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Five suns Before, Casterly Rock
Tywin Lannister observed the young man before him as he entered his study. A boy who, reached his ten-five nameday, already has many speaking about him and rumours across the Seven Kingdoms.
A boy who was disgraced by his father, the king, has nothing to his name, started with nothing but cleaning the filth that is King's Landings, amassed a following, gained potential allies and created a place for those in this following. Creating his own sigil and in the first makings of an army standing behind him.
His first-born grandson.
Mychal Baratheon, Leader of the Decepticons
Not that he could tell the boy was actually his grandson, for he had few traits of his Lannister blood, more favouring his father, Robert, with his black hair, the height and fitness, which are impressive for a young man, but what's new is his red eyes. Something no Lannister or Barartheon have, maybe Targaryen but they have more purple or violet eyes. Those eyes are unique only to Mychal.
"Lord Tywin Lannister" Mychal greeted, nodding his head, Tywin raised an eyebrow but ignored it.
"It has come to my attention that you were recently made commitments with a citadel and a few houses," Tywin replied after a moment, referring to this Decepticons Institute,
"That I have" Mychal said simply, not saying much of it to Tywin. Originally was here to talk with a few lords in the Westerlands but Lord Kevan told him Tywin wanted to meet him.
This is literally the first time Mychal meets his grandfather.
Tywin looks deep into his grandson's eyes as they stare right at each other, normally lords and even his family cower and break in the silence of his presence but Mychal doesn't seem to bother by it.
"Why are you interested in the common folk?" Tywin asked, having heard Mychal spends more time with lowly beggars than nobles.
"They do more when you value them, I help them and they help me, their concerns are my concerns" Mychal said to him to Tywin frown.
"The lion does not concern himself with the opinions of the sheep," Tywin said, a lesson his grandson should learn.
"You're not a lion, you're a man like everyone else" Mychal said, as Tywin narrows his eyes at him, giving Mychal a glare but Mychal doesn't stand down.
Tywin's authority and power always keep others down to him, even lords and kings haven't ever said the slightest word to him. His own family always takes his word as law.
And yet his grandson stands up to him, without flinching, Tywin not sure whether he should be proud or irrigated.
"You are of royal blood, like it or not. Nobles do not mingle with those of lower birth" Tywin said, getting facts about Nobles and commoners.
"Royal blood means nothing, the Lannister's were kings once too, and the only reason they nobles is because one common man outsmarted nobles" Mychal said, taking to history of Lann the Clever, a hero who swindle Casterly Rock from its previous rulers.
"He has more than strength, if this was a public court, he would have just earned accolades from getting one over me. Strong willed, and hides his fear well" Tywin thought, staring at his grandson.
"Do you know why I asked you here, Prince Mychal?" Tywin asked him
"No"
"I desired to know if some of the stories I have heard about you have any truth in them. Some are rather far fetched," Tywin example some of the rumours
"You built and created the Decepticons, and I hear you're training them?" Tywin asked if these rumours are true.
"I started the movement, slowly gaining others to follow, quite a few of them were ex-soldiers that survived previous wars and battles. Training and forming the Decepticons couldn't have happened without their help" Mychal explained,
"But you started it, without you it wouldn't have been created" Tywin remarks.
"Learn to accept the credit you have earned when people grant it to you. It presents many opportunities" Tywin advises,
"Claiming the credit of others will lead to the consequences of said credit" Mychal argues back, not taking credit for the work of others.
"Tell me, then: why did you create these 'Decepticons', if not for your own gain or for some fame? A chance to become heir to the throne" Tywin asked, having heard Robert making it impossible for Mychal to inherit the throne without causing a war, an excuse for the king to kill his son Tywin figures.
Why Robert hates his first born he will never know, Tywin thought watching his grandson.
"He can keep his thrones, I care not for it." Mychal growls to him, Tywin barely flinches.
"I created it for the people, not for my own" Mychal answers without hesitation.
"You don't want the throne? Only doing something noble for the sake of it?" Tywin asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not for the sake of it, but for those that are trapped in this system of greed and corruption, nobles have their plots and games. Lowborn as you call them have next to nothing, it is easy for Nobles to fall but impossible for anyone to rise" Mychal declared to him.
"It takes a man and woman to come together and make the world a better place for all" Mychal said to him.
