Cersei POV:

She took a swig of arbor red. As the taste flooded into her mouth the only thing she tasted was bitterness. Everything was bitter now. A lone tear ran its way down her cheek. Her child was dead, her firstborn, her golden prince. She watched from above as Tommen deflected blow after blow from Ser Meryn. His way of dealing with it I suppose… Myrcella had cried too but only for a day, then she simply started to worry over the new King of Westeros concerned her favorite brother may meet the same fate.

More enemies were showing themselves every day, the Tyrell harlot was digging her thorns into Tommen. Stannis had called Tommen, Joffrey, and Myrcella bastards and proclaimed himself the rightful King. The Northerners were fighting the Lannisters in the Riverlands with a combined host of Riverlander and Northern forces numbering fifty thousand strong fighting the Lannisters who had amassed the same number of men.

Tommen had seemed paranoid over his mother's safety and ordered one of his Kingsguard to stay in her chambers while she slept. It did not make her feel any better to have eyes watching her at night it was disconcerting but she went along with it and assuaged her youngest son's worries.

The Kingsguard had failed two of their Kings over the course of a week. How long will Tommen last I wonder? Gold shall be their crowns and gold their shrouds... She had wanted Ser Barristan to be forced out of the Kingsuard but Tommen outright rebuked the proposal and called it a witless folly. He said that Ser Barristan was a symbol of stability among the people and the best sword in Westeros. He said that Robert was to blame for his own death and Joffrey was a death that could have not been prevented unless a Kingsguard was in the room.

It was a conspiracy against her and her family. Joffrey and Varys dead on the same day. Joffrey had taken an arrow to the neck while the Eunuch's rooms caught fire with him inside. Everyone knew the Spider was in on the plot, how could he not be? Someone killed my son and I don't know who…

Cersei watched as Ser Meryn fell to the ground from a counter riposte from Tommen. He then walked over and started talking to some red-haired fat boy that he was insistent on training. Then he left the yard to do Kingly things. Tommen would be a good king, she knew, but he could never live up to Joffrey. Tommen could never hurt anyone not even a fly, she had seen his face as Robert was taking him on hunts, and she knew he didn't want to go by the glint in his eye. He doesn't have the mettle required to be King.

She took another swig of wine after smelling the vintage, as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath she wondered what had happened to her little shit of an imp brother. He was apparently last in the Vale where a trial by combat was held, after that, she wasn't sure. Hopefully, the monster that killed my mother is dead.

She reopened her eyes then turned around off the balcony and walked back to her chambers. As she sat in a silk chair she wondered how Sansa would react to this. She seemed to genuinely love the boy. She had been locked in her chambers since her plea to save Eddard's life, poor girl… Tommen had afforded her father better quarters in the Maidenvault, A showing of the boy king's softness. Eddard's confession to the people of Kings Landing which was supposed to happen on that day was postponed until Joff's funeral was over and done with.

Joffrey was too strong to fall in love with a girl while Tommen seemed to follow around his betrothed like a trained pup. The Tyrells would be a problem though she supposed she should only deal with one problem at a time. The people who plotted her son's death were still on the loose and she would have to bring them to justice.

Nobody knew of Joffrey's death except for those in the Red Keep, not even Tywin Lannister had yet been informed, he was in the Riverlands routing the Riverlords every which way. His death would be announced before the people of Kings Landing on the morrow. The bells would ring day and night for the five-day King. The King that could have been… That was to be his moniker. Robert's body was only buried a day prior to Joffrey's death and he would soon be joined by his 'son'.

She felt a void come onto her, she felt nothing, this was the worst thing to happen to her since her mother died and this time she didn't have her other half to comfort her.

She heard a muffled argument through the door as she refilled her wine goblet. Ser Boros audibly sighed in surrender before he spoke, "A Septa to see her Grace, she says it's urgent."

Cersei had talked to the High Septon over Joffrey's funeral, he would be buried on his name day thousands of tears would be shed for her boy by commoners and nobles alike. The King that could have been… "Send her in," Cersei ordered. The doors opened to reveal an old Septa her face wrinkled and pale. Her hair was covered by a headdress. Ser Boros walked in with her and stood between the Septa and the Queen in case this were an attempt at assassination.

"My Queen," She curtsied. "My master believes he knows who killed our Grace, King Joffrey."

"Your master?" Cersei inquired.

The old Septa smiled, "I am nothing more than a bird my Queen."

"Who killed my son?" Cersei asked not bothering to ask who her master was.

