Before his brother's death, Roland knew that he would need to explain his actions. Fortunately he had a legitimate reason so he would be able to rectify it. But the unexpeccted deaths of Joffrey and Tywin changed everything for him. Roland couldn't decide how to feel about it on the one hand Joffrey and Tywin got what they earned. This also gave Roland a great deal of freedom in his furthur actions. On the other hand this meant that he was king, and being king meant a huge amount of responsibilities now rested on his shoulders. Roland would now have to correct every mistake that his family had made.

Roland shook his head, it would be best not to think of such things and began planning his retribution. Roland would be ruturning south filled with terrible resolve. His first act was to send a message to the contested 'Warden of the North.'

Roose Bolton

I hope you enjoyed killing Robb Stark, because I'm certainly going to enjoy what I do to your pathetic excuse of a son. The North Remembers Bolton and so do I. One thing I can promise you, it will not be quick.

Signed Roland Baratheon The Black King.

Roland recent actions had earned him popular support amongst the people. Many saw him as delivering justice against the Freys for breaking the Guest Right. While other saw him as decreasing the power of his mother's house.

When Roland entered King's Landing he found that the Sparrows had been busy since he last heard of them. Cersei had transformed fanatics into a new faith militant. Roland almost laughed, this rabbled some old cockroach cobbled up is a poor excuse for an army. No matter a problem that can be easily rectified. He also learned that the Faith Militant had arrested the Tyrell children. 'It seems I have my work carved for me,' he said to Sandor Clegane.

As he and his band of companions now known as the Renegades made their way to the Red Keep a group of sparrows blocked their path. They wors black rags with chains, had seven pointed stars carved into their foreheads and held spiked clubs. The leader of the group looked oddly familiar.

Roland smiled broadly as he recognised the young man, he dismounted his horse and walked towards him. "Well, well, well, If it isn't my dear little cousin Lancel." He examined him from head to toe, "I see you have changed but I can't decide whether it's for the better."

Lancel glared at his cousin, much of the fear that he use to have of Roland had disappeared. "It's brother Lancel now Roland, many things have changed since you been away" Lancel replied.

Roland smirked, "indeed they have, so how can I help you this fine afternoon."

Lancell stepped forward his bare feet making not a sound. "Kings Landing need to be cleansed your grace of all sinners. It would do you well not to stand in our way."

Roland smiled like the amused father of a small child. "It seems religion has helped you grow claws Brother Lancel."

Lancel's eyes darkened ever so slightly, "I found peace in the Light of the seven Roland, perhaps the same can be done for you."

Roland chuckled, "You think carving your face and carrying a club makes you a soldier of the gods." Roland shook his head, "Gods have no need of for armies, not least one made up of bare-footed buffoons, that is why they are gods."

Roland reached out and cupped his cousin's cheek. "The cloth may be different but the flesh is the same. It makes no difference what you are with these sparrows, you'll always be a little lamby." Quick as a cat Roland plucked a strand of hair growing under Lancel's chin. He wheeled around and mounted Bane.

"Tred lightly Roland," Lancel warned. "This city has no room for those that defy the seven."

Roland replied with a broad smile. "It is you and the rest of your brothers who should tred lightly Lancel. You are barefoot and the ground is often filled with rats and vipers ready to take a bite."

With that Roland and his men rode past the Sparrows and made it to the Red Keep without any more delays. His first destination was his little brother. Roland entered the Red Keep and came to Tommen's room. Ever since Margaery and Loras were captured, Tommen was distraught. When Roland entered Tommen's chambers he found mother sitting there holding his hand. Cersei stood up and rushed to embrace her son, Roland returned the embrace. After they broke apart, Roland faced her. "Could you give me a moment with Tommen Mother? Perhaps I can reason with him."

Cersei nodded and left the room. As soon as she was gone Roland approched his little brother. Despite being four and ten, right now Tommen's distraught face reminded Roland of the little plump boy he used to look after when they were younger. Tommen rushed forward and hugged Roland tightly. Roland replied by patting Tommen's blond head.

