AN: So hello all, here is the next chapter of 'The Last King', I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know the last chapter had mixed reactions, what with some people disliking the lack of Percy/ Tytan in it, whilst others didn't see the point of the tavern scene other than for exposition, which is a little disappointing as there was another reason for it, but ahh well, it can't' be helped.

Either way this chapter will contain a lot of the MC, so I hope you all enjoy it and leave a nice long review. Thanks a lot for all the support so far, I really appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Game of Thrones, or A song of ice and fire.

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(Last Time)

In the land far beyond the Wall, the horde of the dead continued to grow larger, their pace growing faster as well, as the magic of the world began to strengthen once again. The horde growing larger and larger everyday as bodies, some of them centuries and decades old, wrenched themselves up from the snow, their rotting flesh and cracking bones, reanimated and imbued with new life as they shambled along, heading south.

At the head of this horde, a set of cold, icy blue eyes surveyed the stark, barren landscape in front of him. The beings horned head tilting to the side slightly, his breath misting out in front of him, before without a word he dug his heels into the flanks of his undead horse, urging the creature on as they began to travel every further south, the horde now coming in contact with the living people that lived this far north. All of whom would die, their bodies joining the ever-growing horde of the dead.

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Chapter 19

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(On the border of Dorne)

Riding across the dry, arid landscape of Dorne, a group of fifty armoured men made their journey south, leaving the northern border of the southern Kingdom behind as they instead rode ever deeper into Dorne.

Most of the mounted men, were wearing chainmail hauberks, breastplates, gauntlets and pauldrons, heavy armour, something which was not really suitable for the warm and dry climate of Dorne, something which was somewhat obvious as many of the men were huffing and puffing, sweat running down their bare heads, their helmets either strapped to their saddle, or held under one arm as they continued to ride.

Over the top of their armour the armoured men also had plain black tabards, denoting no House crest or allegiance. Similarly those that carried shields, had them painted black, with them covering up whatever Sigil they had once born.

Riding at the head of this group of armoured men, were two other men, both of whom stood out from the rest due to both their appearances and the fact that they rode a few metres ahead of the rest.

One of these men was a tall, blond man, with slightly angled features, which gave him a slightly sly look. With the man in question wearing a set of armour too, only his was of a much finer quality to those around him, forged of castle forged steel as opposed to the iron, or common steel armour of his fellows. On top of this he also had a light blue tabard over the top, showing off the crest of House Arryn, a sky blue falcon soaring against a white moon, on a sky blue field.

Beside this man rode another, only this pale, gaunt looking man wasn't wearing any armour at all, instead he was wearing a dark, red, velvet jerkin, and black leather breeches, with a thin grey cloak tied around his shoulders, the cloak pinned in place by a golden brooch with a large ruby the size of a pigeon egg set within it. At his side the man also had a slightly curved sword, an oddity in northern Westeros, but something which was far more common in Dorne. Though the man's violet eyes, and long, almost white blonde hair were certainly not something often seen in the southern most Kingdom, or in Westeros at all, not anymore anyway.

"Are you finally going to tell me where we are actually going?!" Viserys, the richly dressed man asked, his tone whiny and nasally as he looked over to his riding companion. The man in question, Ivar, sending him an annoyed look as he did so.

"Yes we're going to Dorne." Ivar replied, his usual cheeky, cheer absent as he instead shot Viserys an irritated look, quashing his ever growing temptation to just bash the whiny brats head in, after all the boy was far more useful to him alive.

"But why, you've already paraded me around the Crownlands, shouldn't we be staying there building a powerbase?" Viserys replied, a scowl on his face now as he felt the wind blow some coarse sand against his royal skin.

"Yes, because building a rebellion within spitting distance of the mightiest King Westeros as ever had is a great idea." Ivar said sarcastically.

"He's a usurper, like his father, he's not the King!" Viserys snapped, his violet eyes flashing with anger as he looked over at the older man.

"Tell him that." Ivar replied with a short laugh. "His father took the throne by force, just like your family did a few hundred years ago. For that reason he is just as much a usurper as your family is, and has just as much right to sit on that pointy throne."

"My family forged a dynasty that would have lasted a thousand years were we not betrayed, we brought a golden age of peace and prosperity to Westeros. Tytan Baratheon is nothing!" Viserys spat, turning away from Ivar now and instead glaring at the dry, barren landscape ahead of him. "When I depose that tyrant, the people will cheer for me, and the nobles will flock to my banner. Once I remove the man they fear, then the Targaryens will rule once more!"

