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Chapter 6

Planting the Seeds of Dissent

"Increase the watch and double the men at every entrance to the city!", Tyrion shouts as the armed convoy reenter King's Landing, "I want all sentries on full alert!"

"It seems things are finally getting lively around here", Bronn comments as he rode alongside Talion, "Seven Hells, I was starting to like the boredom."

"There will be enough time for boredom when you're dead", Talion inform him, "For now we must prepare."

"You too, eh? Guess if you're getting serious, I should too", Bronn said as he sped forward, barking orders, "Alright you lot; have extra quivers place on the battlements, and make sure each men has a turn at the brothel! No man should die with his cock dry!"

"Well, that's one way to go about it", Talion thought as he turned to Tyrion, "How soon before they get here?"

"Hmmmm,", Tyrion thought as he rubbed his chin, "I admit, I have converse with Stannis here and there and have even humor him with a debate or two, but he is the type of man who will pay back an insult as quickly as possible. No doubt he will break camp and make haste to King's Landing as soon as word reaches him."

"Word of what?", Talion question, "Surely, losing a small skirmish won't make him rush to get here, costing his men sleep and preparation."

Tyrion gawks at the man in front of him before slapping his face, "What's the saying that the North uses? Oh, my sweet, summer child? You honestly have no idea who you killed, do you?"

"I just killed a lot of people just now, you'll have to be more specific", the Ranger of Gondor reply.

"On the ride back to King's Landing, Bronn informed me that you slay a man known as Ser Imry Florent, is that correct?"

Talion thought for a moment, thinking back to anyone of importance that he has slay recently, "Doesn't bring up a memory."

"He was the son of Ryam Florent of House Florent of Brightwater Keep in the Reach", Tyrion further explain.

"Still not putting a face to this man", Talion confess.

Tyrion lets out a breath in annoyance, " You slices his arm off and stab him through his visor."

A linkboy lights a torch that was hanging above Talion's head and he snaps his fingers, "There was someone like that! He had a shield with a fox on it covered in blue flowers!"

"Glad to see that you finally caught up with the rest of us, Talion!", Tyrion says, "Now we have arrived at the most important part of the tale. Ser Imry Florent was the brother of Selyse Baratheon, who is Stannis Baratheon's wife."

….

…..

"So basically you're telling me that I killed Stannis' good brother?"

"Correct!", Tyrion answer.

"But going by the way of your tone, it sounds like a bad thing", Talion pointed out.

"Well, seeing how I was hoping to negotiate a some type of truce with Stannis; yes, it is a bad thing", Tyrion said.

"A truce? You don't think the city can hold out until reinforcements arrive?", Talion asks prompting Tyrion to look around at their surroundings.

"Not here, follow me back to the Red Keep, Captain Talion", Tyrion said as he took off on his horse down the road, with a confuse Captain of the Princeguard behind him.

The Tower of The Hand

"I'm not going to lie to you Captain Talion, Bronn", Tyrion starts out to the two men as the three of them study a map of King's Landing, "Our chances look slim no matter how you look at it."

"We're outnumbered, out-supplied, cut off from reinforcement, what little soldiers we have are low on morale, and most of the city want that cunt of a king dead", Bronn bluntly stated, "We be lucky to survive the first day."

"Captain Talion, do you have anything positive to add to this conversation?", Tyrion growl while glaring at Bronn, who merely shrugged in return, "Surely a man of your experience should have some insight on all of this."

Talion close his eyes as he tilted his head back. To Tyrion and Bronn, it look like he was deep in thought while truthfully he was just having a conversation with Celebrimor.

"Do you see a way out of this?"

"Ranger, the problem is that you think you're fighting a completely different enemy than what you fought in Mordor, but in reality, they're are one and the same", the wraith said.

"Come again?"

"Fight this army the same way you fought Sauron's armies back in Middle Earth."

"I don't recall ever having to fight a siege in Mordor!", Talion scream mentally.

"True, but the same tactics you did there could be the very thing that helps you survive here", Celebrimor advise.

"Ser Captain?", Bronn said, "You got anything yet? That army not going to wait for us to be prepare."

"What all do you know about Stannis?", Talion asks once again, "Like really know?"

"He's an honorable cunt from what I heard", Bronn answers, "No doubt, he is going to want your head for what you did to his good brother, whether he personally wants to or not."

"Like he would try to claim it himself in battle?", Talion inquires, though inside he was laughing for Bronn's quips were starting to actually be funny.

