New Breaths

Tyrion removed his hand from his former master, after telling him to tell his compatriots to stop there attempts to bring life into their archaic traditions.

Daenerys had decreed that there will be no slavery in her new world, a world where children aren't torn from their mothers or fathers aren't hateful of their children for just being born. Or brother's aren't murdered by their own siblings. He thought darkly as Jaime's face came into view, how he must have felt when Loren did what he had done.

Truly, he should have killed Loren. His father was a cunt but Loren is a monster, an ambitious monster he nor anyone else would see until it was too late.

His father didn't see it, in fact, the man had been the one to create what Loren is. A kinslayer, his brother, Cersei, their father, even Lancel and uncle Kevan. They were all murdered and sacrificed for his little brother's ambition to be Lord Lannister.

Perhaps he was the one behind the murder of Joffrey, now that cunt he'd agree with to be rid of. Joff was a monster, everyone could see it but his father was the one to control him.

Jaime. If anyone should have lived it would be him, the Golden Lion, a true knight and the one deserving of the title of Lord Paramount and Warden of the West.

A frown appeared on the dwarf's face, he will avenge them, he'll avenge Cersei, he'll even avenge their father. Loren will pay for what has done, the debt will be paid if not now then soon when he and his Queen set sail for Westeros.

Tyrion spared one last glance at the dragons flying around before rejoining the others in going back to their temporary home.

A week passes after the defeat of the slaver's and he sat in the Great Pyramids throne room in wait for the Dragon Queen.

She was speaking to her lover, Daario Naharis, telling him her plans for their invasion and how he and the Second Sons must remain to govern Slaver's Bay or the Bay of Dragons.

Their fleet has been prepared, though an unwanted visitor came to them three days passed, Victarion Greyjoy. The man explained that their enemies are the same and wished join forces, he even brought a dozen ships from the Iron Fleet.

He asked Victarion why the rest isn't here and the man told him of how Euron and their ships were assaulting the Seven Kingdoms, they were set upon by the Royal and Redwyne fleets just as it was during the last Greyjoy rebellion. The Iron Islands were soon invaded and nearly all the people and the noble families were driven to extinction.

His brothers work, he believed that the reavers should have been killed a long time ago. Their father corrected him by stating that in times of war, you show your enemies fire and steel, when they are brought to their knees you help them up. It was something he advised to the Queen who decided to take on the last of Hosue Greyjoy with one condition.

The 'glory' days of the Ironborn are done, no more reaving or raping, the former fleet of pirates would become a part of the Seven Kingdoms as privateers, as the new Royal fleet which will be front and center in laying siege to King's Landing.

Victarion reluctantly agreed to the terms, a pact sealed and now one of the great families are on their side.

Dorne might be willing to join them, it was his idea to forge an alliance with them via the betrothal between Myrcella and Trystane, so they might not be willing to aid them in bringing down his brother and his nephew, the King.

Oh, he had forgotten, Tommen is so innocent in all of this, Myrcella too. His wretched sister never deserved them or the love they had for her, now they are trapped in Loren's games for power. Power is ever infectious, it emboldens those who never had it, and Loren never felt he had true power. It will destroy his brother, it destroyed Cersei, it destroyed the Targaryens the first time around.

He fears for his niece and nephew, he knows his brother well enough to know he won't want to share the power.

"Tyrion?" He looked up and saw his Queen, the one he is sure to rid the world of men like Loren or Joffrey.

"Is it done, then?" He asked her and she nodded softly before joining him and sitting down, "For what is, I am sorry you had to do this, I know what it feels like." He said in trying to be sympathetic to her plight, she- He was cut from his thoughts when she began to speak.

"You want to know something... I said goodbye to a man I thought I loved, and I felt nothing." That is intriguing to hear, she was sure with how they acted over the last few days that they were lovers in bliss.

"Well, I am not sure what to say about that but, let's admit that this is actually happening. You have your army, you have your ships, the Seven Kingdoms are right there for the taking, all you have to do is reach out and grab hold of it." He said to her with a smile, "Are you afraid?" The question was as real as his loyalty.

She nodded after a long moment, "Good, that you fear is what will push you to succeed."