"Well you'll have to deal with his magic first, oh yeah, and his pet dragon too." Ivar returned, his lips twitching upwards when he saw Viserys's gaunt cheeks flush red. The younger man obviously remembering all of Ivar's mocking, in particular his mocking about how Tytan had been the one to hatch the green dragon egg, as oppose to Viserys the self-proclaimed 'last dragon'. With Ivar bringing up how the Baratheon King now had his dragon Ozymandias quite regularly, even if it was just to piss off the spoilt shit.

"He will die for taking my birth right from me, both my throne and my dragon. I don't care what power the gods have blessed him with, for they have blessed me too, they had blessed me with the divine right to rule. Something that miserable cur will never have!" Viserys finally retorted, his hands tightening on the reins of his horse, causing his knuckles to whiten as he did so.

"Yeah, good luck with that." Ivar replied, a bemused smile on his face at the thought of this mewling, cunt of a boy facing off with Tytan, a master swordsman, and someone who could shake the earth and manipulate the seas with his will.

"I find your lack of faith disturbing." Viserys finally responded after a few moments of silence, his violet eyes locking with Ivar's once more, his distrust of this cheerful, but deadly and ruthless man once again rising up within him. "If you don't think I can defeat Tytan, then why did you, one of his sworn men, free me?"

"Because it suits my purposes." Ivar replied with a shrug and a slight laugh, flashing a bright smile at Viserys as he did so, his eyes crinkling upwards revealing laughing lines. "He's a good guy, and I like him. But I have risen as far as I could under Tytan, I'm the King's guard. It comes with gold and some good perks, but nothing permanent. I want to be a Lord, but under Tytan that will never happen…"

"But under me it will." Viserys finished for him, a sudden gleam entering his violet eyes as he eyed Ivar now, as if seeing him in a new light. "So that's it is it, you're out for yourself, I like that. I had to work and fight to get to where I am, and I respect the drive it takes. Worry not Ivar, by the time I come to the throne I am sure there will be many traitor lords that will need replacing, and you can rest assure that I will carve you out a nice piece of land to rule."

Fighting off a mocking sneer about just how Viserys had 'worked and fought to get to where he was', Ivar instead nodded his head, his lips curving upwards as he continued to play his games. "Very well then King Viserys, let's get you to Dorne so we can start whipping up more support for your rebellion."

Grinning at that, Viserys nodded his head, his previous irritation forgotten as he digested Ivar's words, 'King Viserys', it did have a ring to it, didn't it. "Lead the way then, Lord Ivar."

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(With Percy in the Godswood)

"He's a cute little scamp isn't he?" Percy laughed as he saw Ozymandias shuffling across the leaf strewn floor of King's Landing Godswood, the quickly growing, yet still young green dragon acting like little more than an overgrown puppy as it crawled over to Percy, letting out joyful cries as he knelt down and allowed him to crash into his lap.

"He misses you Perseus." Leaf said in amusement from in front of Percy, her elven features settling into a soft smile as she knelt down in front of Percy, one of her delicate hands reaching out to scratch Ozymandias on the side of his neck, getting another joyful cry from the baby dragon as he turned his head and nuzzled Leaf's hand.

"Well I miss him to, but he's far too distracting to have in the throne room when I'm passing judgement, and what not. Beside I'm still working overtime to try and fill the slots in my Small Council with competent and decent people. All the while I am still partially overseeing the reconstruction of the city walls, the continued construction of the royal fleet, the implementation of aqueducts and a new sewage system in King's Landing and the wider Crownlands, and am trying to work out the best way to pass on the knowledge of irrigation and crop rotation to the farmers in a way they will understand." Percy replied his face tightening in to a frown for a moment at the thought of all the things he had on his plate, before his expression softened when he felt Ozymandias's large green eyes fix on him, an oddly doleful look on the dragon's reptilian face.

"You're frustrated." Leaf nodded, before she tilted her head. "But once you find new members of this Small Council you speak of, you'll be less stressed."

"I doubt it, but it will take some things off my shoulders, but there is still the growing worry of insurrection from within the Vale, the Targaryen loyalists that are still lurking around plotting, and the issue of my Uncle, Stannis Baratheon, disappearing from Dragonstone and leaving out a Lord as he instead fucks off with most of his retinue and nearly half of the existing royal fleet." Percy replied, before sighing again, relieved that he was actually able to get some of his frustrations off of his chest. After all he didn't really have anyone else he could be this honest with like this, not even Jamie, his mother or his forever loyal sworn swords.