"Stannis is an honorable man but he's not stupid. He has been on the wrong end of a siege before, so he has experience on his side. He is also a skilled fighter, more than willing to get off his horse and fight it out with the infantry, but he won't waste his time coming after you personally when he has a city to take and a throne to claim. ", Tyrion said before tapping his chin, "But the majority of his army are faithful followers of the Seven."

"Which means…?", Bronn wonders.

"The Reach Houses are big on chivalry and honor, they rival the Vale in that aspect. They never forget a slight and they will go to extreme lengths to avenge it or better yet, go to extreme lengths to make themselves look good", Tyrion continued, "And like I said, they're nearly zealots when it comes to the Faith of the Seven."

"Adding to the fact that they will no doubt be overconfident with the numerical superiority...", Talion adds.

"And we may have found a way to buy us a day at the very least", Tyrion concludes.

"What the bloody hell are you blokes talking about?", Bronn asks, a little annoyed that he was being kept out the loop.

"House Taryl is the only real threat from the Reach and they have been sent to block my father from sending aid to us. While Randyll Taryl is one of the most renown commanders in all of Westeros and commands one of its most elite armies, they can only field so many men. Meanwhile, the men of the Westerlands are the best equipped in the realm and are among the best well-trained", Tyrion explained, "Eventually, my father will break through and come to King's Landing, all we need to do is buy him time."

"Okay, the majority of the gates and walls are properly defended, but what about the Mud Gate? Have the blacksmith finish barring it up?", Bronn asks.

"Actually they finish just as I was going out to save your ass", Tyrion grinned, "With that grate, the Mud Gate is as secure as the rest of the King's Landing."

"Then what about these secret tunnels you and cockless have been going on about?", Bronn said, causing Talion to raise an eyebrow.

"Secret tunnels? Why was I not told about this?", Talion demands as he looked over at Tyrion.

"Well to be quite honest, Bronn wasn't suppose to know about it", as he once again throws a glare at the sellsword who once again shrugs, "They were to be used in case we had to evacuate the king and his family from the capital."

"And I, as head of the Princeguard, was not aware of this why?"

"Well, in all honesty, it was because I wasn't sure I could fully trust you, Talion", Tyrion admits.

"But you trust me to guard your nephew, so why wouldn't you trust me with these secret tunnels?"

"Because part of me thought you only took the job because you knew you couldn't get out of the city, so you might as well live your possible last days out in luxury instead of poverty with the common folk", Tyrion explains.

"If only the hobbit knew that you could have easily left whenever you wanted", Celebrimor remarks, "Luckily the Royal Library has been providing a suitable amount of knowledge or else we would have already left this place."

"And now that I know about the tunnels?", Talion asks while watching Bronn for any signs of him going for his sword.

"Why you watching me, mate?", Bronn asks, "One, you don't know where the tunnels are exactly. And two, I seen how you swing a sword. There is no chance in Seven Hells that I'm walking away from a fight with you unscathed, even if I do win."

"Then are you going to tell me the exact locations of these tunnels; cause I feel they could be of use to us if we survive the first day", Talion explains.

Tyrion ponder the thought while looking straight at Tailon, "Say I do tell you the location; what could you possibly use them for that would benefit us?"

Talion smiles at this, "My time in the land of Gondor and beyond have taught me many valuable lessons. It taught me that not all wars are won through the strength of arms alone. Sometimes to win a war you have to first get inside your enemies' head, and that's where the real battle begins."

Stannis' Main Camp

Early the next morning

Despite the camp having up to seventy thousand men within it confinements, an eerie silence descended over it as every man who wasn't on sentry duty was watching the hastily assembled "trial". King Stannis was sitting in his commander chair outside of his main tent with Ser Davos standing on his right side, his wife Selyse sitting at his left and Melisandre standing behind him. In front of them were Loras and Garlan Tyrell, both were kneeling with guards surrounding them. Off to the side was the remainder of the House Tyrell that was present at the camp. While Mace and Margaery watched with a feeling of anxiety in their gut, Olenna observed it with a keen eye.

"Loras Tyrell, Garlan Tyrell", Ser Davos announce as he stood beside a seated Stannis, "You both stand accuse of abandoning your position at the siege of Castle Stokeworth with neither your King's permission or acknowledgment, failing to defeat a numerical inferior enemy in front of their capital, despite having ample time to best them before reinforcements show up, no doubt raising the defenders' morale on the eve of a major siege."