"It's a matter of who had the most to gain from your son's demise."

Tommen… A waste of time, I better have this Septa thrown in the black cells and her master lynched. "Are you saying my son was behind this?"

The Septa frowned, "No my Queen, the people who have the most to gain from your son's death are the Tyrells. It's no secret that the Lord Mace Tyrell seeks to have his daughter become Queen and his blood on the throne. The Tyrells worked with the Spider to get into your son's chambers then disposed of him when he was no longer of use and simply a loose end."

That smirking bitch from Highgarden and her old decrepit wench of a grandmother killed my son. It made sense, the Tyrells wanted their blood to supplant the Iron Throne but they also wanted the weaker and more pliable younger brother to give her the child so they could have more control.

I need to rally the Lannister swords in the capital… she realized. Yet the Tyrells had two hundred household guards while the Lannisters only had seventy with Jaime taking a hundred with him when he fled the capital. They would need to act quickly so that more of her kin didn't die due to Tyrell ambition.

"Ser Boros get me Janos Slynt immediately." Ser Boros left the room with haste as did the Septa. She took a swig of wine as she smiled for the first time in days. A tune played in her head as she imagined Tyrell heads adorning the Red Keep, 'And now the Reynes weep o'er his halls and not a soul to hear.' The destruction of House Tyrell would make for a nice song indeed.

Tommen POV:

After bathing Tommen dressed himself in a Lannister red tunic with a midnight blue overcoat. The brooch of the Lion placed at his neck. He wore black leather gloves and black leather boots along with black breeches. He did his best to make himself look presentable, he had felt guilty about killing the Eunuch but it had to be done. Varys had betrayed him before and was likely to do so again seeing as he committed both Kingslaying and Kinslaying in front of the man and while the Spider was good at keeping secrets he was equally good at telling them.

Tommen had mostly organized his cabinet but a Master of Whisperers would still have to be named. He had learned that Tywin had been named Hand and his mother Regent, Tywin as Hand was needed but Cersei as Regent less so. She had been Regent for Tommen before and she had failed time and time again. He had a different man in mind for the title of 'Protector of the Realm'.

He hoped that the dark circles that had seemed to envelope themselves around his eyes showed some sadness over the death of his brother and father though he felt nothing for them. The first man I ever killed was my brother… Tommen's tired look came from sleepless nights and hours of work of building an empire for himself.

He opened the door to his chambers where Ser Barristan and Ser Arys stood. He missed the presence of Ser Addam Hill and his unwavering smile but he was safeguarding Arya in a small town miles from Kings Landing. "Follow me," he ordered, "I have business outside of the Red Keep to attend to." When looking into Barristan the Bold's eyes he saw nothing more than a broken man, two Kings had died under his supervision in under a week. The two Kingsguard offered no reproach and swiftly followed the young King to the stables. Tommen saddled his horse as did Ser Barristan and Ser Arys and twenty men of the watch. They rode out of the Red Keep as they made their way through the city.

As they traveled down the Hook and into Fishmongerors Square a variety of scents reached Tommen's nose, smoke of burning ovens. Spices from the many merchants of Kings Landing. Different perfumes of different nobles and the foul smell of unwashed commoners. And of course the smell of shit from Fleabottom. Tommen's plans of renovating the sewage system in Kings Landing had been nearly completed all he needed now was gold and the ripe mind of an architect to see it through.

He dismounted in front of one of the larger buildings in Fishmongers Square and so did the two Kingsguard that followed his every move. He turned to look at the men of the watch and ordered them to remain outside while he handled business in the building. He looked at the building once more, one of the most beautifully designed in Kings Landing, it had many floors for many different appetites. It was his greatest accomplishment thus far and run by the man whom Tommen trusted most besides Ser Addam. He and the Kingsguard walked into the brothel and the scent of sex, candles, and perfume hit them like a wall. He noticed Ser Barristan visibly wince at the many smells. "How may we serve you, my Prince."

A slender woman asked, she had blue doe eyes and dark hair and her dimples showed when she smiled completing her beautiful look. She wore enough clothing to cover her slender frame but most of the gown was see-through. Tommen could not recall her name. His visits to these establishments were rare as he did not want to attract rumors being spread of him. Though he did not partake, whores did lie and it was a hell of a boast to sleep with a prince. Mainly though he did not want the wrong ears to get the wrong impression of him. Many people Tommen knew visited these brothels, he had been told so as the unofficial owner of these many establishments. People like Robert Baratheon and Grandmaester Pycelle often ordered his whores to come to the Red Keep. Even his Uncle Tyrion had visited this establishment many times during his stay in Kings Landing. The building had pristine marble floors and fine vintages to enjoy while indulging in desire. It had silk sheets and many tapestries covering the blue walls. On the ceiling art of angels having orgies was a wonder to look at as you were being pinned down. He did not find it welcoming but Tommen was a queer personality in Westeros and did not enjoy the company of whores like others.

