[Note: This chapter used to contain sexual content, but due to guidelines has been removed.]
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(Erlend POV, Riverrun)
Erlend had a headache, one that had been plaguing him since he received word of the bloody mountain clans rising, again… As he sat within the solar provided to him by Catelyn, he pondered his next moves.
What made it worse is they did so when his Aunt had decided to see for herself her newly adopted daughter. Somehow those savages found out about her intentions and attempted to capture her, to send a message to me and the rest of the Lords of the Vale.
If it wasn't for Ser Nestor and the Knight of the Vale, his aunt would've been captured, and her entourage slaughtered, with her and the handmaidens likely facing a fate worse than death.
Thankfully the savage raiders were either all killed or captured by the Knights, allowing Nestor to gather some information on the plot, with Aunt Dalia and her entourage safe within the heavily fortified seat that was the Gates of the Moon.
It was for this reason particularly that he hadn't sent ravens to his Uncle informing him about what occurred, Old Man knows he would've likely done something stupid and gotten himself killed in the process.
Now that word reached him of his Uncle reaching the Gates of the Moon, and that the Crownlands were now fully subdued. He could turn his and the Banner's attention to those goat fuckers, for no one tries to lay a hand on his family. They would rue the day they tried to harm his family.
As for the rest of the realm, the Tyrells were in the middle of a Civil War with the Florents and the northern Reachmen. The Marcher Lords and Shield Isles have chosen to remain neutral.
The North was in tense peace as Erlend's revelation of Lyanna's actions had thrown any momentum that would've seen Benjen named King out of the window. Though he still carried a lot of authority thanks to the block of power that he'd married into. Erlend wondered what face Roose would make if he heard about this in whatever hell he ended up in.
The Stormlands had thrown a slight hissy fit at the conquest of the Riverlands but had largely chosen to remain silent, as Stannis, the Swanns and the Marcher Lords refused to hear of any warring. For one they hated the reach far more due to the devastation their occupation of the Stormlands had caused and secondly, they were wary of Dorne.
Dorne was tense, still unaware of Elia and Rhaenys survival, and was gearing up for what appeared to be a civil war between Doran and Oberyn, the lack of an obvious target to point their hatred at, combined with Oberyn's popularity, made the situation quite volatile. Though it would take years of piled-up resentment to truly gather steam and he would be ready long before that to reveal Elia and Rhaenys survival.
The Westerlands would have faced a civil war, had it not lost a significant chunk of its fighting men to the burning of King's Landing. Hence, why the current situation has devolved into subtle power plays, as each faction either tried to gain control of Tyrion or directly oust him for the more naive Cersei. How the fuck a nearly grown-ass woman was more naive than her brat of a brother boggled his mind.
As for the Iron Islands, he frankly couldn't give two shits for them, they'll get their due eventually.
'A Lannister Always Pays his Debts but a Mudd Leaves no Stone Unturned'
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As he walked through the corridor that led to his chambers, he raised his eyebrows at the lack of Guards. While he wasn't worried about assassins, it would be a hassle to deal with them since he wanted to relax after a long day of dealing with paperwork.
The lack of the bodies though, quickly cleared any assumption that assassins were on and about. As while the Tully guards weren't the best, they were backed by his men and those bastards were a whole different story.
Once he opened the door to his bedchamber, greeting him was both a surprising yet welcoming sight, one that made him smile.
Lying on his bed was a beautiful woman, with fair skin pale as snow, long auburn hair that glistened with the torchlight, and azure blue eyes. Catelyn Tully had finally made her move, a seductive smile on her face as she beckoned him forth with her long fingers, wearing nothing more than brown furs that covered her nude form.
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(Lemon Redacted)