Ser Davos looks down at Stannis who merely nods his head, signaling Davos to continue…

"But no doubt, your most heinous crime is that thru your reckless action, Queen Selyse's brother and King Stannis' good brother, Ser Imry Florent was slain while in the midst of combat with the enemy, robbing the royal family of a loyal and trustworthy member, and our army of a courageous and skillful commander. Now that your crimes has been noted, how do you plead?"

"Your grace, if you would allow me to explain myself, I-", Loras Tyrell pleaded before being interrupted by Ser Davos.

"HOW DO YOU PLEAD?!", his voice echoes across the campground, silencing the youngest son of Mace Tyrell instantly.

"Your grace, we plead guilty to all charges", Garlan Tyrell said in his brother's stead, causing Loras to snap his neck at him.

"Have you gone mad?"

"Be silent, brother. Let me do the talking", Garlan demands, "Your Grace, if I may stand."

Stannis eyed the man in front of him for a moment before nodding, "You may stand."

"Thank you, your grace", as Garlan stood up straight, only for Loras to try afterward.

"I have not given you leave to stand, Loras Tyrell", Stannis spoke in a calm, but authoritative voice.

The startle Tyrell looked to his brother, only to see him mouth the words, "Don't push it", before regretfully going back to his knee.

"My grace", Garlan began, "While yes, it is true that me, my brother, and a few scores of our men did abandon our post at the siege of Castle Stokeworth, it was only because we found evidence that suggested that Lady Stokeworth and her house had escaped through a secret passage and were on their way to King's Landing."

"This was brought to my attention before this trial began", Stannis admitted, "But it still doesn't explain why you abandon your siege. Lady Stokeworth is an old woman. Both her daughters are not even worth mentioning, and her son-in-law, while a renowned jouster back in his prime, is nothing more than an old knight who could barely command a hundred men. The castle was more important than any of them."

"And the castle was already under our control by the time me, my brother, your good brother, and our men, gave chase", Garlan assured him.

"Why was I not told of this beforehand?", Stannis asks.

"My grace, I believed that you already your mind fully focus on gaining the Iron Throne and thus thought you should not be bothered with such trivial matters like that", Garlan explains.

"I decided what matters are trivial and what are not", Stannis bluntly states, catching Garlan off-guard but only for a moment before he regains his composure.

"Your grace, by the time that we would have gotten word to you about Lady Stokeworth's escape, she would have no doubt reached King's Landing safely", Garlan said.

"She reached it regardless", Stannis points out, "What was your goal in capturing House Stoke, huh? I doubt Joffery or the imp would have paid a ransom for them."

"I believe that by denying the impostor Joffery any more support from the houses of the Crownland, we would have undermined his authority in the eyes of the people and possibly his own men", Garlan said.

Stannis thought on Garlan's logic for a moment before speaking, "From a strategical view, that was a sound plan and may have made the siege and assimilation of the population even easier, but the results of your endeavor speak for themselves. Not only did you fail to capture the members of House Stokeworth, but you also lost twenty-two men in contrast to the enemies nine; one of them being my good brother, Imry Florent, who was slated to lead the first assault against King's Landing."

Ser Davos couldn't help but spare Stannis a glace before returning his attention back to Garlan Tyrell.

"Now that you have made your case, I will announce your-", Stannis said before Davos whisper into his ear.

"A word in private, your grace, if you will", Ser Davos all but pleads.

"Now is not the time, Davos", Stannis whisper back harshly.

"Now may be the only time before you make a huge mistake", Davos said, "Into your main tent, if we can."

Stannis observe all the eyes watching him, waiting on his every word.

"This better be worth it, Davos", Stannis said as he stood up, "I seek counsel from my advisors. Everyone but the accuse, make ready to break camp and head for King's Landing! Ser Garlan, you may return to your original position alongside your brother", as he turns around and marches into his tent with Davos and the Red Priestess by his side, but not before telling the guards that no one is to intrude on them.

Davos stood on the other side of the war-map while Stannis steady him with a light glare and Melisandre moved to sit in a chair in the far corner. Outside the sound of men and animals being moved could be heard and Stannis' orders were immediately heeded and the host made preparation to march to the capital.

"You think I shouldn't punish the lads, don't you?", Stannis began.