In fact with everything that had been going on recently, he had actually found himself strangely missing the isolation of Tartarus, at least there life had been simple, he would wake, hunt food, fill something, and maybe hook up with an attractive anthropomorphic monster like Kelly, and then go to sleep, life was simple.

Here though he had to rule an entire Kingdom, one that had been badly mismanaged by his predecessor, and was divided up into seven different regions, all of which had their own local power structures, politics and Lords. It was a headache to say the least, but he was making progress, already he had secured most of the Kingdoms, and had pledges of fealty from about ninety five percent of all the nobles, and was building up a loyal army of professional soldiers, who were directly under his control, his Goldcloaks.

That being said, every day seemed to bring with it fresh challenges, Stannis's desertion as one example. Still he was making steady progress, and had begun to scourge corruption and incompetence from his government, starting at the top and quickly going down the hierarchy, something which was made all the easier by Qyburn, who had taken on the role of the new Master of Whispers among his other responsibilities, the man proving himself a real asset in how he had been combining both Baelish's/ Percy's existing spy network, with Varys's, to create a comprehensive new one which spread over both Westeros and Essos.

"You need to relax." Leaf said softly, her warm hand rest against Percy's cheek now, making him look away from Ozymandias, as he instead locked eyes were her golden ones. "Come, I have an idea."

With that said Leaf stood up, the fey like girl once again in her adult form as she offered Percy a hand up, before she led him into the centre of the grove.

"Oh, and what do you have in mind?" Percy replied as he followed her, letting Ozymandias run free as he did so, the little dragon scampering ahead of the two of them as they came to a halt, an amused looking Leaf now facing the bemused Percy.

"We're going to play." Leaf replied with a grin, flashing her white teeth at Percy as she did so.

Percy cocked an eyebrow at that, eyeing up Leaf's beautiful, lithe, leaf covered body and her flawless face. "Ok."

Leaf's lips curved upwards into another smile as she heard that, before suddenly and without warning her hand snapped up, the trees around her groaning and rustling, before moments later a half dozen thick, wooden tree roots erupted out of the earth around Percy, the roots moving like barbed tendrils as they shot straight towards him.

"Woah!" Percy shouted even as he snapped his right hand round, drawing moisture from the air, earth and nearby plan life, creating a scythe like blade of water as he did so, before he twisted and sliced through three of the roots his movements swift and fluid. After which he dodged backwards, fending off the other three roots jabs and stabs, his movements still smooth and fluid as he thrust his other hand out, twisting it as he did so, ripping all of the moisture from the roots in a single motion as he did so, causing the three roots to wither and break.

"Ok, what the Hades was that?!" Percy said loudly as he eyed the still smiling Leaf warily, his heart beating faster, as he ignored Ozymandias's curious stare as the clever little beast looked between the former Demigod, and Elf, his green eyes blinking curiously.

"Can't you feel it?" Leaf replied with a grin, raising her arms as she did so, the earth around her trembling before more roots erupted from the ground, and the winds blew strong, leaves beginning to whip around in the gusts like sharpened blades.

"Feel what?" Percy asked cautiously, his eyes still locked on Leaf, even as his right hand went to his hip, only to remember that he'd left his Valyrian steel sword, the one he had had forged by melting down the Targaryen's old jewellery, back in his chambers. With him instead just wearing a linen shirt, leather breeches and boots. With his usual array of armed guards all waiting at the entrance to the woods, some distance away for him, as he didn't expect to be attacked like this.

"The magic of the world, it is getting stronger by the day. Already I can feel nature practically singing out, singing out like it hasn't done in centuries." Leaf said with a wide smile, her golden eyes beginning to glow slightly as she looked at Percy, with a look of fierce joy. "So why don't we play, we can fight it out with magic, it'll take your mind off of your woes, and make you feel better, trust me."

Percy blinked at that, before he extended his hands, a tugging feeling appearing in his gut as he felt the water in the earth and ground, his senses sharpening even as the ground immediately around him trembled. It did feel slightly different, less like he was fighting for control, kind of like trying to force something through a too small hole. Instead he it felt easier, he felt stronger, not quite as powerful as he had been during his peak in Tartarus, but stronger than he had felt since he had first awoken in this world.

