Dance of the Lions

King's Landing 

He and his uncle stared down at one another before he began the attack.

Trebuchets launched stone and fire at the city walls, they crashed against his uncle's men atop the walls, knocked a tower over, he heard the cries of men who were unfortunate to be hit by the debris.

Of course, his uncle threw some rubble back at him. Thirty to forty men were lost because of Kevan's response, he smirked and nodded for a contingent to begin moving.

He'll draw him out, or, at least a majority of Kevan's forces to the field. That means making some sacrifices.

1300 men started marching towards the gate and meet his uncle's men who dwarf the marching force two to one, arrows were let loose and struck the soldiers down, the commanding officer of the force had the group raise their shields, it didn't stop the trebuchets and catapults from tearing them apart.

On the battlements, Kevan thought his nephew must be a truly foolish tactician or he is trying to goad him into attacking him personally.

But no, he isn't going to play Loren's game and neither is he going to be as foolish as some men have been in dealing with him. He turned around and nodded for one of his conspirators to go ahead and ordered for the Red Keep to be stormed, this ends today.

Back on the battlefield, the vanguard of Loren's force clashed against the shield wall of Kevan's. The battle was bloody and Loren's van was breaking and fleeing the fight, the morale was raised for the defenders who cried out for more blood and combat.

Loren almost was sickened by the show of gladness for killing known kinsmen, then again, he choked the life from his eldest brother and sister so he shouldn't be talking.

"Damon, ride to Lord Tarly, tell him it is time." Damon nodded with a frown and left a moment later, Loren smiled and ordered a charge of cavalrymen. Five hundred should do. He thought and crossed his arms.

At the Red Keep, Reginald Lannister led 1000 men to the seat of the King, "We storm it, attack!" The thousand man force cried and the soldiers defending the Keep manned their stations and readied to defeat the incoming force.

Throwing hooks. Ladders. Fire arrows and regular crossbow bolts were being used. The Kingsguard were out and on the defense, hacking men that were unfortunate to be the first on the wall. Other men were kicked down into the spikes below, impaled by back, head, and ass.

The battle for King's Landing, the second time has begun and this one might not have fire and explosions, but it will have blood.

Miles from the battlefield, an army of 7000 men led by Randyll and Dickon Tarly, and Damon Lannister began their siege on the Old Gate. The brittle and sparsely defended wall was unprepared for the ladders, the newest creation coming from Loren's mind being used, the siege tower which held a hundred men at a time.

The white raven flew above the gate, then out from the shadows came Lyle, his men and some twenty others led by Bronn. They began attacking the gate from within, but, during the Dance of the Dragons, the gate was reinforced to defend from attacks from within.

In the new carnage, a soldier from Kevan's camp made it to the bells and rang it thrice before being feathered with arrows.

Back at the Gate of the Gods, Kevan was surprised by the ringing of the bells. "How? I see them, your army is here, not there." He whispered in shock before turning to his men from within, "I will lead here, get to the Old Gate, now." He bellowed to Steffon Swyft, his brother in law reluctantly nodded and went off with 2100 men.

He turned and saw his force defend against his nephew's cavalry charge, he glared and should have thought about the other gates.

Taking his sword out, he stepped down from the battlements and called for his horse. He hopped on to the steed and turned to his cavalry, he commands just over 700 riders and he took a deep breath. "You've won, Loren, all I can do now is destroy you... Taking your life, for Tywin, for Lancel, for Cersei and Jaime." He added while ordering the gate to open, his force outside pushed aside and allowed him and his cavalry to pass.

"For vengeance!" He yelled, the men cried out, "For justice!" the men cried out again, "For House Lannister!" then the charge, his infantry followed the horsemen and went right for Loren and his traitorous allies.

Loren looked at his uncle charging his lines, he waved and the arrows flew into the air and trebuchets launched more stone. The cries of men filled his ears as his uncle and his army charged headlong, crashing in down on their horses, dying while mounted and some were crushed by rock and stone which kept rolling into the infantry behind the riders.

"Send our cavalry, now." He told and Lord Roland and Ser Tybolt Crakehall led his cavalry in, 3500 riders rode towards his uncle and his fellow men that have chosen death.

Away from the battle, the Red Keep is under attack, Reginald and his men were taking the wall and the Tyrell and Goldcloaks were losing control. Margaery Tyrell led her people and the King and Queen to the Maidenvault, the last two Kingsguard and some forty Tyrell and Lannister men guarded the entrance.

"We will be safe in here, Loren and the many knights fighting will take back the city, I promise." She said calmly but still reached behind her back to the dagger she always keeps on her person since the city was taken.

