The Triumvirate

Summerhall 

Damon initially came out to welcome King Jon Snow to this summit, then the shriek came from above and he, like thousands of others saw the dragon land and let out a mighty roar.

They were different from books and legends, more terrifying than the bones underneath the Red Keep's dungeons.

Jon Snow and his people were equally in awe, all staring at the dragon and its beautiful rider that looked down on the rest of them. Damon then stepped forward, clearing his throat.

"The Hand of the King, Lord Loren Lannister welcomes King Jon Snow and Queen Daenerys Targaryen." He made sure that he was loud enough, afraid by how quiet that black dragon was.

Arriving late through the gates, Tyrion Lannister and a few others rode in. He saw Dothraki for the first time, they did indeed look as wild as he imagined them to be.

Daenerys, Jon Snow, Tyrion, and some few others accepted bread and salt. Loren's way of ensuring a good outcome after today, after eating the bread he escorted them inside where Loren was waiting for them at the high table, his good eye gleaming in the fires and sun beating through the gaps in the ceiling.

Loren chuckled to himself, seeing Daenerys. She is a fair and beautiful woman, a dangerous woman.

If this were a different summit, he might have tried to end this conflict via marriage between Lannister and Targaryen. Yet, this isn't a different summit, and she clearly isn't interested in marriage. He thought and stood from his chair.

"I have heard the Targaryen features were almost mystical, the stories don't give your family justice... Then again, that beauty also comes with vindictive madness." He loved the way she frowned, after praising her. Tyrion's appearance made him bristle both nervously and angrily.

He knew that his brother would be here, and yet he wasn't prepared to see the man that he framed for the murder of their father. Tyrion eyed him viciously, as was expected for someone who vengeful.

Turning his attention to Jon Snow, he was rather surprised. "Ah, you know what? I have seen Robb Starks decapitated head, he didn't look an ounce of Northerner or Stark but you, you definitely look like one." Jon's dark eyes brimmed with anger, mentioning not only his father but the 'King Who Lost the North'.

"I think this meeting wasn't so you can insult us, Loren." Exactly, they would be on the battlefield if not for Ned's Bastard.

"You are right, brother. Jon? You called for this and though I'd much rather us be enemies, I will listen to what you have to say." It took everything not to insult them, to tease and provoke them but he did and would now come to be open.

Jon stepped forward, calming himself. "I know we'd rather be fighting each other, I know I would rather keep my people North and away from Dragons... Or Wildfire." Jon looked at Daenerys then to him, pointedly at the end of that. "But something is coming for all of us, every man and woman an child are at risk of being killed if they break through the Wall."

Daenerys found herself confused by Jon's warning. "What do you mean? What threat is worse than 'him'?" He smirked when she gestured him as the only threat.

Surprisingly it was Tyrion who spoke next, "During the War of Five Kings, I was an advisor to Loren on the Small Council and received Alliser Thorne at court with a dead man's hand. Alliser said that the hand belonged to a ranger who had gone missing and then that man's corpse tried to murder Jeor Mormont." Jon confirmed this and so did he, remembering that day and Joffrey making fun of the Night's Watchman.

"What made it?" Daenerys asked and it would be Jon to fill them in.

"There appears to be someone making and leading them, Mance calls it the 'Night King'. He is the first White Walker, the one who made all others and will find a way past the Wall if we do nothing." Jon was clear and sincere in speaking about the threat, even Loren was believing it slightly if not remembering the day he and Cersei made fun of Tyrion.

Grumpkins, Snarks, and other creatures.

"What is your solution, Jon Snow?" He asked, joining the circle that was made between the two rulers. Tyrion stood closer to his new Queen, ensuring that he doesn't try anything.

"There is only one way, we unite." Jon told him and paused before continuing, "Combined, our forces could easily make a hundred-thousand, possibly more. We have Skagos and Dragonstone to produce enough dragonglass for a million spears. We have horses and siege weapons, together we can stop the Long Night." It was a tall order to grant, especially with the animosity between the three forces.

Loren considered his options on how this could not just solve this Northern problem, but deal with the Dragon Queen and White Wolf. Then there is Tyrion, the one man who is quite possibly his greatest obstacle.

Summerhall was very quiet, him, Daenerys, and Jon Snow all staring at one another and waiting for one or the other to answer the call to arms.