"So what do you say?" Leaf continued, the roots around her swaying about behind her hypnotically, like snakes preparing to strike, even as they began to glow blue and gold, the wood cracking slightly to show wisps of glowing blue and gold energy inside them.

Whipping his hand through the air, for Percy it was like riding a bike again, as he felt the water move to his will, swirling around him even as it covered him a shroud of water, energizing his body far beyond his base level. Even as a sword of water, a replica of his old blade Riptide, formed in his right hand. The earth beneath him shifting as he did so, with rocky spires beginning to protrude out of it in the immediate area around him.

"Ok then, let's spar." Percy nodded after a moment of hesitation, a smile spreading across his face at this sudden turn about, his previous worries fading as he just focused on the here and now, with Ozymandias chirping gleefully from the edge of the grove as he watched the two of them face off.

Leaf sent him another grin at that, before she lunged forward, the tendril like roots shooting down at him, even as the wind whipped around her, sending the blade like leaves shooting towards his water shrouded form.

Seeing this Percy slammed his foot into the ground, the action causing a dozen spikes of rock to erupt from out of the ground, even as he darted forwards, glorying in the feeling of power, power like he hadn't felt since he had been in Tartarus, even if he was still a far cry from his peak.

Shooting forwards the rock spikes struck two of the glowing tendrils as they hurtled forwards, causing two large explosions of fire as they did so. The force of the blast blowing the leaves and Percy away.

Though Percy quickly recovered, as he found his footing and lashed out with his blade of water, the blade extending into a long, thin water whip as he slashed through two more of the tendrils, causing them to explode again, only this time several dozen feet away from him, not that that stopped him from feeling the shockwave from the explosions, with him having to take a step back to brace himself.

Of course whilst he had been doing this, Leaf hadn't been idle, as she had instead transformed into a large, reddish coloured wolf, leaping forwards as she did so and rushing Percy from the flank as she darted around the outside of the grove, her movements lightning fast.

"Nice try." Percy replied as he twisted around, sensing her actions as he felt the vibrations of her movements through the water molecules in the air, reacting as he did so and sending off a blunt force blast of water on impulse.

In response to this though Leaf transformed into an eagle, shooting into the air as she did so and pirouetting around a blunt force crescent of water, letting out a screech of triumph as she did so.

"Shit a distraction." Percy muttered to himself, as he forced the shroud of water around him off of his body, instead creating a shield of water in front of him with it, as the two tendrils made to smash into him. The water solidifying into a half dome a couple of yards in front of him, even as the tendrils struck and exploded, blasting his shield apart and sending him flying backwards.

"You're out of practice." Leaf commented as she landed on the ground behind the off balance Percy, her leg sweeping out, even as her right arm shifted into the form of a clawed, bear like arm, snapping out with a heavy swat at Percy's unarmoured form.

"And you shouldn't give yourself away like that." Percy shot back at her, as he brought his legs up and fell backwards into a controlled roll, dodging the leg sweep, and the worst of the clawed strike, his shirt ripping but his flesh remaining unmarred.

"I have to give you a chance don't I?" Leaf responded easily, a branch snapping off of a tree above them, moulding into mid-air to become a javelin like spear as she caught it with a single hand, twirling it around as she did so, forcing Percy back for a few moments, before he managed to create another blade of water, the two of them now engaging in a swift back and forth, as Leaf showed herself more than competent with a spear, her thousands of years of experience no doubt coming into play.

Of course Percy was no slouch either, as his centuries in Tartarus and his time in Westeros proved, as he fended off her every attack, countering where he could as he tried to seek an opening. Something which wasn't easy, as although Percy was stronger than Leaf, she was far faster than him, hell she was faster than even a Child of Hermes or Mercury, Demigods that were well known for their speed.

Bulling forwards a few steps, Percy tried to get in close, taking away the advantage her longer weapon gave her, his strikes strong yet controlled as he choose to go with efficiency over sheer force and power, conserving his stamina as he instead tried to work out her style of fighting so he could find an opening.

Of course Leaf seemed to be prepared for that as with a flick of her wrists, she snapped the javelin in two, the two pieces of wood morphing into sharpened blades as she engaged Percy once more, her body like a maelstrom as she once again forced Percy backwards, landing two of three light blows on him as she did so, her blades creating shallow wounds on his arms.

"How are you doing this?" Percy grunted as he thrust his hand out, releasing an earthquake in mid-air, the vibrational energies ripping through the air forcing Leaf to stumble backwards a few steps and almost sending her flying, not that it stopped her for long as her bare feet morphed into clawed bird like feet, locking her in place.