"I think that you shouldn't punish a pair of lads for getting someone who you didn't even give two shits about killed. You never liked Imry, you told your wife and Shireen that yourself. You said that he was a folly of a knight and an even bigger shit of a commander. It took all my willpower not to laugh when you told me to announce him as a skillful and courageous commander, even more so when you said you had him slated to lead the first assault. You told me just the other day that he wasn't fit to lead a gaggle of Septon boys, let alone an army", Davos said, "So why the lies?"

"Whether I liked him or not, I am still honor-bound to respect his memory", Stannis states, "And at the very least, history will remember him as the man who was supposed to be the commander of the first assault on King's Landing."

"Aye, that they will, but there is a bigger problem, isn't there?", Davos asks.

"Correct, I am also honor-bound to avenge his death at the hands of this Talion of Gondor, Captain of the Princeguard. It's a good thing I send spies ahead to keep an eye on the city, lest they would have never witnessed the skirmish and gotten this man's name", Stannis said as he showed a rare slight smile, "They said he fought like a man possessed, slaying not only Imry, but at least half a dozen other men, and besting both Loras Tyrell and Garlan in combat. And here I thought The Hound would be the only skilled fighter King's Landing had to throw at us."

"The spies also claim that this Talion's sword burst into blue flames while in the midst of the fighting and was able to cleave that Tyrell boy's sword in two along with slicing off a chunk of his armor", Melisandre, who had been quiet up till now, said.

"And what do you make of this?", Stannis asks, "Does he wield a sword that is similar to Lightbringer?"

"No sword is similar to Lightbringer; the closest this land of yours has to offer is that Dawn sword of House Dayne and it pales in comparison to yours, just like the man who last wielded it", Melisandre states before going quiet as Stannis sends her a cold glare.

"Ser Arthur Dayne was one of greatest knight Westeros had ever seen. His honor knew no bounds and his loyalty was second to none; it was my honor to have met him once at a tourney in King's Landing. Never speak ill of him again in my presence", Stannis ordered, catching both Melisandre and Davos off-guard.

"Now, back to the matter with the Tyrells' lads", Stannis resume.

Davos shakes his head a little to regain his composure, "Punishing them in any shape or form will no doubt cause friction between you and House Tyrell, and by extension, The Houses of the Reach. They make up most of our army, supply nearly all of our foods, armor, and livestock, and makeup half of the fleet. Nothing good will come out of this if you have it your way."

"So what am I to do? Let them go unpunished?"

"No, your grace, I have an idea that may just work out in our favor and undermine Tyrell's influence. Are you familiar with House Gardner?", Davos asks.

"The former kings of the Reach? Their House went extinct on the Field of Fire during the War of Conquest, what of it?", Stannis answers, wondering what Davos was getting at.

"Aye, and when Harlen Tyrell surrendered Highgarden, Aegon Targaryen appointed him as Warden of the South and Lord Paramount of the Reach. Now I'm just man who was born in the bowel of Flea Bottom, but even I know that the other houses of Reach did not look kindly upon this, even to this day, they say, not to their faces of course, that the Tyrells are nothing more than upstart. House Florent, House Rowans, and House Oakhearts are just a few of the houses that claim that have more right to be the lords of the Reach,", Davos explains, "Now with this in mind, we could use this to undermine the Tyrells and make sure that the Reach's houses are loyal to you and you alone, or at least fracture their unity."

Stannis stood there for a moment, eyeing the map in front of him on the table, particularly the region of the Reach. After a few moments, he looks up over at Davos, "Let's hear this plan of yours."

Half an hour has passed since Stannis, Davos, and Melisandre entered the tent and Garlan and Loras were still kneeling while the heads of House Tyrell, along with the other noble families were still waiting for the verdict.

"What do you think Stannis will do, grandmother?", Margaery asks the "Queen of Thorns", as she sat next to her, "Do you think Stannis will actually punish Garlan and Loras?"

"Ha, I would be more surprised if he didn't", Lady Olenna scoff, "Stannis is not one to let an incident like this go."

"But surely he realizes the implications it could have if he was to punish them?",

"Who? The second and third son of House Tyrell, it's not like he is condemning Willas", Olenna said before taking a drink from her wine glass, "Though I'll admit, we're not going to be any friendlier with him if the punishment he issues is severe."

Suddenly the curtains of the main tent flutter apart as Stannis, Davos, and Melisandre, coming walking out of it. Stannis surveys the remaining noble lords and mutters over to Davos.

"It would seem that these nobles believe that my orders do not apply to them", Stannis complains.