"This is about chivalry and honor, then I advise you to rid yourself of it" Tywin counters Mychal, seeing Mychal group about going for chivalry and honor.
"Chivalry is just some stupid idea that men created to try and help themselves sleep better during the night. One cannot rely on it if they wish to improve their respect and prestige." Tywin continues,
"Then, do you have problems sleeping at night, Lord Lannister?" Mychal asked him,
"I sleep well because of what I have gained for the Lannisters. I have gained both prestige and power for the family. The family's name will live on, and I will see that it gain whatever is needed for its name to live on and be remembered," Tywin declared,
"The Lannisters are the richest house and the second most powerful in the Seven Kingdoms, and yet that's not enough for you?" Mychal asked, as he leaned forward to stare into his eyes.
"You do so much for your family and yet it is not enough, I have done things not of my own gain and have accomplished more for others than a single family" Mychal said.
"You wish to create a family name that lives on, a legacy, yet it is limited by you, while I created an organisation that helps everyone for the better, a legacy that's beyond me…. So tell, Lord Tywin Lannister, Why is my legacy larger then yours?" Mychal looks Tywin dead in the eye.
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When Kevan entered the study, he was surprised to see his eldest brother staring out of a window.
"Did you ask for me, Tywin?" Kevan asked him,
"Tell me, Kevan. What's your impression of my grandson?" Tywin asked, not looking at him.
Kevan blinked. Not just at his brother's question, not that surprising by itself but more at the fact that he had referred to Mychal as his grandson. It was the first time he used that title to refer to Cersei's children, all of whom he had always called by their names.
Until now, it seemed.
"Well... the young man is strong and leaves an impression….but more cunning than he lets on" Kevan answered as he reflected on it.
"I agree," Tywin replied, walking to his desk and lifting up a sealed letter, which he handed to his brother.
"Tomorrow, Mychal is returning to King's Landing. I want you to send this letter to the King." Tywin explains to him, Kevan looks at the letter.
"May I ask what's in it?" Kevan said, looking at the Lannister sigil.
"A request to have Prince Mychal foster here in Casterly Rock." Tywin said Kevan started with a quizzing look at his brother for a moment, before his eyes widened in realisation.
"Do you intend to make Prince Mychal heir to Casterly Rock?" Kevan said,
"Only if he proves himself. He has great potential, but requires proper guidance to be a lord surpassing his standing, here, he will be groomed into a proper lord, and his potential will not be squandered. If he shows himself capable, then I will name him my heir in time" Tywin said, but Kevan looked unsure about it.
"Are you sure Tywin? The King won't like this and Cersei herself never spoke highly of the prince" Kevan said, knowing of Robert's disdain for his first born with Cersei herself not being too happy about her son as well. Kevan doesn't know why though, sure Mychal is defiant but he seems to be a smart young lad making his way.
"They both will have to deal with it, in the laws of men, I can name whoever I see fit to be my heir, now go" Tywin orders his brother, Kevan nodded and left, leaving Tywin to resume staring out of the window, reflecting on what he was doing.
'My grandson has the intelligence and cunning of the lion, and with clear signs of a stag's fury and determination. An ideal combination for a Lord Lannister. He has created these 'Decepticons' , earned the loyalty of the smarter maester in generations and even has some of the lords wearing this own 'sigil'. Perhaps I have finally been granted the heir I have sought for so long.' Tywin thoughts as he looks down at the Decepticon sigil drawn in paper in his hand.
Unfortunately for his ambitions, it was soon after that he received a message from his brother, who told him both the King and Mychal refused his offer.
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Present Day, Lannister Camp
Tywin stopped his reflections about past events and lost chances as his first son Jaime read the message sent to him from the capital.
"An investigation of the accusations against your bannerman, Ser Gregor Clegane, is currently underway. Should these accusations be found true, then you, Lord Tywin Lannister must come to King's Landing and explain the actions of your bannerman. Should you make no attempt to clear your name, you will be declared enemy of the Crown," Jaime reads before glancing up at his father.
"Poor Ned Stark. Brave man, terrible judgement." Jaime mocks the Northern lord.
"Attacking him was stupid. Lannisters do not act like fools," Tywin replied as he continued his task of gutting and skinning a deer, an action Jaime, for some reason, found he could speak, though, Tywin continued.
