The Move of the Swift

Tywin rode with Tywinel ahead of the others to smirk as his youngest gripped the reigns much in the same manner, he really was like his father. Tywinel took to dressing in black with Crimson and gold undertone designs on his Sigil. His son had requested they ride ahead. He found no reason to deny that request as they set off to return home on their journey.

His son had unsettled the king, and prince Regard had taken a liking to Tywinel instantly finding his wit mesmerizing. "What is it you were so eager to show me?" He mused as he stopped at the hill the light in Tywin's eyes faltered. Looking over him toward the waters. The ships of the Shields…Wood and Steel…"Family has come to visit." He mused and moved toward the shores. Tywin frowned but followed his son onto the shores of the bend and not too long after Farfella and his family followed.

Another Knight they hadn't brought was waiting at the shore for them. Gregor Clegane. He and Tywinel looked at each other and his son's head tilted a fraction to which the mountain smirked a bit. Her father came onto the shore, snorting at the line of grandchildren he had to also greet him. Asking what she wanted she looked to him amused. "I didn't request you, your challenger did." She said amused. He glared snarling, "And who dares?" Tywinel moved dismounting Gregor took the reigns for him and handed him his wrapped parcel. "I did."

He said smoothly. Tywin gripped the reigns as the man called for his axe. Glaring at his good father, but Tywinel let the covering drop to reveal his Valerian steel short sword, his mothers reforged. Tywin made to say something when Farfella spoke the clan language the men backed off making her father glare as he argued but they put shields up making a wall.

Farfella watched looking at her father. "As you said…all hawks fall…when it's too old to fly." Tywin looked at her to see her look at Tywinel a look passing between them as he moved in the sand, his grandfather moved swinging his Axe but Tywinel moved short sword biting into flesh between the armor of his fur hide.

He made a sound of pain grunting and moved but Tywinel was fast and he had an advantage being so small compared to him. Hitting where he knew it was just clothing, making the old man swing and tire and get too frustrated. Tywin frowned as his son circled, seeing a predatory look suddenly cloak the green of his eyes making it emerald fire. Tip of the blade tracing in the sands. Speak in the clan language slowly to his grandfather.

Whatever he said made him look at him then at Farfella then his own men. Looking to the ship the sails dropped uncurling. Tywin looked to see them drop and bear the sigil of the Hawk embracing the lion. This was a coo. This had been…planned. It had been endorsed by the Ragnars people. "So your bitch mother trained you to be a betrayer." He spat at him. Tywinel smirked, "No the strong always betray the weak that is the way of the world old man. She taught me to be a Lion and a Hawk. I am a Lannister of the Shields. I take what is mine, and what I want. My teacher Ser Gregor…now he was my teacher on how to be a killer and there is something we both want." He smiled sweetly looking the innocence his age was supposed to be. "Your head, and I take what I want, and it's mine. Because I am smarter, stronger and I…" He leaned in eyes close. "Roar." He moved suddenly cutting off his hand that had the axe.

He cried out but Tywinel dropped the sword as he grabbed his grandfather's axe with both hands. Gripping the wood and leather, pulling hard it was so heavy it hurt as his arms burned but he dared not stop. Not in front of his parents, his teacher, his siblings and the man he wanted as his own to command respect from. He hefted the axe and yelled out as he brought it down with all the gravity and strength he could muster.

Feeling the steel hit and slice through sinew and flesh to meet muscle and cut it apart nearly getting stuck in bone to cleave through it. Feeling a wet spray like the sea mist as it hit the rocks along the shore. But this didn't just taste salty but of copper and it was hot. The Axe hit sand as he let go reaching as his fingers tangled in long strands of grey beard. Standing his grandfather's head tangled in his fingers.

