A New Dance Begins

Loren

It was a couple weeks after the death of his father and the search for Tyrion, though it was a failure considering that Varys was also gone. In the same time they were also blamed for killing Tywin Lannister, a boon to him since out of him and Jaime, the Dwarf was a threat to his taking the right to own the Westerlands and Casterly Rock. Now though is the funeral and burial of which his father will be taken home with an entourage of three thousand of the most elite soldiers within his father's faction. This also removes loyalists to Jaime and Cersei from the city.

More ever the death of his father had almost welcomed a group of fanatics into the city, he would not have this and used his moniker he earned from some Stormlanders during his campaign 'The Furious Lion'. A bit less than 'The Scarred Lion' but it will do and has done the job, a small fight in the night and this 'Sparrow' and his inner circle were silenced, permanently and brutally and their bodies fed the dogs. Before then the fanatics knew of his father's influence and stayed away, they underestimated him and ended up losing their lives for it.

Today he will say goodbye to his father and looked around the room, his sister and brother wearing black to signify their grief. When Cersei was told of the death of their father, she wanted the Tower of the Hand to be burned to the ground. It was stupid and he had the order dismissed, he did, however, have the whore named Shae thrown to the dogs so that it could appease the Queen. His brother was enraged and he saw it then and there, he is the one to set Tyrion free and had to have thought the second eldest brother had killed the man who rebuilt the lion clan.

It's a shame that Tyrion wasn't the one to do it, he was. His hand still shakes when he thinks about it, about the bolts going into his father chest and the last breath he watched him take.

"How are you doing?" He turned to smile lightly at Margaery's presence, black suits her but red would be so much more beautiful. He nodded to the darker and less eyed area and she smirked, following him and once they were alone he kissed her heavily for a few minutes before breaking away.

He talked with her that night about his plans, wanted her to know how he felt and told her that he means to not marry the boy to a beauty but a man to a woman. She obviously disagreed and told him, no but it was already too late for the marriage pact was made shortly before Joffrey and Margaery's wedding. She was defeated by this time and avoided him for the longest time until a day ago, with a real answer to his proposal. Yes, she won't be the Queen but none will deny that she is to be marrying the unofficial King of Westeros once he gains the power.

Lady Olenna left shortly before the trials and is heading here, she will be convinced by Margaery herself. Lord Mace has been told already and sworn to secrecy until the time has come, by then he will be getting the power he needs to take full control of the court.

House Lannister and Tyrell will be wed between himself and Margaery. House Baratheon of King's Landing and of Storm's End will also be bound in marriage. His sister's own wedding with Loras has been dismissed or that is what he will be putting forth in the meeting within a few hours to the Small Council, she will be happy and also be stripped of her powers once the one thousand man honor guard brings Shireen to King's Landing.

"I am well. As long as you do your part, my Queen."

They parted with smiles but came back to the party with sad frowns and pursed lips, Cersei offered him a glare and Jaime didn't very much care and was by their father's body. An hour would pass before it was time and the funeral came to an end, minutes after this he had the entire council to gather and for Tommen to attend as King of Westeros, twenty minutes but he had his nephew come before by five minutes. He looked nervous when he arrived and he beckoned for him to sit right at the front, he is the King after all and deserves the seat.

"Tell me, nephew. Are you scared, or nervous?" He started by asking the young boy, Tommen nodded yes. "It's fine to be scared, I am sure you were when the city was under siege. Do you know why I've called you here?" He asked his nephew who shook his head no, and he smiled for seeing this. "Well, I called you here to make an important request. I hear you don't intend to name a new Hand, that you need to think about it. Do you know what will happen if you do that?" He asked another question, Tommen spoke this time.

"No."

"Well, you see... Chaos. The Small Council needs a leader and without one and that you are still a boy, it will cause factions to rise and use you. Needless to say, your mother is an example." Tommen seemed offended that he would put his sister as an example of one who would use him, he needs his nephew to listen to him.

"My mother helped Joffrey- " He cut his nephew off then.