"All the more reason to divide them, my lord", Davos replies.

"Let's hope this plan of yours works", Stannis says.

"Your grace, the houses of the Reach outnumber the houses of the Stormland by almost two-to-one, they have a higher chance of succeeding in this", Davos whispers back, "And even if a Stormland House accomplishes it, you can still use it as a platform for future plans."

"Hmph", was Stannis' reply as he walks back to his commander chair and sits down, "After talking it over with my council, I have made my verdict."

"If the accuse would arise for their sentencing!", Davos announced as both Loras and Garlan came up off their knees and stood at attention.

"Loras Tyrell, Garlan Tyrell, while your recklessness has indeed caused us an adept commander and twenty-two men, I feel that depleting our army of two capable commanders would only make the future battles that are to come after King's Landing even more difficult", Stannis began, "Therefore, I shall postpone your sentence until a more appropriate time after my grip on the Iron Throne is secured."

A round of gasps echoes throughout the surrounding area as Margaery and Mace Tyrell could barely contain their joy, nor could Loras and Garlan contained their disbelief, meanwhile Olenna continued to eye Stannis.

"What's he playing at?", she thought, "This isn't like him at all."

"But", Stannis announces, ceasing all commotion around him, "I will give you the chance to redeem your honor. If you bring me the head of this Talion of Gondor before the siege's end and avenge my good brother's death, then all charges against you will be dropped, and I may have used for the both of you later on, on the battlefield and in my court."

Murmurs began to erupt again across the grounds as various noble lords began whispering among themselves, only to be silent once more when Stannis stood up and raise his hand.

"But I would be a fool to allow the vengeance of Imry Florent's death to rest solely on the shoulders of two men who have already been bested by his killer; so all ye present, hear this!", Stannis shouts, "Any commoner who brings me the head of Talion of Gondor shall be granted a lordship! Also, the lord that they are sworn to shall be granted a seat on my Small Council in the position that best suits him! Should it be a noble who brings me his head, not only will they be granted a seat on my Small Council, but any title that they wish to claim shall be granted upon them, regardless of who it belonged to previously. Only the title of Lord Paramount of the Stormlands and those that are conveyed by royalty are barred from this reward!"

"And there we have it", Olenna thought as she glances around at all the noble houses of the Reach, their shocked faces and frantic mutterings was all she needed to confirm her suspicions, "That's the crack that broke open the floodgates. He seeks to undermine House Tyrell's influence over the Reach by pitting our bannermen against us."

King's Landing

High Noon the next day.

"Are all the men in position on the western wall?", Tyrion asks.

"Aye, that they are", Bronn answers in a bored tone.

"What about the eastern wall?"

"Aye, there too."

"What about the southern wall?"

"Look, every wall is manned up, okay? Fretting about it won't make this battle any fooking easier", Bronn told Tyrion as Talion just stood there on the central battlement above the Dragon Gate.

"He's right, you know? A commander worrying themselves before a battle will only make things worse, especially if the men see him worried", Talion advises.

"Well I doubt they can see me from here", Tyrion jokes, "I can barely see over the wall here."

"By the way, where is that cunt of a king?", Bronn asks, "Haven't seen him all morning."

"I "advise" him that the weakest assault would probably be at the Mud Gate and he chose there to be present at", Tyrion answers.

"You really don't want him out here, do you?", Bronn asks.

"I don't want the men to see him cowering, that would definitely break their already low morale", Tyrion replied, "Now while you, me, and Captain Talion command this wall, I have several veteran Lannister captains commanding the others. Those men have fought alongside my father for years and know what they're doing. They're also smart enough to know when they need help and will request aid at the first sign of real trouble."

"Yeah, they get the easy jobs while we deal with the main burnt of the assault", Bronn points out before turning to Talion, "What do you think of all this, Ser Captain?"

Talion was looking over the horizon westward, "I think they're here", as he points. Tyrion and Bronn follow his finger and are barely able to make out a mass of movement coming their way.

"You must have some eyes to be able to see that far out", Bronn compliments.

"If they only knew", Talion thought as the first column of men appear, waving the banners of up to a hundred different houses from both the Reach and the Stormlands. Behind them marched the knights, strapped in their gleaming armor atop of their mighty warhorses, each carrying a personal banner of their own. Up next, came the bloated mass of the infantry, gruff looking men who knew without a doubt that they would be doing most of the dirty work today, regardless of what the maesters would write in the history books afterward. Eventually, the archers and the common cavalry came within view; with the archers and crossbowmen forming in the center while the horsemen took up both flanks. And in the center of it all was Stannis Baratheon personal retinue, with the man himself leading it.

