Scarred Lion and the Onion Knight

Stormlands

The banner of the lion marched past a burning village that had resisted the King's laws, or his laws as the new Warden of the Stormlands. His eyes glanced to the hanged soldiers that led that resistance and their families joined in the crime, he has no pity, no remorse over what needs to be done, he will do it thrice times over so the Storlanders get it in their thickheaded skulls.

Bronzegate, Felwood, and Haystack Hall fell two weeks back when coming out of the Kingswood. Thirteen villages fell in his wake, and now Storm's End will fall as well just like all the others. The Stormlords know that fighting anymore is worthless, but the common people still believe in their previous fallen Kings Renly and Stannis, and Robert to a point.

He brought Shireen with him as a wedge to bend any noblemen still resisting that their hope is in his grasp, he could see she didn't like that he was burning villages that by all rights should be hers and hells; the Iron Throne is hers by birth as his nephews are bastards born of incest. He confined her to a wheelhouse unless needed and isn't far from Willhelm or Damon when camped.

His conquest is boring, no challenge to fight or overcome and so far this campaign seems tedious at best. Fighting the Siege of King's Landing was harder than this, although he really wished this task was given to someone else, his talents are better served elsewhere and, his cravings to tarnish Cersei's plots grow by the hour.

"We should camp, another storm is coming." his cousin Lancel said, his father commanded he be in his inner circle while on campaign and as he said, 'Three Lannisters serve as a better authority than two'. He honestly doesn't want his cousin's company besides Damon, he more or less complained than led his men which is only 800 mounted spears.

"If these Stormlanders see we are scared of thunder and rain, then we will never have a hold here. Keep moving!"

The army kept marching forward, his families banner will mount every castle, every stronghold, and village until he has completed his task here. After that he will be going back home after taking Storm's End, his ideas of vengeance towards Cersei have gone from mundane to the extreme such as hurting the ones he loves, Joffrey and Jaime; her golden lion and lover, plans are already in place and by the time he returns home, the debt will have been paid in the same blood as his own.

[Two Days Later]

He camped his men about six miles to Storm's End, scouts were sent to gauge the enemy lines and have returned with some intriguing news.

"Scouts report that several thousand men defend the castle of Storm's End, Davos Seaworth leads them alongside his other cohorts." He said, placing the onion piece over the stag on Storm's End. "The last of Stannis's army is there and won't want to surrender." He pointed out the disadvantage causing muttering to go about the room.

"Then how in the Warriors name are we going to defeat them; the moment we defeat the forces outside, we need to besiege the castle and won't have the men." Steffon Stackspear shared his opinion and it was a correct response, he turned and nodded to Willhelm who left to retrieve his key inside. Moments later Shireen was ushered into the tent, causing confusion in some of the men.

"Ser Davos was your fathers closest adviser, so he must be close to you in some way. A parlay will be done before any sort of battle."

[Elsewhere]

Davos was frustrated.

He fled the battle of King's Landing with the remaining fleet who after a day, headed straight to Dragonstone to meet resistance. Many died and then he ordered them to go to Storm's End with as much food as possible, to shore up the defenses and prepare for the inevitable attack by House Lannister, all while mourning the loss of his friend, son, and Shireen if she isn't alive yet.

Shame filled him as weeks went by and the news came, Felwood and Haystack Hall and Bronzegate had fallen in quick succession. Days after that a number of villages were burned to the ground as the enemy got ever closer, now all he can do is await the enemy to come and relieve him of this wait, but they won't have it without a fight.

Swordsmanship isn't his skill, having only one functional hand makes that quite clear. Yet he will do what he can to fight his Kings war, a war that was lost only a fortnight after taking the Stormlands from Renly the Pretender. He hopes the Seven and Stannis will forgive him if he falls or more so if Storm's End falls.

"Lord Davos?"

He grimaced and turned to the wretched woman before him, she is the cause of all of this; she poisoned the most honorable man this world has ever seen.

"What do you want?, Haven't you done enough!?" He spat venomously, her face was indifferent but eyes were panicked.

"My Lord has given me a vision, of the stag being dug into by a lion with one eye. We have to leave, today with as many men as we can." She seemed paranoid, and though he is glad she feels some fear, the 'vision' was something to be worried about. He turned and looked across the hill, a lone rider baring the banner of the Lion and a white cloth.

"It's too late for that, leave if you wish; I will stand my ground."

An hour later he rode out of the gate with a hundred men to meet this 'Loren' on that very hill, a final meeting before a grand battle.

[King's Landing]

"I am so sorry this has to happen, you would have loved Highgarden."

