Leader of the Pride

Loren

He strolled the halls of the Red Keep, six guards behind him along with Wilhelm.

A warm smile remained on his face, he was truly enjoying the day so far since the decisive victory almost a week ago.

The King and Queen under his thumb, Jaime and Cersei in the Black Cells awaiting their trial, his wedding in a short few hours from now and having the leftovers of what Varys left of his spy ring. The information gathered was quite interesting, telling him much about Littlefinger and his 'allies' plans or the plans before he returned to the capital.

Cersei cursed him over and over as she was dragged away by his guards, Jaime went silently and as for the officials and noblemen and women? He's had some bend the knee and some of the braver ones chose their death with his siblings, Janos's Sons and Lord Osmond and Osfryd Kettleback. As for House Stokeworth, he procured the loyalties of Bronn by marrying him to the youngest daughter of Lady Stokeworth, with her daughter and husband being charged with the same treason as his sister and brother.

Tommen and Queen Shireen have fallen in line, he will admit he was a bit perturbed by Tommen's resistance in trying to depose him from power. He will also admit he was lax, letting his sister get her plans going before stopping them, a good thing Lancel has his build and made the perfect sacrificial pawn after their 'Talks' with the head torturer of the city.

Regicide, Adultery, Treason and Attempted Kinslaying. His sister's crimes are quite high and he will be serving that justice, satisfying but there is a pit in his stomach that he cannot push aside.

He loved his sister, she was his big sister and protector, she would tell him she would love him always and be there for him. Then, then she left with a friend and came back hating him, loathing and cursing him, she left soon after and became Queen of Westeros. Maybe that's the pit in his stomach, a part of him doesn't want to send his sister to her death.

Same with Jaime, before becoming a Knight of the Kingsguard his big brother was everything he wanted to be. A chivalrous warrior, a good man, and a hero to others. Yet he abandoned him even if it wasn't his choice, his brother could have forsaken the vows and raised him beside their father, then maybe Tyrion might not have chosen to leave home.

They called him a traitor, a demon and an evil man. But what are they? They ostracized him and abandoned him, the little boy who only needed his siblings to be there for him. Tyrion left, Jaime forsook, and Cersei hated. His father was there, taught him his ways and the costs one has to make to create a legacy that transcends familial bonds and from these teachings, he will build a great foundation for a greater Westeros, a united Westeros once all opposition is bent, or broken.

He reached his chambers and saw Pycelle waiting for him, "What is it?" He asked and the old man handed him a letter, a mockingbird onto it.

"Petyr Baelish has received the summons and is making his way here by ship from the Vale, estimated arrival is eight days if the winds are kind." He nodded and dismissed the old man, but he didn't exactly leave immediately, "My Lord, forgive my petulance but, I have been Grand Maester for many years. Since the late King Jaehaerys and have served your father from the moment he became King Aerys Hand of the King, I do not see why you must replace me with such a man as Qyburn." He grasped his nose in contemplation, the old fool was as pathetic as he was traitorous.

"Precisely why I decided this, you are an old root- More a weed. You survived not one or two but four Kings and have survived through being a rodent, scurrying around and betraying those you're supposed to serve. Qyburn is a truer Maester than you, he served my sister until he saw I was winning, humble and can see his limitations. You don't do that, you beg and bootlick and give praise, a politician where Qyburn only means to serve his lords when they are worthy... And I intend to remain as such for a long time." His speech was long, but it got through the fool who whimpered at the lashing, "I will allow you to go back to Old Town, where you can be tried for your 'indiscretions'." He ordered.

Pycelle crowed and begged for leniency but he had none to give, his guards took him away to be chained and sent through carriage to the Reach. He rested back into his chair for a few moments before a knock came to his door, Wilhelm opened it and Damon walked in with another of their cousins, a man he believes the most honorable of Lannister.

"Daven Lannister, how long has it been my cousin?" He embraced the bearded man who embraced him back.

Daven Lannister is the son of Stafford Lannister. Robb Stark during his campaign into the Westerlands had taken the inept father by surprise through a goat path through the Golden Tooth, ten thousand men were routed that night and the Young Wolf claimed another large victory against them. Stafford was slain by Rickard Karstark, Daven in his lust for justice vowed to never cut his hair and with Rickard dead, that vow will keep going until his cousin goes to the other side and hunts the man down.

"Many years, last seeing one another in Harrenhal. So long ago, but I'm afraid I bring troubling news." He narrowed his eyes on the man, what now?

"What troubles my home? Hmm." He asked the Knight who continued what he was saying.

"The Greyjoys. They are raiding up and down the coast from Fair Isle to the Shield Islands, getting closer to the mainland with Euron being named new King of the Iron Islands." These were troubling news, it was Euron who sunk the fleet at Lannisport and laid siege to Casterly Rock before Stannis Baratheon routed him.

"Ah, that is concerning. I swear to ask the King to turn his sights to ending this revolt, I swear it." He said with a smile and had the older man frown.

"And cousin Jaime, and Queen Cersei? I heard but can hardly believe it. And then Lancel, uncle Kevan is distraught with losing a third son." He frowned as well, he didn't want to be reminded of them, not now anyway.

"Yes. I was with a friend when Jaime launched his attack, killing dear cousin Lancel in the chaos. I promise to make sure justice is swift. Now, I want you to relay a message to Kevan, tell him to begin preparing a new host of men. I understand its scarce but we have to guard our homes, I will ask my good father to aid with the Redwyne fleet." He ordered and Daven nodded before turning on his feet and leaving, Damon looking unsure of himself. "What we did was necessary, don't be weak now. Not now, cousin." He said to his other relative who re-wore a strong face, he passed them and said he would be visiting his betrothed for the final time before being brought together as man and wife.

