2nd Month of 300 A.C. King's Landing

King Tommen I Baratheon

The throne room was alive with the sound of people murmuring, talking, surprised at the people kneeling before the throne, and Tommen could not help the smug smile that came across his face. Sansa was there as well, he knew, staring at the people before them, and he looked at her briefly, but then turned back to the people before him. It was something, achieving that which his brother had never done, it was proof, if any was needed that he was his father's son, not the get of a mad woman. He looks at the main figure at the head of the party and calls out. "You may rise."

As if on cue, Robb Stark, the former King of the North, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North rises. "Thank you Your Grace. It is an honour to come here to serve you. After so long in the shadows it is nice to finally be within the light once more."

There is some murmuring at that, and Tommen smirks, deftly done that. "So tell me my lord, you have come south from the Twins I believe, but I would know why you have come now and not before. How did you survive your uncle's wedding, when so many others did not?"

Stark looks somewhat uncomfortable at that, and Tommen notes he is avoiding Sansa's gaze. Eventually he speaks. "I made a deal with those who were planning the deed. I knew that something was going on when Lothar Frey and Walder Rivers came to meet me. I expected some heavy price for the sin I had committed, and yet there was none. Speaking with Walder Rivers, I learned of what was planned, the man did not approve of it, and he wanted that which only a king could give him. And so I made an arrangement with the man and his brother Black Walder, the wedding would go ahead, and when the time came, I would see my wife die, as well as others who were nothing more than a threat to my cause."

Tommen looks at the man impressed. "Truly some good calculating work. But then tell me, some of your most trusted men and women died during that wedding. Was that intentional or an accident?" He of course means Lady Catelyn, and as such he sees Sansa fix her brother with a very keen gaze.

Stark looks solemn at that, and then he says. "Those who died without the true means, such as my mother were accidents. Some of the Freys got carried away within the slaughter, and as such I had them killed the moment I learned of their offenses. Just as Black Walder's own family has suffered for his own insubordination."

Tommen looks at the Lord of the Crossing and finally understands why the man has looked as beaten as of late. His impression of Stark goes up two fold now. He turns to look back at the man and asks. "So you have come out of the shadows now, tell me Stark what is it you wish?"

There is a moment's silence and then Stark says. "I wish to be welcomed back into the King's peace. I wish for myself, my family and my men and women to be pardoned. The ill born Joffrey Baratheon is dead, and you sit in his place, you are the rightful king and as such are the smartest one to bear that title. I would offer my services to you, as well as those of my men to make sure that the kingdoms remain at peace."

A gasp echoes throughout the throne room at that, Tommen looks at Stark and then he shifts his gaze to his grandfather a moment before turning back to Stark and responding. "And in return for all of that, what do you wish to have from me?"

"As I have mentioned, I wish for myself, my family, as well as my men and women pardoned for any wrong doing. We were fighting to remove a bad king from the throne, not against you. Furthermore, I would wish to see my titles restored to me, and finally, I would be most pleased if you would give me leave to deal with the scourge in my lands." Stark responds.

"By scourge I assume you mean Stannis Baratheon, Ramsay Snow as well as the Ironborn?" Tommen asks.

"Yes Your Grace." Stark responds.

Tommen is quiet for a moment, making himself appear as if deep in thought, in reality has known for a long time what his answer would be, but it would not them any good to make this appear as if he were an eager boy. He is not a boy anymore, he is the king. He looks at the man standing before him below on the ground, and he replies. "Very well, I shall grant you, your titles and honours, I shall restore Winterfell upon you and give you the money needed to rebuild it, furthermore, I give you leave to destroy your enemies, as they are from this moment the enemies of the crown. And finally, I issue a pardon for all those who fought alongside you during your war against my brother."

"Thank you Your Grace." Stark replies.

Tommen stands then, and walks down the steps of the throne toward Stark, he clasps the man's shoulders, and says. "We are brothers now, for I intend to wed your sister on the morrow. You will of course be here for a few days to ensure that things go smoothly."

"Of course Your Grace, it would be my honour." Stark responds.

"Good." Tommen replies smiling. He looks at those gathered in the throne room and calls out. "Let this be a sign to all, that I am a merciful king. Stark and Baratheon are united once more. Our enemies shall tremble before us all once more."

"Long Live the King." Lord Stark says, a cry taken up by many others within the throne room. Tommen smiles and as he looks at his mother he thinks Your lies will not be kept secret for much longer mother, what you did to Lord Stark will come out, and when it does, you are finished.