Sansa won't lie, she enjoyed the company the future Queen was giving her. Especially in this new and terrifying revelation that she would be marrying Tyrion Lannister of all people, the very knowledge causing her further embarrassment and thought she would rather marry a commoner then at least he would be her height. She sighed in depression upon thinking of it once more.

"I don't want to marry him, of all people." She uttered in a distasteful tone which gave Margaery a moment to laugh. "And what is so funny? this is humiliating!" She exclaimed and the future Queen only laughed harder.

"It's just that, maybe Loren would have made the best choice... "

Deep in the pit of her being, she was frightened. Loren? Obviously, a jest on Margaery's part, the Scarred Lion or Red Eye as that's what people spread is anything but material for the perfect spouse. A tactician, military man, and leader but also cold, distant, and has a clear distaste for most people. Along those lines she remembered how he snapped at her before Stannis's trial by combat, it scared her more than Joffrey for the first time.

How she hinted this, so genuine. She thought and slowly narrowed her eyes, what is her 'companion' playing at, she inhaled to calm herself and smiled happily, be genuine.

"So, you and Loren know each other? Interesting." She countered and for once saw the Highgarden Rose blush lightly at the question as she tried to learn from what Lord Baelish and Loren taught her.

Be Genuine.

[Loren PoV]

One hundred Lannister men and the wheelhouse rode up the hill, no weapons as that would violate the laws of the parlay. He saw Davos sitting atop his own horse with a hundred of his own by his side. He approached with a calm face and indifferent to the war-torn warriors, pulling the reins on his horse he stopped the caravan ten feet from them.

"What's with that?, A trick to bring me out?" Davos is paranoid, that's good, it makes this all the easier to take the castle without much bloodshed.

"A gift, or simply proof of my power over you; bring her out!"

The look on Davos face went from unhappy to joyful as 'Princess' Shireen came out of the wheelhouse, "Princess!" He heard Davos say and dismounted to approach but three of his men halted that approach, causing the happy reunion to stop in its tracks. He smirked giddily at the guardian's look of joy fall from the man, replacing with pain and paranoia once more, he liked seeing that face.

"Please; return her and we will leave, I will surrender to you. Please." Davos begged and tried to stay strong in front of his men. He dismounted and called for the man to follow.

They walked some few feet from prying ears of his men, he doesn't trust them not to take what he says to his father or sister. He stopped over the hill and looked at the enemy.

"My nephews and niece are bastards, born of incest by Jaime." He said all at once, shocking the Onion Knight in his place though not because of the truth, but that he would openly admit to believing them to be true.

"If so then why not let us win at the Blackwater?" That was a stupid response to a confession, Stannis would execute all of his family and himself. And he didn't know at the time.

"Forget it and listen. I have ambitions for the future, and in those plans, I can make Shireen, not just a Princess... But a Queen, so Ser Davos of House Seaworth? Want to aid me in the Game?"

Hours pass before the fiery heart of Stannis's sigil fell from the top of Storm's End. Davos talked to his advisers about the plans after the deal was struck, the man looked like he would refuse at first which was understandable for his family has proven to be untrustworthy and overly reaching, a good thing he decided otherwise.

The campaign of the Stormlands is finished and with Storm's End belonging to him, all other Houses will finally fall in line to him, even the resistant villages have stopped fighting his men as two weeks pass on and scouts have brought the fealties of every castle, along the way he has written to King's Landing that he would be home soon.

He was passing by the great hall when he caught notice of Shireen speaking to Davos, Willhelm not far from her as is his constant duty unless relieved by Damon or another man. He looked at the scene in front of him with curiosity, indifference to the emotional reunion as Septa is to a Whore. A scoff and he walked on, appointments to be made before marching back to King's Landing.

Damon would command the garrison of Lannister soldiers, 4000 strong alongside 3000 Stormlanders who have been dispersed around the Stormlands and sent back to their homes, sadly for some the homes are but smoked ruins or completely destroyed during his incursions upon arriving in the ancient lands of the Baratheons. He and the remaining 3000 men will march back home with volunteer wards of every House which can be picked from the army here at Storm's End.

All of this is yet another victory to all his accomplishments, yet all his father would see was Jaime's bright future and the imagined greatness of a firstborn son, his taking the Stormlands in but a month and a half should earn him the right to be the inheritor of the Lannister Legacy. Then again his childish demand before leaving proved as much, he's never going to get the Rock whilst Jaime and Tyrion live, he will be remembered as a commander and leader, but Jaime will be remembered as Lord Lannister.

The rays of the sun shined down on him as he realized what he truly has to do to earn his prize, a dastardly act that if found and proved would earn him the name of Traitor, Oathbreaker... Kinslayer.

His eye became grim as he looked up to the skies that after a time became even more clear, such as his task.

My father, he must die. Along with Jaime and Tyrion, they must die so I may thrive.