In the Lions Den

[King's Landing]

The Gate of the Gods opened and the 6000 mounted Lannister men, along with another 300 Mountain Clansmen. Loren watched the people look on in fear and anger, the last time so many red cloaks were inside of King's Landing, thousands of Targaryen men died along with several hundred innocent people that got caught in the fighting, he assumed they must still resent that day.

"Don't you smell the whore houses?, Take it all in my brother." His brother said in his usual touches of humor, he sighed and took a whiff of the cities smell and pinched his nose.

"I smell shit, and here I thought we were at the better part of the city." He retorted in sarcasm as they kept going. Sometime later they made it to the Red Keep and he raised his hand to stop. "Wilhelm, go and fetch the Lord Commander of the Watch, bring him to me. Tyrion, gather the Small Council, they are probably with Joffrey." He started doing what his father had assigned him.

He took the time and had the servants take his things to his chambers in the Tower of the Hand. It would a moment before Tyrion returned and said that the Small Council was already in session which aggravated him and assumed his sister must have been holding the sessions instead of the King or Hand, he and Tyrion walked to the council chambers and surprised most.

"Loren?, Tyrion?" His sister surprise died when she said Tyrion's name, "What are you doing here?" She asked once the shock wore off. Tyrion smirked and responded.

"No how are you?, We missed you too sweet sister." Cersei glared daggers at Tyrion and then at him and he rose an eyebrow in confusion, what'd he do?

"Father sent us to the capital with men to defend it." He said slowly and approached the seat that she was sitting in, "He named me Hand in his stead whilst dealing with Robb Stark in the field. As regent, you are most welcome into the meetings, along with the King, but do not presume to be the Hand." He added with the last part coming out sternly, "I brought 6000 men to defend but that won't be enough to repel our enemies, Pycelle." He called and the old man jumped to attention from sleep, his false personality is pathetic.

"Y- Yes, my Lord."

"Call the banners of the Crownlands, any who haven't become enemies. Have them gather and come here, Varys." He called next and the Master of Whispers stood straight and gave his attention. "Keep doing what you have been and bring me troop movements from Stannis and Renly, I am here to save us an would appreciate the cooperation, any insubordination will result in consequences. Dismissed." Once everyone besides him, Tyrion, and Cersei were gone the elder sibling stood to her feet and looked at him.

"You do not command here, I am regent!" She attempted to argue with him but he simply shook his head. Tyrion merely smirked and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Yes. You are regent, but the Hand outweighs your power. Maybe if you had been a brother and Jaime a woman then you might have had my place, aside from this I rule in fathers place and will guide my nephew in the aspects of a decent King since that's all that can be done." Cersei looked flabbergasted and didn't quite know what exactly to say back and before that would happen, he took his leave. Moments would come later when Tyrion tells him that Sansa is the only Stark they have and Arya is missing, it irked him but cooler heads win the day, he set the Spider into finding her while continuing with his other duties.

Janos Slynt was current commander of the city watch, he asked around about the man and most said he was a corrupt as the men and women they arrest. So he had the man stripped and sent the new Lord of Harrenhal to the Wall from a short and decisive trial that lasted an hour from only the many witnesses to his corruption, in his place he put his third in command, his cousin Damon and thought who better than a lion who knew his place and was more competent than most men within this entire city.

He had Wilhelm camp the men on Old Gate and started having the trees surrounding it cut down for siege weapons, trebuchets and ballista's other than two hundred of his most loyal to replace the men inside of the Red Keep to keep Cersei in line. It was noon when he was walking the halls and towards the throne room where he requested his nephew to meet him, its time to shape this boy to become the King the family requires him to be.

There he stood on the Iron Throne as he approached with a head held high and only took one last step before bowing his head once. "Your Grace." He began, "Thank you for meeting me." The boy enjoyed the attention by the gleam in his eye, he likes the power of king it seems.

"Of course, uncle. Why ask to see me today when it's my name-day?" the thirteen-year-old asked him and he cleared his throat before speaking.

"Nothing too important just a walk through history, do you remember who made the Iron Throne?" He asked and the child didn't wait to answer.

"Aegon the Conqueror, forged from a thousand swords." He smiled and nodded, at least he knew that.

"In the year 129, King Viserys died and left the opening of a civil war. Aegon and Rhaenyra fought with the literal fire and blood, with dragons. The civil war lasted three years and in that three years, the Dragon Dynasty was left maimed, most if not all dragons were dead with the years going by the family slowly began to lose itself and crushed by your father. Do you know why?" He asked his nephew who looked like he was having trouble thinking on it, and the boy shook his head. "It's because of incompetence, incompetence when King Viserys thought to name a woman to the Iron Throne despite having not one but two sons, incompetence for Aegon who despite winning had lost the war with his sister's son coming to succession, that is what we are facing." His nephew took offense and fidgeted.

"I am not incompetent! I am King!" He seethed and the acting Hand smiled and nodded.

"Yes, you are King. A King who started a war instead of trading Eddard and his daughters for peace, and now Stannis and Renly think themselves Kings along with Robb. This is where the difference in power can shift, under my counsel you can remedy all that you and Cersei have caused, to be a better ruler than your father. Good day, my nephew." He left the throne room and proceeded to get his household in order.

Night came quickly as the first day ended and he must admit, he is doing a fine job as Hand. The chambers were quaint and such but doable, enough to get settled in. He walked towards the balcony and watched the city below him, he is technically the new ruler and his nephew and sister will fall in line, more so if he succeeds then his father will have to reconsider his stance in the line of succession, if he beats back Renly then he will have what he has craved for so long, he will have Casterly Rock.

The next morning he called everyone to the council room, even his nephew who was the last to enter with Cersei, Tyrion on his right, Joffrey on his left, Cersei at the other end, Varys and Baelish on Tyrion's right, Damon and Pycelle on Joffrey's left. The entirety of the Small Council is here and now is the time to get to business in getting House Lannister ever higher.

"Shall we begin."