Passing a corner he saw men and women, servants and nobles all scurrying back or bowing in obedience to him and they should. He is the leader now, after years of proving himself to his father, after enduring Joffrey and Cersei, being in the shadow of Jaime. He is on top and he has no intention of giving it up to anyone, not even among the rose.

He isn't blind to Olenna's internal plans on him taking power, working a way around to achieve her ambition, to get the roots of Highgarden to spring free and wrap themselves around the Iron Throne and the Stag and Lion. He will use the abandoned spy ring to keep a close eye on her and her kin, even on Margaery when she is alone around the keep.

Margaery did look stunning in her new gown, more traditional and less revealing than before and yet it was alluring to him. He smiled when she spotted him and rose from her chair, strode towards him and kissed him fully on the lips. It pushed him towards the wall as it became more passionate, he loved it and the smell of her hair, like roses and peaches.

"I can hardly wait for tonight, our wedding night to be official. You shaved your beard again, I like it." She complimented and pulled away and went back to her chair, Mira and the other one, "I made you a beautiful coat of red and gold, for you to wear and I hope you love it." She said and the other handmaiden brought him a basket to which he unwrapped and smiled as he pulled out the coat.

He slid it on and went towards the mirror. It was beautiful fashion, gold bindings and red silken cloth so soft. In the back of the coat was a large golden lion, one of the eyes made red to signify his missing eye. He does like it, he likes it a lot and doesn't think he will be taking off for another any time soon. He tore off the coat and placed it gently back into the box, sending the handmaiden off while taking a glance at her rear, plump and nice he thought before bringing his eyes back to his wife.

"Have you seen them yet?" She asked with not much enthusiasm, he also knew of whom she was referring to.

He supposed it is time to give his sister and brother a final visit before the trials, he didn't want to but Margaery won't let it be. He approached her sitting down and combing her hair again, gently pushed some away from her neck and began kissing it. She let out a light moan, giving him a sign that he liked what he was doing and went and nibbled on her ear, she giggled.

"Very well, but my love, take heart... My sister and brother rose up against me and I annihilated them in the eyes of the Lords of Westeros, make sure the Fat Flower and the Queen of Thorns know this and take it as a lesson." He said icily, eliminating a threat before anything happens and Margaery's eyes widened somewhat but overall she remained calm, a smile then returned to his face, "But not you. Not my sweet flower, my Red Rose." He left the room afterward and made his way down to the dungeons to visit his family.

They were fed daily, and given fresh water as well. He isn't so cruel to bar any of that, they are still Lannisters to him. He opened the doors and had guardsmen light the torches, they rubbed their eyes at the brightened room. Soon their eyes were filled with so much hate that it could choke a tiger, but he is no tiger, he is a lion and lions don't scare easily from cruel stares. He leaned against a wall near the door, he doesn't want to be here too long.

"I came to spend time with you all- " He was saying until his sister spit near his boot, "Now was that the action of a mature adult? I think not, maybe Jaime will- And I think not." He was saying when his big brother also spit his way. "It seems I wasted my time, goodbye to the two of you then." He was about to leave before he heard Jaime from one side of the room.

"Brother, have you hated us since the beginning? The murder of father, framing Tyrion, ousting us for our enemies. What brought such animosity?" He turned and stared at his brother with an icy glare, he shouldn't have come here and now his mood is soured.

"If you did not see, then I have no reason to share it with you now."

He left with the screams for him to wait by both of his siblings and was a good twenty feet away and alone before he leaned himself against a wall again, allowing frustrating tears to fall from his face. He was close to letting the doors fly open then, he didn't want to let the softer side of him to be lodged open by 'them', the traitors and kinsmen.

Instead, he readied for the next hour, a bath and some time to prepare. The ceremony will not be in the Great Sept, it will be in the throne room where five hundred men and women will see their true rulers bowing to them. He dressed in the new coat made for him by Margaery, he slicked back his golden hair and washed his face once more. He strapped his sword, well his nephew's sword of which he took as a prize from his brother. Lastly, he made the final journey to the throne room and waited for his love to arrive.

Margaery was being escorted in by Lord Tyrell, her handmaidens following closely behind. On the right was Damon, Daven, Qyburn, and his followers and supporters from the West and Stormlands. On the left was Loras Tyrell, Olenna, Lady Tyrell, Lord Randyll and Dickon Tarly, the rest were several lords and ladies from the Reach. He stood waiting with his hand stretched out to his future wife who took it very graciously, Lord Mace took his place by his wife and all waited for the High Septon to begin the wedding.

"We are all gathered this evening to bring two great houses together, two hearts and will meld to bring one into the world. Lord Loren of the House Lannister, Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, Warden of the West, Lord of Casterly Rock and Lancaster and Hand of the King. Lady Margaery of the House Tyrell, the Rose of Highgarden and now Lady of the Rock and Lancaster." The man began with all the titles, wrapping his hand to Margaery's before continuing, "You are one heart, one soul and cursed be they who dares to tear you asunder, now look to one another and say the words." The Septon added and he and Margaery did as was told.

The words were said, cheers were made and a bedding took place. By the next morning, he woke with a smile but was also reached that his sister and brother hung themselves in their cells, using chains and blood-made letter made on the wall by Cersei, cursing him a fate worse than life itself. He watched the sunrise as his siblings were put in coffins and to be sent to Casterly Rock as befitting of a lion, he allowed tears to strike him then and swore no more would leave his eye from this day forward.

'I hated them, but may my siblings find peace in the next world. And that he and Tyrion will join them, soon.'