"We Elves, we weren't just called the Children of the Forest because of our natural size you know. We were also called it because we are descended from the Old Gods themselves." Leaf responded, her nut brown skin flushing golden even as her eyes gleamed with joy and satisfaction.

"So you're kind of like Demigods in your own right then." Percy muttered to himself, getting a confused look from Leaf as she mouthed the unfamiliar term.

Pushing this aside though, Percy instead exploded forwards once again, the earth below him erupting upwards and showering the pair of them in dirt and stones as he rushed the amused Leaf, slamming into her lithe form with his body, his weapons forgotten as he instead tried to wrestle her to the ground.

Only for him to suddenly find himself with a knee in his stomach as he was flipped onto his back, with Leaf crouched on top of him, the two of them breathing heavily as sea green eyes, met golden. A wood blade in Leaf's hand and held at Percy's throat drawing a single bead of crimson red blood, even as a shard of ice was in Percy's right hand, the tip resting gently against her thigh.

"So, a draw." Percy muttered, as he looked into Leaf's warm, glowing golden eyes, almost lost in a trance at the fierce, primal beauty they held, noting however as he did so though, how old, wise and sad they were too.

"Why not." Leaf replied softly, her breathing calming even as she found herself unable to look away from Percy, the two of them pretty much face to face at this point, their weapons forgotten as they just gazed at one another.

For a moment neither one of them knew what was going to happen next, only for the moment to suddenly be ruined as a small, scaly body hurtled into them, Ozymandias swiftly ruining the moment as he warbled cheerfully, his green eyes twinkling with merriment as he looked between the two of them.

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(Sometime Later)

It was sometime later that found Percy, or rather Tytan, cleaned up and recovered after his spar with Leaf, much to the relief of his guards, all of whom had given him very funny looks as he exited the seemingly empty, and heavily guarded woods looking very scuffed up, with several burn marks and scratches.

Most of them no doubt assumed that the baby dragon, Ozymandias, was responsible for the King's appearance. After all it was well known that the King had closed off access to the godswood to all but himself, as it was where he kept his dragon. Though just why he kept a fire breathing lizard in a forest raised a few questions, not that anyone was about to confront the King about it. No, they trusted him, and knew he was not entirely insane, enough so that they gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Either way Tytan was now dressed in his finest clothing and royal regalia once more, his guards Jamie, Arthur, Matthias and Ubba accompanying him as he entered a large airy chamber. His guards taking up positions around the walls, all of them armoured and armed, not that they likely had much to worry about considering who it was that Tytan was about to meet.

"Lady Tyrell." Tytan said with a short bow and a smile as he entered the room, and faced the only occupant, Olenna Tyrell, a small, plump elderly woman, who was dressed in modest, yet high quality clothing and currently sitting out on a garden balcony that was connected to the chamber.

The old woman's dark eyes flicking up at Tytan's entrance, even as they seemed to try and pierce him in place, watching him like a hungry cat might eye a particularly tasty looking bird. "Please your majesty, I think we can dispense with the formalities don't you think, after all there is no spectators here to perform in front of."

"You're as blunt and matter of fact as I heard you were." Tytan replied with a nod, his expression amused, and a wry smile on his face as he took the seat opposite the old woman.

"Tea?" Olenna asked brusquely, gesturing over to a small steaming pot on the table in front of her.

"I'm fine." Tytan replied, the wry smile not leaving his lips as he settled himself down in his seat.

"Then perhaps wine then, I heard you have an inclination for it, like your father." Olenna then continued on, her eyes locking onto him now, watching for a reaction.

Tytan hummed at that, before giving her an amused smile. "I'm fine for now, but I thank you for the offer."

"Yes, well you are the King, it is probably the least I can do." Olenna continued on in her brusque tone, before pinning him with her gaze once more. "Though I am curious just what the mighty, new, young King of the Seven Kingdoms wants with a little, old woman like me?"

"You like to be blunt and to the point don't you, so I'm not going to dance around my words. Your grandson Loras, is a stupid cunt, one who was thinking with his prick and was plotting with my Uncle Renly to usurp the throne from me, them no doubt thinking me young, malleable and easily deposed." Tytan began bluntly, his tone completely uncaring as he looked over at Olenna, not missing how the woman's face tightened minutely and her hands twitched. Despite that though she kept a straight face.