When they broke Tommen looked at his older brother with watery eyes. "I love her Roland," he said desperately. "I love her."

Roland nodded in understanding. "Of course you do Tommen, she is a beautiful woman after all."

Tommen buried his face in his hands. "She's in a prison cell and I don't know what to do. MY WIFE IS BEING HELD BY FANATICS AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"

Roland placed his hand on Tommen's shoulder. "Sit down before you hurt yourself," Tommen nodded weakly and took a seat. It was clear he was close to breaking. Roland sat next to him "There will be problems in life we just don't know the answers to. It is in these times that we turn to those close to us for support. It takes courage to admit when you need help, all you need to do is ask."

Tommen looked up at his older brother. He was almost a man now and shouldn't have to ask his big brother to fix his problems. But Margaery, the woman he loved was in a dungeon and he didn't know how to help her. Though he had no love for Joffrey, Tommen had always idolized Roland. Tommen thanked the gods every day that Roland was born before him. Roland was always the one with the plan for everything and the courage to do anything. "Will you help me get her back brother?"

Roland smiled warmly, somehow that smile made Tommen feel worse. The fact that Roland was so willing to help him without asking anything in return. "Of course Tommen, don't worry I will handle this. By tonight you will be reunited with your wife. Now what you need to do is fill your stomach. It won't do for Margaery to see you looking like a skeleton." Tommen nodded and began gulping down the food on his plate. Roland turned to leave then he stopped and added. "Tommen it would be best if you didn't tell your mother about this conversation." Tommen nodded again and turned back to his food.

Roland left and headed to his own chambers. as he walked to the council chambers Lady Olenna approached him. Before she could utter a word, Roland stopped her with a raised hand, "I know what you want Lady Olenna and I'm already working on a solution." Roland gave her a look to indicate that he wanted utmost discretion.

It didn't take long for Roland to liberate the Tyrells, as promised he had them back in the Red Keep by night time, Roland confined his mother to her chambers while tommen and Margaery retired to their chambers. Roland stayed to talk with Lady Olenna.

The queen of thorns spoke, "I don't know how you manage to pull it off but well done."

"I told you, I'm a man of my word," Roland said with a smile.

"Your mother won't be happy with your actions," Olenna pointed out.

Roland shrugged, "she best save her greivances for someone who cares. It's time the former queen regent learned a lesson in the real use of power."

"What will you do about this 'High Sparrow", Olenna wondered.

Roland sat back and put his hands together. "I have made my move, now I shall see what he does next."

"You should have him executed, your grace," Olenna insisted.

Roland shook his head, "doing that will martyr the High Sparrow, then I will never be rid of him or his cult. No lady Olenna, I need to understand exactly the kind of person I'm dealing with, then I can destroy him. In the morning I will reinstate Maegor's Law since it was revolked without proper approval by someone who had neither the right nor the power to do so. Cause ripples in the water and see how the fish react."

Lady Olenna nodded in approval, 'This boy is clearly Tywin's grandson, he exercised patience, caution and most of all cunning." Olenna smiled sadly, 'a pity that he couldn't be betrothed to Margaery.'

Roland stood up and bid Olenna goodnight, before leaving he turned and said. "By the way well done getting rid of Joffrey, he truly was a pest."

The Queen of Thorns stared in shock as Roland left the dining hall with what she was sure was a skip in his step.

Tommen and Margaery were abed, basking in the afterglow of the nights activity. After so long apart, the bottled up emotions finally flowed. In their first night Margaery had been surprised by Tommen's actions. At first he was timid, but soon he became bold until he placed his head between her legs. This was something margaery was unfamiliar with, but whatever it was she loved it. She didn't know that when Tommen turned 16, Roland had told Tommen about the 'southern kiss', which he claimed women like the best.

Afterwards Tommen roled over on his back his eyes staring at the ceiling. Margaery placed a soft hand on his chest.

"What's wrong Tommen," She asked gently.

Tommen sighed deeply before turning to her, "Do you think I'm weak Margaery."