Shireen stared at her and put a hand on Tommen's shaking ones, "It'll be alright, Tommen, we'll be just fine." A servant under control of Margaery heard and told her mistress, Margaery turned her sights on the new Queen who was steeled. Of course, she's been through such a siege before. She thought with envy and fear for herself.

And for her child, the son she's promised, Loren.

Outside of the city on the bay, the Royal fleet headed into the harbor, the men carried the sigil of House Velaryon. They caught the guards there unprepared as they did at the Old Gate.

Lord Velaryon's substitute in command was grateful that Davos was able to get him a raven, considering that the city was under threat by the traitor Kevan Lannister. The seamen jumped off the eight ships and joined the fighting, they fought there way towards the tunnels going into the dungeons where the dragon skulls were kept.

The rest of the shore party continued into the city itself, keeping the enemy even more surprised.

Across to the Old Gate, Randyll and his army have completely broken through the gate, they have begun battling the force sent by Kevan and Randyll screams out his House words, "First in Battle!" The two forces clashed and the Tarly archer bled the Lannister lion.

In the fighting, Randyll was battling Steffon Swyft, he held Heartsbane right and true, slicing down and shattering Steffon's sword and cut him in two. "Father, watch out!" He heard Dickon say and he watched his son take three arrows in the chest but didn't seem affected, he was proud of his son for showing such bravery.

The rest of the battle was a turn for Kevan's victory, he took the city and lost it in a matter of weeks.

"Surrender, uncle, you must know this is a lost cause!" Loren shouted behind his safety, he reminds him too much of Tywin.

"Damn you, Loren!" Kevan seethed, turning around and seeing the Tarly men flood from the Gate of the Gods. He has truly lost, "Retreat! Fall back!" He will regroup, at Casterly Rock.

Loren watched his uncle leave the field, little less than 1400 were all that was left of Kevan's men. The retreating force didn't get so far as twenty feet before riders, 3000 strong and led by Mace Tyrell entered from the forest.

The army of Kevan Lannister were all annihilated, those at the Red Keep were slaughtered and captured, the force at the Old Gate were all killed- Hundreds were scattered. Kevan was bound and thrown at the feet of his nephew, he grunted and got to his knees.

"So, what now? Loren, what will you- " Loren didn't bother and cut Kevan's head off, the sky was darkening and the day was coming to an end.

Loren walked away from the field, dropping his blade, taking a horse and going to the Red Keep to see his wife and unborn child.

A day later, Loren gathered everyone in the Red Keep and brought them into the throne room for a magnificent feast. Yesterday was more than a victory for his armies, it was a day of unification and deliverance from the chaos that has plagued the Riverlands, Crownlands, Stormlands, and the Westerlands.

Loren raised his cup from the Iron Throne, the King was a little sickly and was resting for the evening with his Queen.

"On behalf of House Lannister, let us toast to House Tyrell, House Tarly, House Velaryon, and House Crakehall for their efforts in defeating the traitor, Kevan Lannister." The many men and women in the room rose from their seats and joined him, "Also, for the crimes of siding with the enemies of King Tommen Baratheon, House Swyft and all of its intended lands and titles will be given to a new Lord, rise, Ser Lyle Crakehall." The Strongboar rose up from his seat and smirked.

"Yes, my Lord Hand." He smiled and sipped from his wine.

"Ser Harys wasn't in the battle, he might be home readying his family. He'll be tried and executed, Dorna Lannister will be put to death for following her husband's crimes, Joanna Swyft is now heir to Cornfield... She needs a husband." The men in the room laughed as they knew what he had meant.

"I am honored, Lord Lannister." He sat down and felt his wife's hand on his arm.

"I am happy to see you are home and safe, Loren," Margaery told him and he nodded, reaching and stroking her cheek.

"I am happier to see you and our child is safe, I don't know what I would have done if I lost you." And lost his heir, he wanted to frown, he wanted to curse his uncle who was dropped into a mass grave with all the other traitors, unmarked and forgotten.

Kevan Lannister. He hopes the fool burns in all Seven Hells for what he has done, betraying him like this and making him kill yet another lion.

Forgetting the dead and smiling for the ones who survived, even the Great Wall, Dickon Tarly who isn't here feasting but is going to survive this and keep fighting.

He enjoyed the feast and he and Margaery returned to their chambers and he was kissing her heatedly, she tore at his clothes until he was shirtless. They moved over to the bed and he gently put her down and looked at her naked form, "Gods I missed this." He whispered and ogled her with his one eye.

"And I missed you, come to me." He was reluctant, she smirked and knew exactly why, "Our child will be fine, it hasn't gone too far." It was what he wanted to hear before he dipped down and began kissing her neck, nose, lips and he moaned at the touch, she did the same while he began grinding against her.

Tonight is theirs, tomorrow is theirs, the Seven Kingdoms will be theirs.

When the lion and rose come together, nothing will stop them.