"Now, in response to that I had two options, they both could have died in an 'accident', maybe a lovers quarrel gone wrong, though that also would have likely shamed House Baratheon as well as House Tyrell as well. But either way you get my point, I like to think of myself as a creative guy, so I'm sure I could have thought of some way to quickly and quietly dispose of them." Tytan continued, his sea green eyes boring into the old woman before him.

"But you didn't." Olenna commented, her tone slightly softer than before.

"No, I didn't. Which is why you are not mourning the death of a grandchild, and the imminent deaths of your son, his wife and your other grandson, along with the extinction of your House. Because as you know Mace is as incompetent as Renly, as is your other grandson when it comes to matters of war, and Tarly and the other Houses wouldn't have rebelled against the Crown for you. No instead your House would be destroyed, and your position as Warden would be given to either the Hightowers or the Tarlys, depending on which one I felt was most loyal and which one I wanted to bind to me with my favour." Tytan continued, his expression still devoid of emotion as he gave Olenna his wolf stare.

Olenna again twitched at his words.

"But I didn't, instead I bullied Renly into submission, and proposed the betrothal between Margery and myself, binding the Tyrell's to me and the Crown through marriage. In return for which I will have the Tyrell and the Reach's eternal support and fealty." Tytan continued on, his tone brooking no argument, and holding not a hint of doubt on what would happen if what he said was not the case.

"I fail to see why you are telling me this." Olenna said after a few moments, her hands clasped in front of her, as the cold, ruthless gaze of the King bored into her.

"Because I think it is important that you know. You're an old woman, and have become very skilled at scheming and manipulating, so skilled that you seem to forget one important thing. Sheer brute power, ruthlessness and violence can scupper the cleverest of plans, and destroy the greatest of Houses." Tytan replied bluntly, his green eyes flashing as he knew from his experience in Tartarus, pussyfooting around achieved nothing, and cunning could only get you so far, as in the end raw power, was the true meaning of power.

"As Baelish and Varys likely found out." Olenna spoke up softly, unable to look away as she saw the answer in Tytan's eyes.

"I just wanted to clear the air so to speak." Tytan responded after a few moments, his gaze turning warm once again as he settled back in his chair. "After all we'll soon be family, and I would hate to have any misunderstandings."

Olenna didn't respond to that at first, as she instead just stared at Tytan, unable to look away. "You know I heard a lot about you over the years. Many spoke of how you drank, fought and whored like a young Robert, and were controlled by your vices and predilections like him. Others however spoke of your wit and intellect, and that you were truly blessed by the gods. But now I see the truth."

"Oh, and what's that?" Tytan asked, his gaze now placid as he gave her a pleasant smile.

"You are the perfect mix of your father and your grandfather. You are a warrior king like Robert, brash and confident. But that side of you is tempered by the cunning and absolute ruthlessness of your grandfather. You have both the best and worst traits of Tywin and Robert." Olenna finished, her eyes never leaving Tytan's face, even as her lips twitched upwards. "You'll make a good King."

Tytan blinked at that. After all the way he saw it, he was his old confident, happy go lucky Demigod self, only tempered by his experiences in Tartarus. He was not a natural born King, he was a natural born survivor, one who managed to last centuries in the pit, even if it did take him years to recover from the experiences after he escaped.

"Yes, you'll do." Olenna continued on, her tone more confident now, and her smile widening. "I had feared you would be a dumb brute like your father, but no this is much better, you're maybe not as malleable as I would have hoped, but you'll be a strong ruler, and a good match for Margery."

Tytan's smile now boarded on bemused now as he gave Olenna Tyrell an odd look. He had just told her how close he had been to wiping her family from the face of the earth, and she was looking at him like he was the son she had always wanted. This lady was weird.

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(Sometime Later)

It was sometime later, about an hour or so after he had left the strangely amused Olenna Tyrell to her own devices that Tytan found himself meeting with the old woman's granddaughter, Margery. His mind, which at the time was already plotting out his orders to Qyburn about keeping a close eye on that old bat, going blank as he found himself facing the Tyrell family's most beautiful rose, Margery Tyrell.

With Margery being a tall, curvaceous girl, with flawless, slightly tanned skin, delicate facial features, full lips, a snub nose and long locks of glossy, brown hair that flowed freely down her back, almost to her waist. She was beautiful, she may not have the almost unnatural, ethereal beauty that Leaf had, but she was just as attractive in her own, more earthly way.