"Why doesn't he have any catapults?", Talion asks as he noticed that none of the long range projectiles were in sight.

"Varys has informed me that neither the Vale or Dorne has thrown their support behind Stannis and that the Iron Islands have risen up once again in rebellion, and there is still the Young Wolf of the north, Robb Stark. Lest not forget the threat of Daenerys Targaryen from across the Narrow Sea, so Stannis most likely need to capture King's Landing intact, walls and everything, if he's going to be able to deal with them and leave the capital with a small garrison once he's done."

"You make it sound like we can't hold them off", Talion commented.

"Let's just say that the odds don't seem to be in our favor", Tyrion replies, "I'm somewhat of a gambling man, Talion."

It took well over an hour before the army came within full view of King's Landing and all the while Talion merely stood there watching, never once showing signs of fright or even worry, simply because he has faced far worse than any of the men in front of him had to offer. Too bad that couldn't be said for the rest of the men on the battlement.

Talion didn't need Celebrimor's superior sight to see sweat-drops start to appear on the faces of the Lannisters' and Goldcloaks' next to him, nor the shaking in of their knees. But with the Elven Lord's hearing, he did pick up the sound of their frantic heartbeats. As he observed the battlements, he saw that almost one in every three men was showing signs of barely contained fear.

"This is not good", Talion told himself before picking up on Bronn saying something. Only that he wasn't speaking….

He was singing.

The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring

Tyrion abruptly turns around to gawk at the sellsword, "Why the Seven Hells are you singing now?"

But Bronn ignore him as he continued...

But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a terrible thing.

"That the same song he sang the other day while we were inspecting the walls", Talion recall as the words came back to him. It was at that moment that he figured out what Bronn was doing and decided to join in.

The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed, in a voice that was sweet as a peach, But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own, and a bite sharp and cold as a leech.

"Have you both gone mad?", Tyrion said only to see that a couple of the men next to them were starting to join in on the song, their fear giving way to small laughter.

"Huh, I see", the Hand of the King said before shrugging and bellowing out the next line….

As he lay on the ground with the darkness around, and the taste of his blood on his tongue, His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer, and he smiled and he laughed and he sung,

It spread like wildfire, soon the entire northern battlement was blurting out the song in almost perfect unison. From there, it spread to the other battlements and witnesses later said that even the Hound himself was seen murmuring the lines as he stood behind a confused King Joffrey.

All the while Stannis' army could only watch in bewilderment, or in some cases like Ser Davos, amusement.

"What the Seven Hells are they singing?", Stannis asks as Davos came up beside him.

"It's an old traveling song about a man sleeping with a Dornishman's wife. The husband finds out, of course, and it went as well for the man as one would think when he was challenged to a duel by the nobleman", Davos explained with a grin on his face.

"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done, the Dornishman's taken my life, But what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!"

"Though I much admit, they carry a fine tune", Davos pointed out, only to received a stern look from Stannis, "What? They do!"

"Oh I, I tasted the Dornishman's wife!", Talion finished and then looked down at Tyrion.

"So shall we begin?", the youngest son of Tywin Lannister asked, to which Talion simple nodded.

"Bring me the shield and sword!", Tyrion ordered and moments later, Squire Podrick comes running up the stairs, carrying a sword and a shield that was don with blue flowers that surrounded a fox and hands them to Talion.

"Hope your acting is as good as your fighting", Bronn snickered.

"Guess we'll see", Talion said as he stood on top of one of the upper steps on the battlement and bellowed out….

"STANNIS BARATHEON! I HOPE YOUR SKILL AT ARMS IS BETTER THAN WHAT YOUR GOOD BROTHER OFFERED ME LAST NIGHT!", echoes throughout the field as Talion held up both the shield and the sword of Imry Florent, " I AM TALION OF GONDOR!"

Preview for Next Chapter

"There is a tale from my homeland, Gondor, about the ninth king of Rohan, Helm Hammerhand", Talion starts, "And how he struck fear into the hearts of an army that was besieging him."

A/N: I decided to focus more on the political chessboard this chapter as Stannis tries to find a way to divide the Reach Houses from the Tyrells. Next chapter though, the first day of the siege begins or does it?

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