Dripping red into the sands. He looked up and was bloodied, Raising the head the men gave call banging the shield thrice. Looking back to Farfella as he walked to her presenting the head to her taking the knee. She looked down at her youngest cub arching a brow to slowly smile coldly. "I give my right of the Shield Rock to you, Tywinel Farwin Lannister. To be a Shield, to be a hawk, to be a lion. One who never stops roaring and rules his enemies as a raider upon the shores. I hereby name you Tywinel the Rising. " He stood and she gestured to Ser Gregor who took the head from her son. He moved back to his horse he steadied It as the boy mounted.

Orders given for the men to burn the body then set sail for Casterly Rock to meet him. Men didn't argue, respecting Tywinel despite his age and more so as he had taken his grandfather's axe as his own. A true Ragnar kept what they killed. Riding on Gregor looked at lady Farfella and felt an inward shiver as she had looked on with finality and named her son, now a killer, her heir to an empire to continue killing as was wanted or needed.

Power. Tywin shivered unashamed by it for once looking shocked a bit at the act yet now wondered why he ever doubted his wife. Doubt that she wouldn't teach his sons to be ruthless killers, they were Lannister's. Looking at her his green eyes took her in and he gripped his reigns wanting her in a way he hadn't felt in quiet awhile that had led to making Talyn. Realizing with the death of her father and her giving direct rights to their boy he had gained a foothold on the Shield Islands…to ships.

The Lion's were roaring and the world would hear them. Looking at his children and especially his youngest boy he knew his legacy would live on. Long after he was dead and buried as was his children their children, all of it…his bloodline would live on, his name would live on. Reaching over he grabbed her Saddle horn pulling on it to shift her saddle just a tad but enough to make her look at him. Seeing the smolder in his eyes she shivered but he took her reigns from her hand.

"Ride ahead." he stated and leaving the path. They moved into the denser forest and when he knew they were far enough he got off his horse to pull her from hers. She held to him but he moved her back hit the mossy tree and he moved her she had to move her legs. She gasped as he pinned her and hiked up her dress feeling his lips descending on her.

She whimpered and felt his actions making her heart race, and it quickened faster at his growl. Taking her quickly but harder. He had no qualms about not being gentle at the moment, she wanted another child anyway and in truth so did he. His children were reflections of him and his power. Kings killed for such things. He didn't stop until he was spent and he had her crying out enough he had to cover her mouth to which she bit around her moans making him hiss but nip her hard a little. Letting her down slowly with him so they could detangle. He moved getting to the horses letting her have a moment, when she rejoined him he moved her up onto his horse and mounted after her. Her horse was tied to the saddle of his own and moved with his as he held his wife.

Nipping her ear. "Child or not you are my most valuable treasure." He murmured, "you belong to me alone and I will kill anyone who would even hint at touching you the way I do…" he nearly growled sending a shiver down her spine a bit. "When we get home you will show me everything you've done with my pride of lions…no more surprises." He tightened his grip on her waist to trace. Rejoining the others. All the while Tywinel was leading but also glancing back eyeing his father and mother.

"You have that look again," Talyn said softly. Tywinel arched a brow looking ahead, "Because mother's happiness and safety matter to me…I will be her shield and sword brother. Lion or not, those who harm her I will hurt ten fold." He looked at him darkly. "Father or not…" He tilted his head in a predatory way like a hawk did listening for the Rabbit to take off running, eyes locked on Talyn's. "Even you and you know it."

Talyn shivered but glanced back to look ahead making sure Cersei did not see them glancing. "Aye…we would, father said foolish men go to war over women but…I would start one for her brother." Tywinel looked ahead, "I already did, I challenged that dim witted king and killed my own grandfather. I took his throne, I will need you to go with me Talyn, I need my own Kings guard so to speak, someone I can trust."

He looked at his brother they looked at each other, "You are going to make Gregor be mother's guard aren't you?" He smirked, "yes, he loves mother in his own way, I've seen the way he looks at her. He wouldn't dare cross father to take her for himself but he knows Mother and her ways. He admires her and is very loyal to her. She lets him off leash with more freedom to be himself then Father does. He won't betray her not even for all the coin in the world." Talyn had to agree, regarding his brother he really was smart despite his small stature. Their moves would be swift.