Now, for Tytan it had been a while since he had last seen Margery, she had been in the capital for a while now, but due to the amount he had on, he had not been able to officially meet her until now. And what a meeting it was, after all the last time he had seen Margery had been three years ago, and she had been a pretty, but still gangly and growing teenager, she had shown the promise of great beauty, but hadn't quite grown into it yet.

Well suffice to say, she had now grown into it.

"Lady Tyrell." Tytan said after a few moments, giving a slight bow to the younger girl as he did so.

"Please your majesty, we are betrothed to be wed, surely it is appropriate for you to call me Margery." Margery replied, her tone soft and lilting, as she extended a hand, allowing Tytan to take it, even as she gave him a curtsy of her own.

"Then similarly you should call me Per-, Tytan." Tytan replied, catching himself as he did so, before giving her a brilliant smile, one which Margery returned with a demure one of her own, playing the part of an innocent flower well, though considering her grandmother maybe that wasn't a surprise.

"Then Tytan it is." Margery replied sweetly, before she swept over and looped her small delicate hand through his arm, even as, with a bit of prompting from her, they began to walk through the Red Keep's rose gardens, attracting the attention of a few of the other people enjoying them that day.

"I have to say it's been a while since I last saw you Margery." Tytan began, his tone easy as he looked around at his sweet smelling surroundings.

"The tournament for your nameday three years ago. " Margery replied promptly with a smile, before a distinctly put out look spread across her face. "It was the last time I visited the capital, as I have been in Highgarden ever since."

Tytan nodded at that, curious as he did so about why someone as obsessed with status and social climbing as Mace Tyrell would do such a thing, before his mind suddenly went back to the girl's crafty grandmother.

"No doubt your grandmother Olenna had a lot of wisdom she wanted to impart." Tytan said in a dry tone after a few moments, getting a smile from Margery as he did so.

"Yes, she decided it was time she took a more active role in my life. Speaking of that though, I heard you met with my grandmother earlier today." Margery said, her lips curving upwards, making her beauty shine through more than ever. "She was very impressed with you."

"Hmm," Tytan hummed in response, before looking sideways at Margery, knowing as he did that this girl likely had a blow by blow account of the conversation, courtesy of her grandmother. "Yes, I just thought it would be good to get things out in the open, after all we are to be family aren't we?"

Margery pulled herself closer to Tytan as she heard that, her smile widening. "Yes, yes we are."

( - )

(In the courtyard of the Red Keep, a few days later)

"My King." Robb Stark said with a low bow to Tytan, as he turned away from the hundred or so mounted men at arms and archers, and the half dozen packed wagons that made up his column, a column that would soon be heading north, away from the capital city and instead back to Winterfell. The teenage Lord Stark instead turning to look at Tytan, who with several dozen of his own guards and a small host of other courtiers had come out to see Robb off.

"Come on Robb, call me Tytan." Tytan replied easily as he stepped forward, the golden, antlered crown on his head gleaming in the morning sun light as he did so.

"Then Tytan." Robb replied with an amiable nod, and a slight smile.

"Are you sure you want to be heading off so soon, it's only been a couple of weeks since you arrived." Tytan said, his smile widening slightly as he met the younger man's blue eyed gaze, noting as he did so that there was no resentment in them, nor anger, but instead a hint of warmth.

Robb shook his head as he heard that, a slight sigh leaving his mouth as he then turned to look back at his column, his blue eyes locking on his two sisters, Arya and Sansa, both of whom were in the back of one of the wagons, sat with their Septa, the both of them all packed up and ready to go home, home to their very worried mother.

Not that the two of them were all that keen on the idea, after all apart from the trouble with their father, they had had a mostly pleasant stay at King's Landing. Sansa had managed to socialise with the other noble girls of the court her age, something she didn't get the chance to do at Winterfell. Arya meanwhile had found a dancing teacher, or rather Ned had found her a Bravosi sword master to teach her the basics of the sword fighting style known as Water Dancing, something she wouldn't be able to do in Winterfell, especially not when under the ever watchful eye of her mother.

In fact neither of the two girls were currently speaking to Robb, after all, despite the unpleasantness of what happened to their father, they had still been treated well, what with the revelation of Baelish and Varys's manipulations coming to light, redeeming at least some of their father, and House Stark's honour.

Still he also knew that they were missing their mother, and nor was he irresponsible enough to leave his younger sisters in a viper's nest like King's Landing by themselves, hence they were coming back home with him, whether they liked it or not.

Looking away from his sisters, Robb's gaze instead fell on his father, Ned Stark, who by this point was already mounted and already wearing a black cloak and clothing.

