Blood in the water II

Damon 

He's long given up his honor, for he has seen that House Lannister has forsaken it.

The redemption for bringing that lion banner the pride it deserves, Loren promised him this when his convinced him to go with his insane plan.

Killing his father, framing Lord Tyrion, what he did to Cersei and Jaime. Even Lancel, the poor lad couldn't escape Loren's jaws. What his cousin did, it was unholy, a breach of conduct and his committing Kinslaying brought no honor- or even pride.

It brought nothing but the fruition of a mad man's crazed idea and his ambitions further to realization, but what can he do to change this? He was privy to Loren's plans, if he talked then he would also share a place on the spikes of the Red Keep, he has been buried beneath lies and deceit and can no longer escape.

All I can do is bear it, bear what I have done and live on with this shame. His hands closed with a fist, as he walked with Loren around the camp as it prepares for the assault by Lord Brynden Tully.

"Timber will be plunged into the ground, shaped sharply and to the East," Loren said as they made to the edge of camp, looking at the trenches being dug and precautionary fences put up to halt a cavalry charge.

Almost all but 800 of their force is infantry, and when the Blackfish ambushed them, the enemy was almost all horse, with a few hundred being foot and archer.

Loren has no intention of this being a traditional battle, no honor in it or any meetings, he intends for this to be a Lannister victory and nothing more.

"Cousin, I've been thinking." He turned to Loren, the One-Eyed Lion smiling back at him, "What halls are East of here?" He was asked, it was a strange question and he had to think about it for a moment.

"Besides Atranta, I believe Lychester and Acorn Hall where we were first defeated. A third location is the hill of High Heart, though it isn't a castle. Why do you ask?" He asked Loren who smirked, putting a hand on his hip and taking a deep breath.

"How long would it be to seize them?" He shrugged, he didn't know the answer. "Hehe, Then we shall see, cousin, we shall see." He watched as Loren strode off, ordering for three units of three-hundred men each to ride out in an hours time.

Again, he was forced to think about the dishonorable acts he aided Loren in committing, yet, he is forced to go on with the shame and bear it until he is dead. The Gods will make their judgments of me. Until he stands before the Father, he will keep what honor he has left and continue to serve his Liege Lord to the best of his abilities.

What scares him more, what terrifies him is living to see the future his cousin wishes to bring to the Seven Kingdoms, after all the blood that has been spilled to create it.

Shireen 

"Truly? He was defeated?"

"Yes, your grace, the Lion was caught near the Rushing Falls and Acorn Hall."

"Then I wish for a swift defeat of the Scarred Lion- " Her friend hushed her the moment that the words left her mouth, but she had to say something.

Her father, she saw his torn body atop the spikes of the Traitor's Walk, he was cut into six halves by order of King Joffrey. She would have been forced to look if not for Lord Tywin and his three sons putting Joffrey in his place, alas, it didn't quiet her heart and emotions on what she felt against House Lannister.

"Please, Shireen, if any of the servants hear you... They will inform Lady Lannister and her family." It was the truth, but she's been working on building her own power.

Three of the ladies in her service have joined her, they have become loyal to their true Queen. And Tommen, he is sweet and innocent. She smiled at the thought of her husband, a man more caring and honorable as the family he descends from.

"I care not for Margaery and her ilk, I believe they have their own problems to deal with." She whispered as they turned a corner, going deeper into the garden.

The attacks on the Reach by King Euron Greyjoy came as a roar to House Tyrell, the Queen Who Isn't is wrought with grief over her brother, and worry because of Loren's defeat by Brynden the Blackfish.

"Yes, indeed they do, but listen." They stopped, Davos looked around so no one is to hear him, "It would be a boon if Brynden slays Loren and for the Reach to be bloodied by Euron Greyjoy, but that leaves you and Tommen in a bad spot." The Onion Knight might just be right, for there are worse evils than that of Loren Lannister.

For instance, leaving the coasts of Westeros at the mercy of Euron Greyjoy, a man her father spoke of as an evil individual.

Then there is Petyr Baelish, the man has proved to be ever more traitorous as he hasn't arrived to bend the knee to her and Tommen. The Vale, as far as I learned still has a full Kingdom of soldiers, whereas Loren and the Reach's forces as growing smaller with every battle. A sigh escaped her as she thought this, it was worrying.

"You also forget the urgent threat across the East, Daenerys Targaryen, as I hear, has taken over the entirety of Slaver's Bay." This information was hard to come by, but nor is was it valueless, the Targaryen threat is very real and a danger to everyone in Westeros who wears a crown. Even to those who believe themselves above Kings and Queens.

"Well... Let's hope she feels comfortable staying where she is, eh?" Davos asked and she nodded.

Later on, she bid Davos a good day before leaving to see her husband, she'd expected him to be lively with Loren out of the city, that he could walk and talk like a king.