"Are you going to say something clever? Go on, say something clever." Tywin remarked,
"Catelyn Stark took my brother," Jaime explained.
"Why is he still alive?" Tywin questioned.
"Tyrion?" Jamie asked.
"Ned Stark." Tywin confirmed.
"The Decepticons show up, interfering" Jaime answered.
"You have grown soft. Being a glorified bodyguard has dulled your skills," Tywin stated, annoyed.
"On the other hand, Mychal Decepticon's train daily and becomes a capable fighting force while everyone else only hires their services" Tywin notes, having heard of Mychal's Decepticon rangers and warriors going out of the seven kingdoms catching bandits and others.
"Unfortunately... My grandson seems to be the one who attracts quality to the banner. I suppose I should be grateful for their interference. I'm giving you half of our forces to remind Catelyn Stark that Lannisters always pay their debts." Tywin said, going to remind Catelyn why you don't pull the lion's tail.
"I didn't realise that you placed such a high value on my brother's life," Jaime noted with sarcasm. Tywin's hate for Tyrion almost matches Robert's hate for Mychal.
"He's a Lannister! He may be the lowest of the Lannisters, but he's one of us," Tywin replied, more concerned for family pride than anything.
"Every day he remains a prisoner, the less our name commands respect." Tywin states.
"So, you are concerned about the opinions of the sheep." Jaime retorts the same speech about the opinion of those lesser than them to his father.
"It's not an opinion, it is fact!" Tywin stated as he faced his son.
"If another house captures and holds one of our own, then we are no longer a house to be feared. Your mother's dead, and soon I'll be dead as well. You, your brother, your sister and her children will be dead and buried in the ground eventually. But the family name lives on. Not your personal glory or feats but legacy. You're gifted with skills that very few men have, and what have you done with them? Been a glorified bodyguard to two kings, one a madman the other a drunk." Tywin lectures his son.
Jaime remained silent for several moments before slowly nodding at his father's words. Tywin wiped his hands clean of all the blood that had accumulated on them.
"The next few months will determine the future of our family. We can establish a dynasty that will last for a thousand years, or collapse into nothing, as the Targaryens did. And since your nephew refused the opportunity to become my heir, I need you to become the man you were always meant to be. Not next year, nor tomorrow. Now." Tywin said to his son, wanting him to be a man for him now.
Tywin and his men assemble their forces and prepare to march, not knowing few soldiers hiding a Decepticon symbol in their person, knowing what is going to happen and will do what they can for their fellow Decepticons.
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Red Keep, Gardens
Ned sat in a small part of the gardens in the Red Keep, still in shock about what he had just discovered and realised on his own. Mychal was Robert's only trueborn son, and the rightful heir to the throne.
Earlier, he had seen him with his siblings Myrcella and Tommen, well half siblings now, Ned should have noticed the differences between them when you look at it.
How could he tell him? How was he supposed to tell Mychal that his siblings had been born out of the incestuous relation between his mother and her brother? Ned was not certain how to approach this matter, much less consider how to tell Robert given his relationship with his family.
Jon Arryn had discovered the truth and he had died for it. Ned thought to himself, did he feel the same apprehension as Ned felt now? Did he hesitate to tell Mychal, and instead tried to tell Robert, before he so mysteriously died? Ned knew not, but what he did know was that it was his duty to ensure Mychal inherited the Crown and the Iron Throne. Not just because it is Mychal birthright, but because Ned could see Mychal would be a great king.
"You look troubled, Lord Stark." A voice called him out of his thoughts, Ned raised his head to look at the Queen, whom he had asked to meet in the gardens in private. He stood up to meet her face to face.
"Perhaps it is time for you to go home," Cersei continued in what was clearly a false concern tone. "The south certainly doesn't seem to agree with you,"
"I know the truth of what Jon Arryn died for. I know the truth about your children." Ned confronted,
"Do you, Lord Stark?" Cersei asked, not looking worried at all.
"Has Robert really treated you so poorly?" Ned asked, looking at the bruises on Cersei's cheek, she shook it off.
"Jaime would have killed him, if he could. My brother is worth a thousand of your friend." Cersei said about her brother.
"Your brother... or your lover?" Ned asked, Cersei smiles at him,
"Targaryens wed brothers and sisters for three hundred years, to keep their bloodlines pure. Jaime and I are more than siblings: we came into this world together, we belong to each other." Cersei said, her love of her brother knows no bounds in her mind.