Of course his father was not coming to Winterfell with him, instead he was bound for much further up north, the Wall. Though the King had made allowances for Robb, in the fact that both Ned and a score of other prisoners/ recruits bound for the Wall would be joining his column up north. A kind gesture from the King that was meant to allow Robb and his sisters to say a proper goodbye to their father, and spend a bit more time with him before he left them.

Robb sighed again at that thought, before he turned back to Tytan, his mouth set in a firm line. "No, I think my time in King's Landing has come to an end. It is time for me to go home, as the new Lord I have a lot of responsibilities to take care of."

Tytan nodded understandingly at that before he took another step forwards and extended his hand. "Well, it was good to see you again Robb, despite the circumstances."

"You too Tytan, I am happy to call you one of my friends." Robb nodded, genuine in his response as he did like Tytan. He was angry over what happened to his father, very much so, but he didn't blame Tytan for that, no he instead blame Baelish, Pycelle and Varys, the three conspirators that manipulated his father all so they could stage a coup and seize power.

Suffice to say he had watched on gladly when the eunuch, Varys, the last of the traitors had been beheaded. The plump, pale skinned man showing at least a shred of honour before his death, when he didn't cry out for mercy, or deny his sins, with him instead solemnly and silently placing his head on the executions block, stoically waiting for the axe to fall, and his life to end.

Still, despite this the traitors work was done and now Robb was the new Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell, two hefty titles that came with a lot of responsibility. On top of that with his father now going to the Wall to live out the rest of his life as one of the sworn brothers, alongside his bastardy son, Jon, Robb now had to look after his mother and siblings, all of whom would likely miss the comforting and solid presence their father and husband gave off.

Clasping hands with Tytan in a firm handshake, Robb's blue eyes flickered upwards and locked with Tytan's intense green eyes. "The North remains yours my King, from this day till the end of days."

Tytan nodded at that, before he smiled. "Thank you Robb, I appreciate your loyalty and that of the North, know that I will respond in kind. Plus, despite the marriage between Joffrey and Sansa falling through, what with him taking on the name Lannister and going to Casterly Rock, I would still like to join our families together. My father was at least right about that much."

Robb cocked his head to one side at that curiously. "And there I was thinking that you were to marry Margery Tyrell."

"That I am." Tytan nodded easily, before he smiled slightly. "But I have a sister, and you're not wed yet."

Robb's lips twitched upwards in amusement at Tytan's not so subtle implication, before he rolled his eyes. "Are you trying to match me with your sister?"

"It's a possibility, one which, so long the two of you were happy, I wouldn't be against." Tytan replied with a shrug, knowing as he did that his sister, although young, did have a crush on Robb, and also that they would only be married when she was of age. "Just think it over as a possibility."

Robb nodded at that, before moments later the two broke apart.

"Have a good journey north Robb, and try not to miss me too much." Tytan then said as Robb turned and around and mounted his horse.

Robb nodded at that. "Rule well King Tytan."

( - )

AN: So that's the chapter, what do you all think? I hope you enjoyed it. There were a few interesting things happening, what with an interesting meeting between Percy and Leaf and the realisation that magic is returning to the land. And like I said before I have decided to take a different path in regards to the magical creatures and beings in the Ice and Fire verse, as I feel there is a lot of scope to play around with their origins and to develop them. Which will apply to both White Walkers, Children of the Forest, the Gods and many more.

That being said I am also still interested in the human aspect of the story, the interactions and the relationships and the balance of power as Percy tries to become a true King, whilst also helping his people how he can. Taking into account the issues that revolve around societies advancing too quickly, and what the spread of education among the masses leads to in regards to aristocracy.

On top of that we have other people planning mischief as Dorne is now entering the story, with Lysa and the Vale getting more development next chapter, even as Stannis and Daenerys, as well as the White Walkers have their own plots and plans and what not. Just thinking about it is giving me a headache, and I've got to write it.

On another note someone managed to catch onto the names I give the character I added in, and the implications said names have. So well done for that, though I am a bit disappointed that no one has worked out my reason behind one of the names yet.

Either way I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I really enjoyed writing it. On top of that for those who expressed interest in my North of the Wall Percy Jackson story, two tester chapters have now been published under the title 'the Frozen Throne', so if you've got time please do give it ago, I'd love to hear what you think.

So yeah other than that please review and continue to support the story. Thanks for reading and I'll see you later.

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