The Lion Bare His Teeth

Loren

Loren Lannister walked down to the dungeon cells to see his brother, to have a talk with him before the trial begins. The turnkey let him in and he saw his brother, sitting on a bench and looking rather dirty from being there for the last few days.

"How's the cell?"

Tyrion gave him a look, unhappy about his joke towards his nice cell.

"Oh, I am very happy you enjoy my upcoming trial for regicide, at least it brings you joy. You know Jaime made jokes as well." His eye gleamed because his brother is correct in all aspects.

His brother wasn't the one to be accused, he planned for it to be Petyr Baelish and hells, he had all the evidence ready to use. Tyrion being accused does suit his purposes for possessing Casterly Rock, for once Tyrion dies he only needs to kill his last brother, he might not even need to kill his father at all.

As for his brother's wife, Sansa hasn't been seen as of yet and upon the end of this trial, he will put himself to the task of finding her. Yet right now this trial needs to go against Tyrion, and then one obstacle will have been set aside. He sighed and took a seat next to him, the bench feeling rough on his rear.

"Father is going to kill me, Cersei no doubt has evidence ready for the occasion. And you? Are you happy about this? Truly?" He had to feign innocence and allowed some emotion to come through the gaps, he nudged his brother's shoulder.

"You have been lucky all your life; you might just make it out again, like always." He didn't answer the last question, but he did, however, give him some pep-talk. "I should go, things to do and people to see," he added and got up from the bench, but not before giving his brother one last look. He will ensure Tyrion's downfall and use it as a stepping stone for his rise. "Stay safe, big brother." He told him before leaving and heading to his chambers to celebrate, the trial begins today.

Wilhelm nodded and let him inside where his lunch, leftovers from the Purple Wedding as some were calling it. He ate the pigeon pie with uncontrolled gluttony, these next few days will be quite the victory for him. Afterward, he was taking a little rest before he was awoken by Wilhelm who said his father has begun the trial and he smiled.

Four Days Later...

"Why in the Seven is this being dragged out, its all a farce so why waste time." He wondered to himself, evidence after evidence the more damning it was. Olenna chose to go home for the remainder, safer she said in case everything blows up like Wildfire in their faces.

Today would be the fifth day of the trial and he wished to see an end to it because it's getting very tiring to see his brother being torn apart by all of this. Sighing he poured himself some wine but his door opened and he saw Jaime standing there, a frustrated look on his face. Smiling he raised his glass to him, further angering the Golden Son.

"You drink while our brother is accosted and accused of treason?!" He had no reason to defend himself so he didn't, it angered Jaime even further until he stormed over and swiped the goblet out of his hand and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, pulling him from his chair. "Feel damn you! He is our brother!" Before Jaime could say more the knight was pushed back by Wilhelm, and free he straightened his shirt out.

"You will not touch my Lord." Was all Wilhelm said before standing behind him, hand on the hilt of his greatsword. Jaime slowly got to his feet, glaring dagger at him.

"In the Stormlands. Have you lost all emotion? Tyrion stuck by you longer than all of us, and you don't seem to care." He wasn't fazed by his brothers attempt to adhere to his humanity, the thing is humanity is a weakness, it causes people of emotion to mess up and fall. And as his sister once put it 'In the Game of Thrones you win or you die', He is simply choosing to win is all. Loren took a deep breath and poured himself another goblet of wine, before looking back to his brother. "Answer me!" Jaime shouted and he sighed, sitting down and tilting his head.

"Brother." He started, sipped from his cup and continued. "I too soon realized how the family is not important to me, you are not important to me, and Tyrion is not important to me," he confessed and Jaime became shocked, upset and disappointed in him. Alas, he couldn't care less about what Jaime thought of him, all he cares for is his own dream, which will be a reality soon enough.

"Heartless. You're heartless." His brother muttered lowly and stepped closer and closer, Wilhelm attempted to step closer to stop him though he gestured for the Sworn Sword to stay where he was. Jaime pulled him by the scruff of his neck again, glaring with emotion as he grits his teeth. "You. You! You disgust me, this farce of a trial will kill him, and you would just laugh and let it happen?" He refused to speak to him, wouldn't implicate himself more than he's already done.

Jaime looked to speak but the bells rang once more, signally the resuming of this trial.