"... You expect me to simply march my army North and leave the lands I have conquered? I do not trust this one to keep maintain a truce," Daenerys said with a hard tone, Loren laughed and shook his head.

"And a Targaryen can be trusted? You paved your journey on the bones of those you used, just as I did. And as I recall, the lands you've seized are no more use to you than Dorne, Princess." He insulted her and she glared at him with rage. "She tells the truth, I cannot just leave his graces territory unprotected. Not when a Conquerer lives so close." He eyed the woman with his single glare, making things intense for all involved.

Jon stepped between them, attempting to stop a scene from taking place.

"If we keep fighting each other, how can we protect those we love?" He growled in irritation which brought Jon's attention to him, "You clearly don't want this, you want power over everyone, and if you don't stop what's coming? That power won't mean anything to you." Jon then turned to Daenerys. "You want justice, the Iron Throne, I understand the need for justice but this is bigger than that." He stepped back and so did Daenerys from Jon, the White Wolf being dominant.

Damon cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention. "Let us reconvene in an hour, a decision should be made with a clear head." He would have yelled at Damon for speaking out of turn, he stopped himself after realizing that it was the right call.

Daenerys left the hall then Jon Snow and all the rest of them besides himself, Damon, and Tyrion.

"You aren't weary of being here, alone?" He asked and Tyrion sighed, looking to the floor then to him and Damon.

"You don't scare me, brother. You never scared me... You are just a lowly cub, begging for things that you don't deserve." He took a glass cup and threw it in the direction of his big brother, snarling at how he is being insulted. "As temperamental as ever, you and Cersei should have been the twins."

"... You shouldn't have come here, Tyrion, I let you leave with your life because of the bond we shared." He told the Imp, Tyrion frowned and showed anger in his eyes.

"Truly? Then what about the bond you had with Cersei, or Jaime? You killed them mercilessly and now hold your nephew over an ax, forcing him to do your bidding and make your decrees." His brother's words scratched at his walls, angering and upsetting him beyond measure.

Tyrion stopped after he hesitated to answer him, turning to their cousin. "And you? Even after everything he has done, you still follow him. He murdered uncle Kevan, his son, my siblings, and my father." Damon frowned and looked at the floor before bringing his eyes back on Tyrion.

"Great men don't change the world by being men of morality, cousin. Loren's actions may have been sinful, wrong, but he has managed to bring an end to the conflicts that carved the Seven Kingdoms into pieces." He watched Tyrion's face fall, hearing the truth, even if it was a little false.

Will his actions bring peace to the land, yes. It's all for his legacy, for the imprint he intends to leave on the annals of history.

"You and I aren't done, big brother. And when I march the armies North for Jon, I will only think of you." To be honest, since just before Damon opened his mouth he already agreed to aid the White Wolf.

An hour passes and an agreement was made, He and Daenerys will leave token forces at the forts and castles bridging both forces borders while a greater number will meet Jon's and go North to fight the army of the dead.

Damon found him moments after Jon and his men departed, he watched the Dragon Queen leave atop her black dragon back to her own territory.

"Cousin, I think I shall remain South." He said which confused his fellow Lannister kin, "No doubt the Dragon Queen will leave Tyrion to remain in control of their Southern forces while the rest go North. You shall command the men I will be sending you to help the White Wolf." He laid out his plans to Damon, putting a hand on his cousin's shoulders.

"It would be an honor to lead our army, Loren. I won't disappoint you." He knows he won't, it's all apart of his strategy.

"Army of corpses, dragons and Dragon Queens, wolves and Northmen and Wildlings. All our enemies will be in the same place, I trust you will choose the right time to strike." He left his cousin and ordered for the camp to pack up and march to King's Landing.

Outside of his cousin's ears, he told a messenger to send a raven to Randyll Tarly and Addam Marbrand and his other cousin, Daven Lannister to take orders apart from the ones he gave to Mace Tyrell and Damon.

In these next few months, all of his enemies will feel the very wrath of the Scarred Lion.

Loren Lannister smiled upon reaching King's Landing, eager to see his wife and child, eager to rest comfortably for the first time since marching South to only lose Dorne and parts of the Reach.

It wasn't long when making it off his horse at the Red Keep's stable when a rushing Margaery leaped into his arms, kissing him on the lips passionately.

Out of the corner of his good eye, he spotted Sansa waiting for him too with that same look of scorn in her own eyes.