how she wanted him here for her. If he was no one would point at her two-colored eyes as if a curse, she would be protected (not that she needed it much, in just a few more years she would be able to teach everyone a lesson regardless if let to her own devices) but she IS anxious and hopeful that he is the one that is coming.

"Come soon, Urs." She said while laying on the hard bed, the servants exchanged her good bed and pillow for bad ones and even when she tried to complain Hoster would not care as he was much too busy with running the Riverlands almost by himself and her father was going to brothels or bars to get wasted all the time, not really carrying if she was alive or not. She could not help but clench her teeth, if this Tigre really is HER Tigre then she would go with him, anything is better than being in this shit of a castle.

AN:

I wanted to show Tigre's ideas about lordship, he is basically the ideal lord to Varys but that actually troubles him as well since Tigre could be the ideal ally or a fierce enemy depending on how things go down.

From another point, I decided to change Tyrion's marriage to Tysha to last a whole year instead of a month. Things happened the same way but Tysha had a girl in that time, Sofya Lannister. Not that Tywin accepted it, he claimed that she is a bastard daughter of Tyrion instead of the legitimate daughter she is and he hates her, partially because she is the daughter of Tyrion and part because she looks too much like Tywin's wife and that hurts him too much. During the sacking of Lanisport, she barely managed to escape as NO soldiers were guarding her despite Tyrion ordering some soldiers to protect her but none went since Tywin ordered to no soldier to go and protect a bastard.

I see Tywin as a butthurt old bitter man, he hates happiness of others around him as, if he isn't happy why others should?

About Elizaveta, she is the only daughter of Edmure and normally she should be legitimate as well since her mother was a noble of a strong bannermen of the Tully family and Edmure had taken the girl. Edmure, however, refused to marry her and wants only to be a bachelor, acting like the girl doesn't exist and didn't marry her mother either. Considering how Cathelyn acts to bastards she must have learned it of somewhere and considering that she lived in Riverrun I decided that the servants there all have similar ways of thinking as well. Adding to that her two-colored eyes that are considered a bad omen in the Riverlands... yeah, she has a bad life despite being of a high pedigree.

Character's Age:

Sofya Hill (even if it should really be Lannister) - 9 years old

Elizaveta Rivers - 8 years old

Robb Stark - 10 yeard old

John Snow - 10 years old

Sansa Stark - 8 years old

Arya Stark - 4 years old

Brandon Stark - 3 years old