He went shortly after his brother had left, straightening out his shirt from his brother grabbing it. The floor was bustling of chatty noblemen and women, all spewing insults towards Tyrion, Sansa, and in some length him as he passed by those who would glare but shy away once he's turned his gaze on them. And having Wilhelm there is always a plus towards his own influence.

"Calling our last witness." His father spoke once everyone was settled and Tyrion looked downtrodden, understandable.

Out from the lowest row, he glanced at a passing woman, she was her brother's servant and bedmate. Shae. He thought and watched her approach the stand, his brother was absolutely destroyed from the sight of his former lover who was supposed to be across the Narrow Sea shortly before the death of his nephew.

"State your name?" His father asked him, the woman looked at Tyrion and then his father.

"Shae. My Lord." She answered timidly, guilty as all Seven Hells.

"Do you swear that your testimony will be true and honest?" The woman swore it and his father continued by pointing to Tyrion, "Do you know this man?" She looked at Tyrion again before answering.

"Yes, Tyrion Lannister." His father then asks how she knew him, "I was a handmaiden to his wife: Lady Sansa." She answered once more.

"He stands accused of murdering King Joffrey, what do you know of this?" Tywin asked her and she took some time to respond, it was almost like she didn't want to answer at all.

"I know he is guilty. He and his wife planned it together." The crowd got up as if to act distraught, it was bullshit. His father soon told the room to have order and asked Shae to continue. "Sansa wanted revenge for her brother, father, and mother for she blamed their deaths on the King... And Tyrion was happy to help; He hated Joffrey, he hated the Queen and he hated you, my Lord." The audience was outraged but kept it down, his sister acted as if she were so insulted over the matter. "He stole the poison from the Grand Maester's chamber to put it into Joffrey's wine." As a judge Oberyn of House Martell spoke up, he was originally asked but excused himself for this was personal, and kin judging against kin is horrible.

"How could you know all of this?" Prince Oberyn, "Why would he reveal such plans to his wives maid?" He continued and Shae was unsure of what to say until she did.

"I wasn't just his maid... I was his whore." Shae answered and got the entire room to laugh.

Mace Tyrell in his infinite wisdom didn't hear and asked her again. Shae would then explain the entire story, none of it sounding true though he chuckled and scoffed in humor along with everyone else. His father told the room to be silent, Oberyn japed on the 'Fuck me like it was my last night in this world' and Shae answered as courteously as she could muster without feeling utterly humiliated. Tyrion looked hurt for every word she spoke, and it angered himself for some odd reason, he shouldn't mind and yet he did.

"Shae... Please don't." Tyrion tried to speak and defend himself, but he had no strength left. Shae looked him in the eyes and said to his brother coldly.

"I am a whore. Remember?" The woman then turned back to his father and the judges. "That was before he married Sansa, afterward, all he wanted was her, but she wouldn't let him into her bed. So he promised that he would kill King Joffrey for her." The words were hard and the crowd believed it, even himself since Tyrion's lust were always strong towards beautiful maids.

"Father, I would confess... " Uttered after saying it slowly the first time, his father was quick to answer him.

"You wish to confess?" He rolled his eyes, his father could hear a bow being knocked from a yard away, he can surely hear Tyrion speaking.

What went on next would lead to some of the greatest speeches of this age, his brother was so sound and stern in telling the truth, of why father and hate, of Joffrey and bastardy, and of what a farce this entire trial was. He can even admit it was admirable and how his father looked, the old man had never looked so rage-filled since Jaime lost in the Siege of Riverrun.

He asked, no his brother demanded a Trial by Combat. The ritual to which one man would either challenge another for their freedom or have a champion do it for them. His sister looked smug, making him wonder what she has planned in her head. Jaime looked shocked and sent a glare his and fathers way as if he had something to do with the end of this matter.

That night he met with Margaery to soothe the heart of the widow, kissing her heatedly before getting out of bed. She sighed and watched his arse as he poured them both a cup of wine. Turning he saw a look of deep thought on her face, it made him curious as he sat back down by her. She huddled close and took her cup of wine. "Okay, what is wrong?" He asked after scratching his eyeless side, he preferred not to wear it when in bed.

"Don't you care that your father is possibly sentencing your bother to death, even I can see this entire thing is staged." She told him and he sighed, thinking that she had found out Shireen would be marrying Tommen and not her, an angry Margaery is quite annoying to lay in bed with. He sighed before putting his goblet on a stand, then he pulled Margaery until she was straddling him and leaving him with her breast to be seen in their full glory. Attempting to grope them she whacked them away, playfully and all. "Answer me?" She asked sweetly.