"You will help me, will you?" He nodded, she smiled kindly, standing up, "Rise, Lord Tyrion Lannister." She beckoned of him and he nervously stood to meet her.

She pulled from her side a steel pin, shaped like the symbol of office for the Hand of the King. A breath hitched in his throat, he went to tell her that she is making a mistake and should choose someone better to be her Hand.

"There must be someone better, I am not an adequate Hand," She stepped closer and slipped the pin into his chest, he held back the emotions he was feeling.

"You have done all you can to make this place peaceful, you are the one most worthy to be my Hand of the Queen. Lord Tyrion Lannister, Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, Warden of the West, Lord of Casterly Rock." He had always wanted to hear those words be said, by his father and by his liege lord or now... His Queen.

He knelt to one knee and lowered his head, "I hope to not disappoint you, my Queen."

Highgarden 

Three months after they arrived in the Reach, his wife goes into labor to bring their child into the world.

Loren was excited as he has ever been, ordering for a tourney to be set up while his wife gives birth. A melee, joust, archery, even a play to commemorate this great day.

The largest feast, he told the Castellan who scurried off to see it done. Lady Olenna told her son to tell the nearby Lords to come and attend the assembled celebration. He was talking with Damon as they walked about the garden.

"After months of waiting, it's finally happening, cousin, I can feel it- I can feel my son coming into the world." He told his kin while putting a hand on his shoulder, laughing aloud which made some of the servants turn their way.

After all of his sacrifices, all of the battles he fought to come this way. Bringing all of his enemies to heel and even those of his own family, he showed them all that even a one-eyed lion can still see farther than them.

"Congratulations, cousin, I hope this child brightens the future for our House," Damon said in such a way that he doesn't believe him. He turned to his good friend, staring into his eyes and frowning.

"Damon. We've done good things, we've brought peace to the Realm and can sit back and bask in our glories." He started and smiled again, thinking about his wife, "It's for that, I will be naming you the Lord Protector of the North," Jon Snow is the new King of the North, named by Lords and Wildlings.

Word is, that he has married Wynafryd Manderly. House Manderly is probably the most powerful family after the Red Wedding since House Bolton was eliminated, they will be hard to defeat and harder to subjugate when his forces have rested from fighting all throughout the Westerlands, Reach, Stormlands, and the Riverlands.

But, once they have been defeated, once Jon Snow and all of his allies are dead, a new Lord of Winterfell must be chosen. Damon has been loyal to him since this war began, stuck by him through his sibling's treachery and when his father slighted him, even when Kevan betrayed him for pettiness.

"You have been more of a brother to me than anyone else, you have served me faithfully and that faith deserves a reward." He began and continued on, "When Tyrion is slain, you will take Sansa as your wife, father a child with wolf and lion blood, rule the North in the name of House Lannister." He added and marched on through the garden.

Today was a day for celebration and rewards, his child is the beginning of a new era.

"Loren. What about Daenerys?" He stopped when Damon brought up the whore across the Narrow Sea, he shook his head after word came a month ago.

The Dragon Queen defeated a fleet of slaver's at Meereen, has a fleet and is making her way here to destroy them all and take what he has fought to take hold of. She can try and take what is mine, the Targaryen's will follow their cousins, the Blackfyre's to destruction. He thought harshly and took a deep breath, turning to his cousin.

"If she comes here, we will deal with her,"

She will find no allies in Westeros, the Tyrell's are tied to him by marriage, the Martell's have foolishly sent a hostage to the capital, and the North is too far for her to have any adequate aid.

They were passing by a turn when a midwife came out of the hall entrance, he beamed and she smiled, "Lord Lannister, Ser Damon, the Lady Lannister has given birth." He didn't wait for her to finish, he stepped past her and began running towards his wife's chamber.

His son was here, he could hear the cries of a newborn when he neared the chamber and rushed inside.

Margaery was holding a bundle wrapped in gold and red and green, she was startled by his presence and stared at him with a surprised face. Then it fell into a frown and she shook her head, his arms fell to his sides and realized it wasn't the boy he was promised... It was a girl.

"I am sorry, Loren." His eye became cold, he held his head high and forced himself to smile, "There will be others, no doubt," He said and turned his feet and left the room.

He has a new war to plan for, his wife can enjoy herself while he makes the journey back to King's Landing.