Margaery's mouth opened in suirprise and shook her head. "No why would you ever think so?"

"You get arrested by the faith militant and what did I do? Nothing, instead I sat here and moped. Then when Roland returns and he took care of it in a single night. What will the lords and ladies think of me. Prince Tommen, a boy who only has to go to his big brother and he'll fix everything."

Margaery started stroking her husband's blonde hair. "You are a sweet boy Tommen, all boys are born different. Some are made to fight, some to lead, some to teach and others to follow. You are the youngest of four siblings, it is only natural that you would seek guidance from Roland and even Myrcella."

At the mention of Myrcella Tommen closed his eyes to fight back the tears. Roland was his idol, but Myrcella was the one he was closest to. With Myrcella, Tommen felt that he could tell her anything. She always had a certain fericoty behind her equally sweet nature. That as why it was so hard when Tyrion sent her to Dorne. "I miss her," he admitted.

Margaery nodded, "I know, Roland always told me how close you two were."

Tommen finally turned to her, "so you don't hate me even though I couldn't help you."

Margaery kissed him gently on the lips and smiled, "No Tommen I could never hate you."

Tommen smiled and kissed her. "Roland want's to name me heir to Casterly Rock."

This surprised Margaery, "That should be proof enough Tommen, She said after a moment. "Roland respects you and believed you are capable of holding your grandfather's seat.

As time progressed, Roland set about making changes to the Red Keep. The Lannister guards that usually patrolled the castle were replaced by Baratheon bannermen. Qyburn was forced to discard his big project which was bathed in wildfyre. In his place Roland gave the former maester Ramsay Snow to toy with. The story that Roland had killed Ramsay in the north was fabricated to hurt Roose.

Roland had the statue of his brother and the direwolf torn down cleared for a future statue. Joffrey's personal Coat of Arms had made the Lion of Lannister equal to the Stag of Baratheon. Roland wanted to make it clear to all who ruled the Seven Kingdom's now. Joffrey's banner was torn down and replaced by the original Black Stag on a sheet of beaten gold. He also added Stark banners in the castle to symbolize his ties with the Starks.

Roland sent for Sansa now confident that she was safe for now. Sansa had a joyous reunion with Arya and they began to talk about what was to come. Roland also came across his bastard brother Gendry for the first time in years. Roland had been angered when he found out that Thoros of Myr had sold him to that red bitch Melisandre. Roland siezed him by the nose and warned him about ever coming near Gendry again. It also didn't escape Roland's notice that Arya was quite interactive with him. Perhaps something could be done about that.

Roland asked Lady Olenna to stay for a time to help stabalize the damage his mother had caused.

"You seem to be settling back quite nicely." Olenna commented.

Roland nodded, "I am making changes to the small council and I would appreciate advise from someone with real experience."

"What kind of changes?"

"I wish for your grandson Willas Tyrell to come to the capitol and take his father's place as my Master of Coin, I also wish to instate your nephew Paxtor Redwyne as my Master of Ships."

Olenna's eyes widened, her grandson with a seat on the council. "Why all these promotions to my house your grace."

"I want to have a council that is filled with capable men and not the halfwit puppets my family has chosen." Roland gave her a sly smile, "I think we will also need a new Grand Maester." Roland didn't need to say more, Olenna knew what Roland was implying.

"I will send for them immediately," She said. "But if I may ask, who will be your Master of Laws and Hand of the King?"

Roland sighed, "nominally I would of given my uncle Tyrion that position, but since Tywin ruined that I will have to find someone else, Kevan Lannister perhaps. As for my Hand that is already chosen. Lord Stannis Baratheon."

Upon hearing this the Tyrells stared at him shocked and enraged. "You can't do this your grace," Ser Loras protested. "Your uncle rose in rebellion against your brother," Margaery agreed.

Roland looked at him with a bored expression. "Unlike your family?" he quipped.

"That lobster killed your uncle." Loras retorted.

Roland cocked an eyebrow, "besides a motive what proof do you have that Stannis is responsible."

Loras looked down, "I-we have none."