"And how well did that turn out?" He questioned, Tommen sunk a little in embarrassment and he gripped the boy on the shoulder lightly. "It's okay, nephew. When I came, the city fell into peace for quite some time. Uncle Kevan and Jaime can be a good bet, but one is a follower and not a leader whilst the other lost 30,000 men against a small force. No good." He finally had his nephew and dug in his claws and teeth, "Name me, name me your new Hand of the King and I swear: Peace and Prosperity and Law and Order will be all the next generation will think of your reign." He ended and sat back so Tommen could think on it all, it was a lot of convincing and though the boy seemed conflicted, he has now all but won the title.

Moments pass and the rest of the council and his family arrive,sitting downs in their already drawn factions. Grand Maester, Kevan, and Lord Mace sat on his side and Jaime sat on Cersei's side. All having their eyes set on the King and in some he saw eyes of lust, lust for the power of the King. He cleared his throat and stood to his feet with a long letter in hand, ready to read aloud and proud.

"Father was making this the day he was taken from us, these are his last will and testament and according to the laws of Hand and Kings; the last orders." He started and cleared his throat once more, "Father has deemed in the wake of Joffrey and Margaery's wedding that Tommen of the House Baratheon... And Shireen of the House Baratheon will wed within the turn of the moon." Cersei looked to object but he kept going. "Furthermore is that their second child will be made Lord of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. Until such time has come, Damon Lannister will rule as interim Lord of Storm's End and of the Stormlands." All seemed alright, "Now this ends his last wishes. Now I will announce by decree of the King that Ser Kevan of the House Lannister is given the position of Master of Laws- " Cersei spoke after and wouldn't be swayed.

"You are the Master of Laws. If Tommen is the one to wish this then he can speak it!" She snapped at him and he looked to Tommen like the others. The boy shifted nervously and got up with the Hand of the Kings pin, "What are you doing, my sweet?" Cersei asked her son and Tommen finally cleared his throat to speak.

"In light of these unseen events. I have come to conclude I am too young to rule, so I will need a Hand." Cersei and Mace looked very excited, too bad he already made his moves. "Lord Loren is my grandfather's heir, he brought the Stormlands to heel and defended this city from certain destruction. It is he I name the new Hand of the King." His eye gleamed as his nephew past to him the pin to which he put on immediately. Pycelle, his uncle and Lord Mace congratulated him on his new position.

"I hope to serve you well, my King."

Jaime

Cersei immediately threw a bottle of wine towards the wall and wailed in frustration, the council meeting had finally come to an end and his ungrateful brother was named the new Hand of the King. Loren must have gotten to Tommen before his sister could but he doesn't care who is Hand, he cares that his siblings will be tugging on Tommen for power with Cersei reclaiming the title of Regent and Loren being named Hand of the King.

More ever he is upset that his and his fathers deal won't be made a realization, he would miss Cersei but to have seen Loren's face in becoming the new Lord of Casterly Rock once he was removed from the Kingsguard. Now, now he can stay where he has always wanted to be, by his beloved and his children or the ones that are left to him.

He worries for his son and will help him along to the best of his abilities. Then once he does this, he will hunt Tyrion to the ends of the earth for his father. He regretted ever releasing him from his cell and wished he could go back and listen to Cersei, to let the little brother die.

"Our father needs to be avenged, Loren and Tyrion have to die."

What? He turned to his sister, curious as to even why she would include Loren into this. He shook his head and walked towards her, to find out why.

"Loren didn't kill our father. He loved the man and admired him, he isn't Tyrion." He tried to defend the ungrateful bastard for all the good it does him, and Cersei looked at him like he was insane as she was when she wanted to burn the Tower of the Hand to the ground.

"Really? And tell me, Jaime. Who else gains in the wake of fathers death? Who is now the new Hand of the King and Warden of the West? Who is Lord of Casterly Rock." She questioned him, siphoning off his confidence until he seriously thought about it.

His brother, his little brother killed father. He blamed Tyrion who wanted nothing more than to leave, all when the real killer is here. Loren has been the puppeteer, pulling strings in the days after their father was murdered. He couldn't believe this and wanted it all to be a dream, but it wasn't.

Their brother needs to be brought down, needs to be killed to bring pride back to their House.