"My son saw you with him." Eddard asked, realising something else.
Cersei stared back for a moment, pitying the child: he had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, hardly his fault,
"Do you love your children?" she asked.
"With all my heart." Ned speaks the truth.
"No more than I love mine." Cersei counters
"And all of them, except Mychal, are Jaime's," he countered,
"Is that why you hate Mychal, for being Roberts?" Ned asked her, as she looked down.
"No, it was at first but not anymore" Cersei said looking at Ned, to his confusion.
"Why would you hate him, why not want him to sit on the throne? The only reason I can think of is... Robert. You've always hated him." Eddard thought.
"Hated him? I worshipped him," she spoke with narrowed eyes. "Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms wanted him, but he was mine by oath. When I saw him at our wedding, it was the happiest day of my life. But that night, he crawled into our bed, drunk, and whispered 'Lyanna'." Cersei spoke with contempt.
Eddard's face fell slightly at the mention of his sister, while Cersei continued to speak with a hint of resentment in her voice.
"Your sister was a corpse, I was a living girl, and he loved her more than me. So I made a vow that I would never bear any of his children. He had denied me what I wanted so I denied him what he wanted." Cersei sworn,
"And yet, you gave birth to Mychal despite that." Ned pointed out,
"Mychal... was an accident," she replied. "I took every precaution in order to prevent it, but in spite of it all I did give birth to him. He may be Robert's son but he is also my mine" Cersei closed her eyes at that image of her first born when he was young.
"Then, why not accept him on the Throne?" Ned asked her,
"He was so different, he developed so fast, so smart, he was independent before Robert even noticed his eyes, eyes that remind him of his hate for Targaryens, despite what he did, Mychal never backed down, only rose higher. Never looked at me with love non seek my comfort, I always see him as my son but I can't help but see him as a different man all together" Cersei said to him honestly, Mychal was her son but he never saw her as a mother, as he grow older the further he stay away from her, Mychal grow up to be a stranger to Cersei.
"When Robert returns, I am going to tell him the truth; you must be gone, along with your other children. Go as far away as you can, with as many men as possible, because wherever you go, Robert's wrath will follow." Eddard slowly replied.
"And what of my wrath, Lord Stark? You should have taken the Realm for yourself. Jaime told me what happened the day King's Landing fell. He was sitting on the Iron Throne, and you made him get up. All you had to do was to climb the step yourself and sit. Such a sad mistake..." Cersei comments.
"I have made many mistakes in my life, but that was not one of them," Ned replied.
"Oh, but it was. When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die. There is no middle ground," she said before she turned and walked out of the garden, with Ned staring back at her.
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Ned was walking through the Red Keep when he heard the sound of running.
"NED!" Ned heard and turned to see Renly. Renly seemed to be in a state of frenzy, his clothes were messy, he was breathing heavily and he had blood over his shirt and hands.
"It's Robert! We were hunting…a boar…" Renly managed to say before he ran back to Robert's room and Ned followed him.
"I should've spent more time with you" Robert confessed to his son, "Show you how to be a man. I never meant to be a father"
"Go on, you don't want to see this" Robert told his Joffrey.
Ned entered Robert's chambers and saw him in bed with a really bad gash across his chest from the boar. Ned walked in as Joffrey walked out. Ned saw Queen Cersei, Renly, Ser Barristan, Grand Maester Pycelle and Maester Garth.
But no Mychal,
"My fault. Too much wine. Missed my thrust." Robert said as Ned walked over. He moved the bandages and saw the damage and the smell from the rotted flesh. Robert doesn't have long to live. It would take a miracle for him to survive.
"It stinks. Stinks like death, don't think I can't smell it. mhmh mhmh I paid the bastard back, Ned. I drove my knife right through his brain, asking them" Robert points at Renly and Barristan who both nod.
"You'll hold a feast and it'll be the biggest the kingdoms have ever seen. I want everyone to taste the boar that got me" Robert said, then looking at the others
"Leave us, the lot of you. I need Ned" Robert said, closing his eyes.
"Robert, my sweet—" Cersei started,
"Out, all of you!" Robert shouted as he coughed. Everyone then left the room, leaving just Ned and Robert.
"You damn fool." Ned said as he sat down in a chair.