After what happened to Cersei and Jaime, the threatening of his life and the humility that he was forced to endure. Tommen isn't the happy soul as she first thought, no, he is constantly afraid for his life, that one day Loren will have had enough of just being Hand and desire to be the King.

"Shireen? Sorry if I seem, unseemly." She approached her partner in life and helped him into his shirt, he was struggling, even with the royal tailers help.

"You are the King, Tommen... You shouldn't have to apologize." She said, gesturing for the servants to leave.

"But I have to... I have to be obedient or else, or else... " She was fueled with anger just then, why must their lives be so hard? It infuriates her to no end.

They are just children, they shouldn't have to endure this.

Gods old and new, I beg you to bring doom upon Loren, upon them all... 

Kevan Lannister 

He had no idea why he was asked to come here, especially under cloak and heading to the slummiest side of this accursed city, though not as accursed as King's Landing. He passed a street heading down an alleyway, thinking back to the instruction asked by him.

Old Town wasn't where he was supposed to be, not in the slightest, but the letter said that he needed to come and urgently.

His job was to round up some reinforcements and ready any ships for the combined attack on the Iron Islands, well, once Loren has stopped playing with Brynden Tully in the Riverlands. The last word from Devan was that they'd laid siege to Riverrun, hopefully, this time it goes well and not bad like during the Five King's War. 

"This is it, my Lord." His guard said and pointed to the tavern, he pulled the cloak closer to hide his colors before heading inside.

The tavern was quaint, smelling of ale and piss and terrible odor. The patrons of said tavern weren't the sort you would befriend, looking mean as the hells are hot.

He pushed the unease away and found the owner behind the counter, he didn't waste time and asked for the man staying the night so that he may speak to him. The tavern owner looked skittish but he paid the peasant no mind, only getting a nod and which room his man is staying in and walked upstairs to the last room.

He knocked twice before the former Grand Maester opened it, smiling and looking terrible from the looks of it.

"Oh, Lord Kevan, please come in. Your guard must wait outside." He reluctantly nodded and walked in, the door closing behind him.

"Why bring me here, Pycelle, I have to ready what ships we have in Lannisport." He urged the old man to get out what he means to say, impatiently so.

"And I would be happy to, but, how many men did you bring, who are in the city and loyal to you?" He doesn't get what Pycelle is talking about, why does it matter how many men he brought here? He shook his head and took off his cloak.

"A hundred, the finest of Tywin's men." He pointed out, "Now, tell me, what is it I should know about my nephew." It all became so quiet, Pycelle looked stuck, trying to find the words.

"My Lord, I am sure by now you know how ambitious Lord Loren has become, or know how powerful he has gotten." Yes, it has appeared in his thoughts.

Lord of Casterly Rock. Lord Paramount of the Westerlands. Hand of the King. A War Hero and now the second most influential man in Westeros, just as Tywin was.

"Indeed, I know, he is Tywin's son. He has also endured the deaths and betrayal of his immediate family- " He tried to say something, to defend his nephew but Pycelle wouldn't let him.

"Do not praise that murderer! He is nothing like Tywin other than the blood they have spilled!"

He was shocked, but before he could ask Pycelled what he meant a loud crashing came from the door. Moments after that, it slammed opened and a dagger was thrown at him but he sidestepped and the blade hit Pycelle in the chest.

"There was only supposed to be the old man!" The assassin said to himself and attacked him, he roughly pushed a chair to trip the assassin over and pulled out his own dagger and thrust it into the killer's chest twice, then thrice in the head.

Knowing there were no more threats he ran to Pycelle, he was dying but he must hear the Maester out.

"Lord Kevan... You must save the King... He is... In danger." Pycelle coughed blood as he spoke, in hurried desperation.

"From who? Loren? Why?" He asked impatiently, there must be a reason for this sort of treachery.

"He... He killed Lord Tywin... Framed it on his siblings... He even killed Cersei and Jaime, your son too... He killed them all... Stop him." The Maester's body fell limp after that, passing away from his wound and leaving him with the shock of knowing the truth.

His son, Lancel. The boy wasn't always the proud son he wanted, but he deserved better than what Loren did to him. Cersei and Jaime, Gods, they tried to tell me before I stormed away from the ever-growing fire, they needed me and I failed them. They too were left at the mercy of Loren Lannister, killed before a trial though Loren would say they killed themselves.

Loren isn't Tywin, he is more bloodthirsty and unwilling to share his power, even going so far as to kill his own kin? This must be put to rest, he can't let this slide.

Upon reaching the gate of Old Town he was confronted by one of his men.

"Will we be going back to Lannisport, cousin?" Reginald Lannister asked him, this was the one Tywin sent home for disagreeing on continuing to fight.

"Yes... But not for Loren, we must hurry and march on King's Landing." His decision is the right one, it is high time for the Gods to bring justice on Loren Lannister.