149- Mad King.

~~~Third Person, Tenth Moon, 277 AC~~~

~~~Crownlands, King's Landing~~~

"Call out the bloody banners, I want every levy in this realm in front of the walls of Duskendale, let the bloody city burn, I want Lord Denys on his knees as he turns to ashes!"

Aerys paced back and forth in the council chamber, shouting profanities and threats about turning Lord Denys and all his direct and indirect family to ashes after being burned alive, at this point, the council members were unperturbed about the ways Aerys had thought of murdering Lord Denys.

"My king, this matter must be taken with utmost care. Not only has a lord risen in defiance, but he has taken a prince of the realm hostage. Furthermore, with the Greyjoy situation, the situation of the realm is in chaos," Pycelle was quick to speak. Knowing almost perfectly the general situation of the realm with its connection to the citadel, he was more aware than anyone of the trouble that lay ahead.

"The Greyjoy?" The mention of the Ironbones was enough to draw Aerys' attention back to earth, who asked in confusion about the squids, "What about them?"

"A raven came to me from Lannisport, Your Grace, the Greyjoy attacked my city with a fleet commanded by Euron Greyjoy," Tywin replied, it was clear that the attack on his city had angered him, but he controlled his features perfectly so as not to give anything away, "Euron Greyjoy is missing, on his ship the Silence they found only a crew entirely composed of men without tongues and a warlock of Qarth tied to the mast."

A multiple frown among almost all the members of the small council present, except Aerys, although the idea that magic or mysticism were no longer myths., as the Xandarian potions and Endoxes were proof of that, still mention it caused some reaction in the people, and hearing of a crew without tongues, and a sorcerer of Qarth, caused them to shift uncomfortably in their seats.

"When did this happen, what about the Xandarians? They had their fleet anchored in Lannisport, did something happen to them? We can't let relations with Xandar be spoiled by the actions of some damned pirates who don't know their place," Aerys at this point was more concerned that there was some trouble with Xandar than the fact that his son was being held captive.

"The Xandarian Royal Fleet is in perfect condition, it was not affected for any reason, the last letter I received said that the Fleet had left for Xandar, besides, not only Lannisport was attacked, Casterly Rock was breached."

That information was not known to the council members, and in near synchronicity, they turned to look at Tywin with surprised faces, to them, it was impossible to penetrate the defenses of Casterly Rock, because... Well, it had never been taken, and the only one that was known was done by Lann the Clever, who was said to have turned the Casterly against each other, and took over the fortress after making them kill each other.

But apart from that, Casterly Rock had never been taken, so, that the Greyjoy managed to enter the fortress and pose a problem, was a total surprise, "they entered through an exit from the sewers to the sea, a squire gave them guidance so they could enter without being discovered, but they could not take the fortress, they failed to open the Lion's Mouth, and... And the arrival of King Jaesyrian on top of his dragon stopped the feud."

"Hahaha!"

At this, Aerys laughed uncontrollably, reaching a point where he looked like a maniac, making this present feel nervous, "hahaha, Azrael Jaesyrian is out there in my land, flying on his dragon and stopping the troubles of my kingdom, hahaha."

Aerys suddenly stopped laughing, then in a fit of anger overturned the jugs of wine on the table, and even knocked over his chair, "Azrael is in my realm settling my affairs! While I cannot even keep my son safe, let alone my lords, one allows them to enter his stronghold and burn his fleet, while the others rise in rebellion against me," Aerys' gaze was unfocused, lost, as he stood at the head of the table, hands resting on it, his nails leaving marks in the wood.

"Your Grace, the important thing now is to divide the attention into two focal points, one is on rescuing Prince Rhaegar, and the other is on putting an end to this... Pointless Greyjoy rebellion," Tywin said as softly as he could, wanting not to get into a conflict right now with Aerys, especially now that he was going through one of his episodes.

"Yes... You're right," Aerys nodded, his head down and his gaze blank, "I want them dead, all of them, let them suffer, let them understand that they cannot face the Dragon, I want the Greyjoy destroyed, place someone else as lord of the Iron Islands if need be, but I want them dead, see if it is true that what is dead cannot die."

"Pycelle," the named one nearly jumped out of his chair as Aerys addressed him, "Yes, Your Grace?"

"Send ravens to all the kingdoms... No, not all, all but the Reach, tell them to call their banners, I want them in Lannisport as soon as possible, I want those damned barren islands underwater, and you, Tywin, see to getting my son safely out of Duskendale, kill anyone you see fit, drown anyone who won't drink water, choke anyone who won't breathe I don't care, but bring my son back alive."

Tywin clenched his jaw and nodded; "I will Your Grace, trust me."

"Oh, Rhaella, she, she's pregnant, she can't know about Rhaegar if she finds out...," Aerys said it almost in his whisper, but Tywin still heard it, which caused him to open his eyes and look at Aerys speechless, unable to accept what he had heard. Rhaella being pregnant changed things, changed things greatly, "Aerys, what you just said," Tywin said to his king, to his friend.

Aerys looked up and looked at Tywin in confusion, "What?" but before he could speak any further, a young squire entered the small council chamber in a hurry, his face sweaty and his chest heaving up and down from running. "Your Grace, My Lords, excuse me for barging in like this, but a raven has arrived...from Dorne."

"Bring here boy," Pycelle told him, and with a grimace snatched the letter from his hands, but before opening it, he turned to look at the boy, "What are you waiting for? Go away." The young man's eyes widened comically, and with a quick bow, he left.

The council members continued to talk about ways to go on with what was happening, as Pycelle read the letter, and each time he scrolled down further into the written words, his face transformed into surprise and shock. "My... My Lord Hand, you have to read this." The conversation stopped as Pycelle finished reading the letter, then handed it to Tywin with a trembling hand.

One of our ships sighted a shipwreck not far from the Stepstones. Burnt wood floated on the water, and several bodies were still drifting. Although no one could be recognized due to the rotting state of the bodies, the banner shows that it was an Arryn ship, most likely the one Lord Arryn was traveling on his way back to the Vale.

It is unknown if it was because of pirates, or to the Greyjoy, but we can assume that Lord Arryn is dead.

Doran Martell.

Lord of the Spear of the Sun. 

Tywin stood for several seconds rereading the letter. His mind was working a mile, thinking of the implications this would bring, the succession conflicts due to the fact that Lord Arryn had no sons, and the fact that it would quite possibly bring chaos to the Vale, especially in this time of chaos.

"What is it?" Aerys asked. He was calmer now, or maybe it was a mask, but what mattered was that he was no longer yelling about burning people. It's a letter from Dorne. Doran Martell sent it. A shipwreck was sighted near their shores. It's about Jon Arryn's ship. There are no survivors."

"Hahahahaha, what was missing," Aerys laughed unfunnily again, and this time, he did look like a mad king.