Lord Tywin Lannister

Stark alive and well, Stark breathing and walking under the same roof as him. By the gods, it was almost as if the gods were trying to have him killed. How had Walder Frey not seen to the boy? Or perhaps he had, perhaps the man had merely been slighted by Tywin in some manner or the other and had decided to remove him from the picture, or worry him or some such nonsense. It made no matter, Tywin had always prided himself on his adaptability and he would adapt to this, and so as he looked at the king, from across the table, he takes a sip of wine and then prepares to speak, but the king beats him to it.

"Tell me grandfather, how it feels to know what Walder Frey betrayed you?" the young king asks, a note of amusement in his voice.

Something about the king has changed in the past few weeks, he has become more and more like Robert, and less like Jaime, but then Tywin wonders if his son is even his son anymore. "It was an unexpected occurrence, but it is not truly a surprise. Walder Frey always was a treacherous man, this is no surprise. It is something that can and will be used for the throne's gain though."

His grandson looks at him a moment before responding. "That does of course mean that your plans for Jon Snow, are somewhat made redundant now. You cannot use the bastard against the trueborn heir, the north would never accept that."

Tywin looks at his grandson and nods. "Indeed that is true, but from what I know, the bastard has already left the Watch, it seems that the commanders there saw fit to relieve him of his oaths. As of yet none know where he might have gone, only that he has."

The king is silent for a time, before he finally says. "The marriage between myself and Sansa Stark, will go ahead. I will not allow the Tyrells to get in the way. We have more and more evidence against them for Joffrey's death, if they are truly as smart as they make themselves out to be, they will remain silent, lest we reveal it all. What has that old crone had to say about this?"

Tywin smirks and then masks his amusement into a face of calmness. "She has said that though it is unfortunate, she sees the sense in it. After all, Sansa Stark is a way to control her now alive again brother, furthermore, having access to the north is important, there are many and more resources within its lands that need to be accessed. A friendship between yourself and the Stark boy would not be remiss in occurring my king."

His grandson looks at him then, a calculating look in his eyes. "And does the woman know that we know exactly where that child is? The child they lied about? I could have them killed for that, lying to the king is treason. It is actually quite a tempting thing to do, but I think there is enough trouble within the Reach without causing more."

Tywin is reminded of his wife then, the way she would speak about certain things and the way it had always fascinated him, gods, there is much and more he would give to have Joanna back, if they had not had to make that damned pact with a dead man, perhaps she might still be here. Still it does no good to dwell on the past, not now. "Indeed, that is very true Your Grace. Yet the flowers are more use alive than as spikes, despite the message that would send. The Lady Margaery in particular is a very useful tool to have."

"And she has two brothers not committed to the Kingsguard. One of whom is married, and most likely shall have a child before long. It would take something special to see them both gone would it not grandfather?" his grandson asks.

"Accidents happen Your Grace. Willas Tyrell is one man and his brother Garlan is a warrior and commander. Give the order, and he would have to fight in the most dangerous part of the battle. The Greyjoys are wreaking havoc on the reach, sooner rather than later the Tyrells will begin chafing." Tywin replies.

His grandson considers this for a moment before asking. "And what of the Martells? They are evermore a thorny issue, the Red Viper is there professing loyalty and yet we cannot forget he was the one shouting that they rise for Viserys Targaryen after the rebellion. He has been meeting with Tyrion you know, to discuss something or the other. But I know he has asked Tyrion to do something to you, as of now, nothing has been done. Soon enough you will need to give Tyrion what is his by right."

Tywin stiffens then. "I will never give him the Rock, not so long as I live. He is a corrupt influence Your Grace, it does no good to attach yourself to him."

The king's eyes harden then, in a manner reminiscent of Robert Baratheon, but also Joanna, Tywin can feel his heart hammering in his chest. "He is our blood, and has been nothing but a loyal servant, despite the treatment my brother and mother have both given him. He will get the Rock, otherwise you can start looking toward Essos for a new title. As for my mother, I think it is time we find someone for her to marry. Dorne is not the right place, but looking toward the Riverlands might be interesting, or perhaps the Vale. She is still of child bearing age, and I believe the Royces are in need of a wife for their heir."

Tywin laughs then. A thing he has not done for many years, not since Joanna told him the truth. "I do believe that might be a smart move, it would certainly make things much more interesting in the Vale. The one place that so far has not answered any of the summons or calls for response. Baelish no doubt has had a hand in that."

His grandson looks at him then, and says words he has not heard since Joanna said them to him before the Reyne rebellion. "I want him found, and I want him brought back in chains, Baelish is a man who must, I repeat must be killed."