Tyrion's POV
Things were not going well for them, he had to admit, his brother, sister, his niece and nephew, his cousin Lancel, Uncle Ser Kevan Lannister and Gawen Westerling, Quenten Banefort , all captured. Ser Gregor Clegenage, Ser Adamm Marbrand, Lord Andros Brax and Ser Tytos Brax had all been killed his Father their great commander and so called saviour apparently had 14,000 men left with another 3000 at the Golden Tooth when they had retreated from Riverrun.
His Father's forces were currently garrisoned at Acorn Hall slowly moving across the Riverrlands trying to make back to the Golden Tooth before Eddard's forces catch him from behind and Robb's moved to cut him off from the front.
At least he was safe in Casterly Rock which had never fallen in a siege before, he was doing his best to prepare for attacks on all sides to keep him and Shae safe but he didn't know what else to do.
Ser Steffon Lannister had managed to recruit 15,000 men and they were camped 3 days march from Lannisport near Oxcross where they were being trained but they wouldn't be ready for a few weeks months maybe, in the meantime 70,000 Reachmen march on Crakehall, from the south led by Lord Randyll Tarly and Ser Garlan Tyrell, another 15,000 bear down on Deep den from the East led by Lord Bryce Caron and finally Golden Tooth was bound to be attacked before long by Stark or Riverland forces.
There were 3,500 men plus the regular garrison stationed at the Golden Tooth which should be enough if it was attacked, the most that would be sieging it would be 20,000, and they could easily hold them of in the narrow mountain pass. Deep Den was held by a garrison of 300 but he hoped they could last out until help arrived, what worried him was the Lannister Fleet being outnumber 3-1 by the Arbor fleet plus the other Reach houses ships. He had thought about the Greyjoys for help but after little rebellion which the Lannisters hep put down, they were just as likely to attack them while they were weak. At least Lannisport had the renowned City watch which is meant to be the extremely well-trained, and constitutes the most disciplined feudal foot levy in all of Westeros. He had put Bronn his trusty sellsword in charge of them to plan the defence and possibly retreat of Lannisport in case of an attack by sea. Next Crakehall was the problem, which had a garrison of 170 left and he ahd sent an additional 500 men to them but that wouldn't hold off 70,000 men. He had also sent his Vale Mountain clans to the wood near Crakehall led by Shagga to raid and plunder the supply and scout lines hoping to hold them of long enough for help to arrive
He had already sent Ser Emmon Frey who was married to his Aunt to Bravos, on a merchant ship to Essos to see if they could hire some sellsword companies or pirate ships, he had heard Lord Salladhor Saan would be a good choice or maybe the Golden Company they might be willing help the Lannisters reclaim the throne or at least the second sons.
Why him he wondered as he lay in bed with Shae they had just had a pleasant time together and Tyrion was lying on Shae kissing her gently on lips. Why me he thought he was happy finally at last and now his father had finally decided to trust him with responsibility, or was it because he had no other choice as everyone else was needed on the battle field. He had wanted responsibility all his life he read every book he could find gaining knowledge and developing his mind so he would be ready and now when it was finally thrust upon him he had basically no chance of winning.
Maybe that was why his Lord Father had given him command and promised him the seat of Casterly Rock if his father and Jamie fell in battle so if the Lannisters lost the war, history would remember that Tyrion not Tywin had been in charge of forces when they fell preserving Tywins name but damming his dwarfs son name as the one who let the greatest house fall to ruin.
"Whats wrong my Lion," asked Shae staring directly into his eyes.
"I'm worried about you, me it would take a miracle to win this war, if they take Casterly Rock they will sack it, promise me Shae you will kill yourself before you let them take you."
"Oh you do care about me, don't worry they won't hurt," she said seductively rolling out from under him and moving her hips gently on top of him.
"You can't fuck you way out of everything my dear," he sighed as she continued to pleasure him.
"I did for you, well what if we go run away we can go to Essos, you have wealth take us away where no one will find us."
"What will I do there I can't be a sellsword the best I could do this maybe become a banker I've always been good with money, but Shae this is my home."
"My home is wherever you are my lion."
At that he started to consider the idea.
"My Lord, our outlying ships report the Tyrell fleet has reached Highgarden and is resting there, they will be here inside the week," reported Ser Damion Lannister, as he walked slowly down the hall where Tyrion was waiting for him.
"Thank you Ser, now bets be on your way I have some important business to attend to. He was heading into Lannisport to meet with all the Blacksmith there, he needed a chain, not a Maester's Chain but a very large massive chain.