"That's because there is none," Roland quipped. "Let us look at what we know, Renly was killed in the night by an unknown assassin. Stannis could have sent it to be sure but so too could have Joffrey. After all having the largest army Renly was the biggest threat to my brother. Plus by killing Renly means Margaery is available to marry again, perhaps one who already sits the Iron throne and is promised to no one."

The Tyrells stared at Roland silently. His own reasoning made sense Joffrey did indeed have just as much to gain from Renly's death as Stannis if not more so."

"I vondicted my own investigation into the manner, Roland continued. From it I learned that the red whore melisandre is indeed responsible for Renly's death. Once Stannis is finished with her I shall hand her over to you. Will that satisfy your thirst for revenge?"

Loras paused for a moment and remembered her parting words to Renly. "Look to your sins, the night is dark and full of terrors." Stannis was going to give Renly until morning to reconsider. The red woman practically threatened Renly on the spot, after a moment he nodded.

"Why should we accept this," Olennas asked.

Roland turned to her. "House Tyrell plotted to usurp my father's crown by placing his brother Renly on the throne. My brother pardoned you when house Tyrell aided us in the Battle of the Blackwater against Lord Stannis. Stannis rebelled in a simular fashion it is true. Now he works to atone for his rebellion by aiding me in ridding the North of the Boltons and stabalizing the region. When he has succeeded in this task I shall give him the same pardon my brother gave you. Stannis is one of the few capable men left in westeros and I need him. Were it not for Stannis I'd be much more naive about these things."

The Queen of Thorns sighed and nodded in acceptance, "Very well your grace, we accept your terms."

Roland went to his new chambers and began writing to his new decrees. These officially restored the Starks and Tully's to their rightful places as the overlords of the North and Riverlands respectively, it also named the Freys and Boltons and their allies enemies of the crown and traitors to the realm. Though he made it a point to give Perwyn, Olyvar, Roslin, and Alesander Frey royal pardons from their family's crimes.

As he wrote Brienne of Tarth burst in her face burning. Roland paused for a moment beforecontinuing writing. "You have quite a temper for a lady," he said nonchalantly.

Brienne stared at the young king incredulously. "You can't do this," She said her breathing heavy.

"Can't do what?"

"Pardon Stannis Baratheon."

Roland stopped writing to look at her, "forgive me," he said. "I must have given you the impression that you had a voice in the matter."

"He killed his own brother Renly."

Roland frowned in amusement, "That is a very serious accusation, Lady Brienne, I assume you have proof to back this 'claim'?"

Brienne's eyes dropped in shock. Roland got up and walked over to her, "You say Renly was killed by a shadow. Last I checked my uncle Stannis is still flesh and blood. The Red Woman killed Renly, Lady Brienne, but rest assured she will pay the ultimate price for this crime."

The Shadow had the face of Stannis," Brienne retorted.

"Faceless men can take the face of anyone the please," Roland quipped. He stepped close to her. "Renly betrayed us Lady Brienne, betraying your king I can respect but to betray your own blood. That is unforgivable."

"Renly was a good man and he would of been a good King." Brienne said defensively

To her surprise, Roland broke into a chuckle. "By the gods you fancied him." Bienne's face stiffened not wanting to answer. "How sweet and sad at the same time. My wife was once as nieve as you. but she has grown, it's time you did too."

"Renly was your uncle does that mean nothing to you?"

Roland's eyes darkened. "That scheming little weasel got exactly what he deserved, Lady Brienne. He once plotted to kill my mother and drag my siblings from out beds while my father laid dying, did you know that?"

Brienne fell silent not knowing what to say about this. Roland turned and calmly walked back to his desk, "This is how it will be," he declared. "Lord Stannis is pardoned for his actions, if you cannot accept that then sail back home. Renly is dead and I suggest you get over it you lovesick pup."

Brienne stared at Roland for a moment before storming off. Roland shook his head, "Even in death Renly is a thorn." Roland went back to his desk to focus on more important matters. Namely his little sister's troubling situation in Dorne.