SORRY DON"T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED

Chapter 16. THE BATTLE OF BLACKWATER

Stannis Baratheon had the most legitimate claim to the Iron Throne as his brother Robert had no legal heirs. With Renly dead the Lords of the Riverlands flock to his banner. Stannis now has the means to attack the capital and take the Iron Throne. Meanwhile Tyrion who had been named acting Hand of the King by his father Tyrion Lannister was preparing the city for war.

"You have done well as Hand of the King Lord Tyrion." Verys says as they stand overlooking the bay. "If you had not been here I dare say Stannis would succeed…"

Tyrion looks at the Lord of whispers, "Thank you! Has there been any word from my father?"

"He has fallen back to Harrenhall. The Young wolf advances…Gregor Clegane has been captured by his sister Tara Clegane of the North…"

Tyrion shakes his head, "It was foolish of my father not to reprimand Gregor Clegane for his actions at Jordan Clegane's funeral."

"Yes it was. If not for Tara Clegane Eddard and Sansa Stark would still be in our custody…The crown could have sued for peace…There is one ray of hope. Jaime Lannister is at the Twins…"

Tyrion frowns, "How is that hope?"

"Well Robb Stark broke his word to Walder Frey and married a foreign girl of Volantis…Walder Frey had his men take your brother…He has married a Frey girl in exchange for being named Warden of the Riverlands…"

Tyrion smiles and looks up at Verys, "Does my sister know?"

Verys frowns, "I don't believe so my lord…"

"WHAT?" Cersei says when Tyrion relays the news.

"I thought you would be happy for our brother. Finally settling down to start a family…I wish I could have been at the wedding. Don't you?" Tyrion smiles as Cersei storms off.

Five days later Cersei stands in the throne room as Joffrey dressed in armor walks up with Sandor Clegane and the King's Guard. "Mother! What are you doing here?"

"There are seasoned men of war to handle this…"

"I am the King the men need to see me leading them to victory…" He unsheaths his sword, "Like it? It's called Hearteater. I will use to cut Stannis Baratheon's heart out."

Cersei kisses her son on the forehead, "Good luck my son and stay safe…" As Joffrey walks off Cersei stops Sandor Clegane, "Keep my son safe."

"I will!"

She looks up at him, "You had better! Or I will have that thing between your legs removed…"

From the wall Tyrion, Joffrey, and Bronn watch as the Baratheon fleet enters the bay.

"Where is my fleet?" Joffrey asks in frustration looking down on his uncle.

"If you remember nephew Stannis Baratheon was Lord of Ships so where do you think they are?"

"Well what's the plan?"

Tyrion rolls his eyes, "Launch the ship now!" Tyrion orders.

"One ship against two hundred!" Joffrey complains. A huge smile crosses his face when the ship loaded with wild fire explodes decimating the majority of Stannis' fleet. A cheer erupts on the wall but Tyrion and Bronn keep their composure.

Stannis command vessel

"The little imp has had his trick! Full attack!"

Hundreds of long boats come ashore and the Stormland forces disembark charging the sea gate. A counter attack is led by Sandor but when a flaming arrow hits a man and he bursts into flames he leaves his post.

The Sea Wall

"My lord King the Queen Mother requires your presence…" Lancel Lannister says to Joffrey.

"What did she want?" He asks with fear on his voice.

"She insists you return to the Keep…"

Joffrey looks at Sir Meryn Trant, "Lord Maryn fight in sted…"

As Joffrey walks off with Lancel the men threaten to abandon their posts. "Listen to me!" They boo him, "Listen to me! Men of King's Landing! Look at me! I am a little man a Dwarf and yet I fight to protect this city and all I love. So what does that say of you? Don't fight for your king, don't fight for his kingdoms, don't fight for honor, don't fight for glory, don't fight for riches because you won't get any. This is your city Stannis means to sack it! Thats your gate he's ramming. If he gets in, it will be your houses he burns, your gold he steals, your women he will rape. Those are brave men knocking at our door. Let's go kill them all!"

Tyrion's words inspire the defenders to chant Half Man and follow Tyrion into battle. They exit the city through the small gate and attack the men at the main door from behind. A roar erupts from behind as the last man is killed. It is Stannis Baratheon leading the rest of his forces.

"Oh fuck me!" Tyrion says. During the battle Sir Mandon slashes Tyrion across the face in an attempt to kill him. Before he can finish Tyrion off Podrick Payne kills Sir Mandon. As Tyrion feints he sees his father galloping on a white stallion with Loras Tyrell at his side.

"Am I dead?" Tyrion asks in a delirious state.

"I'm afraid not my lord…" The voice belongs to Verys Lord of Whispers.

"What happened?"

"Your father showed up with reinforcements. The Tyrells sided with King Joffrey in exchange for a marriage to Lady Margaery Tyrell. The battle has been won and if not for you Stannis would have taken the city…"

Tower of the Hand

Tywin Lannister had been reinstated as Hand of the King and he is in his office writing letters and issuing orders. "My Lord Hand! The Queen Mother!"

"Leave us!" Cersei commands, "Is it true?" She asks when the squire leaves.

"Is what true?" Tywin asks with his head down.

"Jaime! Did you make a deal with Walder Frey?"

Tywin sighs and stops writing then he looks up, "Of course I did! We are losing the war if you hadn't noticed. Robb Stark swore to marry one of Walder Frey's daughters. He broke that word and married some girl from Volantis. Walder Frey in his anger took your brother from under the young wolf's nose. So in exchange for Jaime marrying his daughter Sylene Frey and naming him Warden of the Riverlands Walder Frey has betrayed the King in the North…Walder Frey also convinced Roose Bolton to fight for us…With the Tyrells, Freys, and Boltons on our side we have a chance of defeating the Starks…They must come to us now…"

Cersei goes to her room and paces. She cannot, she will not allow her beloved brother to bed some Frey whore. She stops in her pacing as a plan forms. She drops in a chair at her desk and writes a letter.