"This is the-" Ser Arys was interrupted by the King raising his hand in a way that ordered silence.

"I'm here to see Corlan," Tommen said, "Is he busy?"

"No, my Prince he is in his office."

"Very well," Tommen said, he began making his way up the many flights of stairs and passed many rooms where certain persons were having their desires fulfilled. One man was hungrily lapping up Dornish off a woman's tits. "A shame such a fine vintage was wasted…" Tommen thought out loud.

After walking up several flights of stairs and trying to ignore the scenes going on in the rooms with privacy afforded to some and others less so. He did his best to ignore the shrill moans that came as he passed room after room. He finally made it to Corlans solar where one man stood guard, Tommen could not remember the name of the man standing guard though the man's face lit up when he saw the King. "Prince Tommen is here to see you." He announced while opening the door.

He gestured for the two Kingsgaurds to stay behind while he made his way into Corlan's office. Corlans solar was the only place that Tommen thought smelled good in the brothel as it was the only place in the brothel that didn't reek of sex. It smelled of only the fresh air that breezed through the windows along with the many sweet-smelling candles that suppressed any of the foul-smelling elements that may have found their way into the room.

The man was standing expectantly in the middle of his solar, and looking resplendent as always. He was wearing a blue doublet with red silks draped across his chest pinned by a hedgehog. The sigil of his impoverished House, Corlan had told him. He was the third son of a minor House in the Riverlands and as such became a merchant in Kings Landing. His pale complexion and plump cheeks were rosy red and his eyes a piercing blue. His fat fingers wore at least a dozen golden rings as they were clasped together over his groin. Under his large stomach, he had a belt of gilded steel, the man was one of fashion.

"My Prince it's been too long," He started.

"Indeed it has Corlan, but I'm your King now. A title that I prefer more to Prince."

"King?" He paused for a moment before the realization came to him, "I'm sorry for the loss of your brother your Grace, it's a shame that son followed father so soon."

"Yes, yes, it's a shame. The bells will ring tomorrow mourning the King's passing and I will be crowned in a fortnight."

"Not to be imposing my King but why are you here? Did that pig fucker Baelish buy Chatayas? Or let me guess do you finally want to partake in this wonderful establishment."

"No," Tommen answered. His voice carried an amused tone. "I have a Hand, I have a Queen, I have a council besides, well, the Master of Whisperers but his void position will soon be filled. I don't however have a Regent or soon won't and I cannot think of a better nor more loyal man than you to take up the title of Protector of the Realm."

"Protector of the Realm?" Corlan's look took a bemused one as he began to run his fingers through his black and white beard. "Forgive me your Grace but I run brothels, not Kingdoms."

"I know," Tommen replied taking a few steps towards Corlan, "You will be Protector of the Realm until I am of age, every decision, every power, will be run through me. I'll be Protector of the Realm in all but name. Your services will be rewarded of course. Let's say granting you lands in the Riverlands. That will give you riches you've never dreamed of, and Houses practically run themselves once you have a wife by your side and an heir to supplant."

"That sounds… profitable. Though I doubt the Council or really any Lord in Westeros would like a poor old brothel keep being named Regent of the Seven Kingdoms and close advisor to the King."

"They won't, not until you're a Lord like them. It's traditional for the Council to choose the Regent but I do have their loyalties assured. Though I do not particularly care for the opinions of the sycophants and bootlickers."

Corlan shrugged, "I'm a bootlicker too you know?"

"Yes." Tommen laughed, "But you're my own personal lickspittle and to ensure your safety you shall be afforded food tasters, guards, and your own personal cooks along with fresh vintages."

"Very well I accept your Grace… care for a drink?"

After enjoying the company of Corlan for a while duties called him back to the Keep. They were riding back up the Hook the men of the watch parting the way across the busy and crowding streets of Kings Landing. They finally made it back inside the walls of the Keep when Tommen noticed an odd absence of people wondering about. Ser Arys asked a question when his curiosity got the best of him. "My King, if I may ask why were you talking to that brothel keep?"