"Quill and paper on the table. Write down what I say." Robert told him as Ned grabbed the parchment and got some ink.
"In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, first of…ugh, you know how it goes. Fill in the damn titles. I hereby command Eddard of the House Stark, titles, titles…to serve as lord Regent and protector of the realm upon my death. To rule in my stead until my son Joffrey comes of age." Robert told him and Ned wrote it all down but changed the last part to rightful heir come of age.
"Give it over." Robert said as Ned handed him the quill and Robert signed the letter. "Bring it to the council, after I'm dead. At least they'll say I did this right…this one thing now. You'll hate it worse than I did, but you'll do it well." Robert said as Ned looked at him.
"The girl Daenerys. You were right. Varys, Little Finger, my brother…worthless. Only you can tell me no. Let her live…stop it if it's not too late." Robert said to Ned
"I will" Ned said,
"My son….help him Ned….make him better than me" Robert begs him, as Ned looks a little uneasy but looks at his friend anyway.
"I'll…I'll do everything I can to honor your memory." Ned promised.
"My memory," Robert laughed weakly. "King Robert Baratheon, murdered by a pig." He gave a painful cough.
"Give me something for the pain and let me die." Robert said,
Quietly, Ned left the room and was greeted by the Small Council and Garth. Everyone but Littlefinger stood there. He looked at Maester Pycelle and Ser Barristan,
"Give him milk of the poppy" Ned said to Maester Pycelle nodded.
"Not yet" A voice stops Maester Pycelle as they all turn to see Mychal walking forward with a few of his guards.
"My prince your" Varys tries to say but Mychal doesn't look at him.
"Don't waste your breath, is he dying?" Mychal asked, just now hearing his father's death.
"Nephew you father" Renly tries to say but Mychal glares at him.
"Did he tell you not to inform me?" Mychal growls, scaring Renly before turning to Ned.
"I'm going in" Mychal said, expecting resistance from Ned but he nodded to Mychal raised eyebrow.
"He's in great pain, but you should talk this out while you still can," Ned said to Mychal, knowing something like this will affect Mychal negatively if he didn't see his father before his death.
Ned himself would have done anything to see his father before he died.
"Thank you" Mychal nods as he walks in the door with Garth following.
"Are you sure it is a good idea my lord, Mychal has a history with his father" Varys said, Ned nods.
"They both need to settle this once and for all, while they still have time" Ned said with Barristan nodding.
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Robert groans in pain as he tries to sleep, waiting for someone to put him out of his misery.
"Oddly you look better than you did before" Mychal called out, someone Robert didn't want to see in his last moment.
"I don't want my last moment to be seeing you" Robert growls seeing his first born.
"Seeing you like this doesn't change my opinion of you, but that doesn't matter now" Mychal said, not caring about the king's last moments.
"Before you die, I just want you to know the truth," Mychal said, taking a seat near him.
"What truth are you talking about ohhhha ohhhha bastard" Robert coughed while narrowing his eyes.
"That Joffrey Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon and Tommen Baratheon are not your children. They are a product of incest between Cersei and Jamie Lannister, your only trueborn son is me!" Mychal grinned at him, having known for some time and felt good to let it out.
Robert couldn't believe what he was hearing, looking angry at his son.
"Think Robert, Think! When was the last time you actually fucked you wife, when was the last time a Baratheon had blonde hair colour, not even there eye match only of the Lannister's" Mychal continues as Robert started to mumbled,
"I hope you're happy now, Robert. The only trueborn you ever had, you shunned him for something as petty as the colour of his eyes while your incestuous bitch fucked with her brother. Your heir is not your son! You just made a bastard your next king of Westeros! And if you haven't noticed, Joffrey is as mad as the Mad King himself! You fought a Mad King only to put another on the throne! You have doomed Westeros." Mychal said with glee as Robert mumbled incoherently as his heart started hurting Mychal continued with a smirk.
"But you're not dying yet, while Westeros burns to the ground from its ashes the Decepticons will rise" Mychal smiles in glee as Mychal looks to see Maester Garth and Maester Qyburn show up with a few Decepticons acolytes as they get to work on King Robert Baratheon.
All this happened while Robert cried and screamed, cursing Cersei for her betrayal. Cursing himself for dooming his family and all of Westeros.
And for hurting his own son.