Ser Arys was a dutiful man and his honor and loyalty were unquestionable but his personality was naturally curious. Tommen did not mind the questions and so he answered truthfully, "Why, I named him my Regent."

Ser Barristan snapped his head around an unbelieving and shocked expression on his face and was about to speak when they heard the screams.

Loras POV:

The painted halls of the Red Keep were now red with blood. It was chaos, Lannisters and gold cloaks alike were attacking the Tyrells and Baratheons. As to who gave the order he was unsure, Ser Meryn Trant and Ser Boros Blount led the charge against the Reachmen while Ser Mandon Moore and Ser Preston Greenfield defended the Reachmen and their future Queen. Margaery and Olenna were locked in the Tyrell apartments with a number of men and an army of handmaidens.

Cries of 'Casterly Rock! For King Joffrey! The Old Lion! For the City Watch! Highgarden! Queen Margaery! Queen Cersei! King Tommen! Ours is the Fury! Hear me Roar! Were heard throughout the time they had been fighting only to be replaced by sounds of bloodcurdling screams the sounds of steel blades clanging against one another and the sounds of limbs being hacked off.

He began to pant as his strength began to leave him, his body only carried by the adrenaline and bloodlust that ran through him.

His sword pierced the armor of a Citywatchman while he ducked his head to avoid the swing of a Lannister man at arms. He retracted the blade from the Gold Cloaks gut as the man fell, blood spilling through the gaps of his armor and mixtures of blood and saliva spilling over the corners of his mouth. He then brought up his sword to decapitate the Lannister man who was too slow in bringing his sword back around. The smell of piss, blood, sweat, and death filled the air as Stormlanders and Reachmen fought against Westerlanders and Gold Cloaks.

Sandor Clegane had forgotten his oaths to House Lannister and helped the Stormlanders and Reachmen in cutting down as many Westerlanders as possible. Ser Ilyn the King's justice was already dead; killed by the Hound himself after the Hound dealt a counter riposte killing the tongueless knight.

He watched as Renly plunged his sword deep into Lancel Lannister's neck through a gap between his helmet and golden gorget the Lannister's eyes flared in shock and fear before realizing he had died and as Renly withdrew his sword from Lancel's neck his body fell lifelessly to the ground.

Ser Balon a gallant warrior from the Stormlands must have killed a dozen men proving his mettle as a warrior and willingness to defend House Tyrell.

After a brief exchange, Ser Mandon disarmed Ser Meryn quite literally as the man fell to the ground screaming in agony, only to be finished off by a swift strike from Ser Mandon to the neck killing the knight. Ser Boros was already dead killed by Loras himself after making slow and clumsy strikes against the Knight of Flowers, truly unworthy of his white cloak…

They were making good headway in killing the Lannisters and Gold Cloaks alike but there were simply too many and it was clear they were going to be overwhelmed sooner or later. The Baratheon soldiers proved themselves to be true warriors in killing twice as many as they lost while the Reachmen were neck and neck with the Lannisters in terms of skill.

Loras' sword arm was beginning to tire as he cut another man down and another after him. The crowded halls of the Red Keep were slick with blood forcing every man to watch their step as bodies continued to pile on top of one another. More often than not men lost their footing and slipped on blood never to rise again. He felt a throbbing pain in his thigh but he ignored it as the pain was barely noticeable and likely just a graze wound.

A good distance away he spotted Janos Slynt the man was standing behind a Gold Cloak a clear sign of worry and cowardice on his face the man's armor was unscathed and unbloodied when compared to Loras' leather vest.

Loras began his charge at the man cutting down soldier after soldier as bloodlust and hate filled his veins, the coward would not escape this fight with his life. He stabbed a Gold Cloak in the side and the man fell to the ground screaming in agony Loras did not finish him off as he continued his rush for the Commander of the City Watch.

Janos noticed Ser Loras and the man visibly panicked as he raised his sword. The man's strikes and parries were clumsy and his skills not well honed and it wasn't long before the cowardly commander of the City Watch too joined his fellow gold cloaks in death.

Loras deflected several blows from the Commander of the Lannister household guard a man named Liram Drox a minor House in the Westerlands and second son to the Lord. He was a large man and his strikes were taxing to block. He felt a sudden and sharp pain in his thigh as Ser Liram brought his sword down upon it. Loras fell to his knees as he saw the King with two Kingsguard trailing behind him. His face was rigid and red with fury and his voice cut through the sounds of men dying and steel clashing but it didn't stop Ser Liram as he-