He conceded.

"I don't. It was either him or someone else, why Olenna decided to tell you would be crossing the line." He mentioned how his lover was told by her grandmother that it was her plan to kill Joffrey. She looked guilty about it and he lifted her chin to have her eyes meet his own, "Listen to me. When you become Queen, my brother's freedom or death won't matter. I just hope you don't favor Tommen's prick over my own." He teased and she shook her head and cupped his cheek, a lone finger trailing towards his socket and he felt it.

"I could never think to do that, unlike everyone in your life. I won't abandon you for a boy."

Yes, he would like that.

He sent his lover off a few short hours later to visit her would be betrothed, though it's quite the opposite. His nephew will marry Shireen and re-cement Baratheon blood to the Iron Throne, but true control will be in Lannister hands. He then focused on the rest of everything, his brothers, his father and Cersei, his lover and he kept himself determined to make everything go according to plan, even if he has to make it happen.

The next morning came the trial. Oberyn was his brothers champion, Gregor was his sisters and suffice it to say it was no contest. The match seemed to have gone his brothers way, Oberyn is a great fighter but the moment the Red Viper was thrown down by the Mountain? It was a horrendous death that all but ruined the life of one more Martell within the capital.

"Tyrion of the House Lannister, by the Seven Gods and King Tommen of the House Baratheon, first of his name. You are hereby sentenced to death."

That night after the Trial by Combat, he went to visit his father and speak about his families succession. With Jaime and Fathers agreement over Tyrion being null and void, and Tyrion's execution is scheduled in the morning. He is the last of his father's sons and the rightful heir of Casterly Rock. He was climbing the steps to the Keeps entrance when he bumped into Jaime, he looked like he came from the dungeons and had a torch in his hands.

"Went to visit Tyrion on his last night?" He asked with a smile and Jaime glared at him, still angry from earlier.

"Yes, he'll be missed. What about you? Going to ask father to be the heir?" His eyes widened once the words were uttered, how? He huffed and tried to go past but Jaime wouldn't let him. "You betrayed our brother, so here's what I did. I still accepted to be fathers heir, and now you'll be beneath me." The words came as a whisper and he narrowed his eyes on him.

Who knew his brother could be so callous and cunning. And Jaime walked off with a smug grin towards Cersei's chamber probably, to fuck her victoriously. He grit his teeth and sauntered forth, there is only one way to get his way now because if Jaime is allowed to take up residence as Lord of Casterly Rock and Cersei remaining in power then he'll have a harder time.

He got up to his father's office, no one was there so he went to the chamber room. It was opened, when he entered he saw Tyrion holding Joffrey's crossbow in his hands, why it would be in the Hands tower he doesn't know or care, just that his brother is holding the weapon in his hands. "Tyrion?" He spoke in surprise and he realized that Jaime had set the Dwarf free. On his father's bed was the lifeless corpse of Shae, Tyrion had killed her for being here.

"Get out of here, I will murder that man." Tyrion was bloodthirsty, he could see it in his brother's eyes. He now has a way for him to kill his father and ensure Tyrion never returns.

"You have to leave, no doubt Jaime has gotten someone to assist you. Now go, leave father to me." His brother looked shocked, but his brother did hand him the crossbow yet before his brother would leave, he would say one more word. "Tyrion. After tonight, you cannot return here," he uttered and Tyrion gave him a look and left with haste.

With a heavy heart, he set up the crossbow bolt, knocking it. His father wasn't in his office and neither was he in his chambers, this leaves one place. He did feel nervous and panicky, but it needs to be done, doesn't it? It's for his ambitions and he will ensure that happens but, but this is the man who made him who he was, and what he will do is what his father might have done in his position. The final step came and he forcefully pushed the door open, the crossbow held and aiming right at Tywin. His father didn't have a chance to speak before he loosed it.

The first bolt went into his father's neck, the blood spewing from his neck an all throughout the floor.

Knocking the next bolt, it loosed and went into his father's heart, moments after his father's heart and the body fell limp. It was still as his cold eyes became dull, dull as his life.

'You made a legacy, father. And I, Lord Loren Lannister will uphold that duty.' He thought with tears falling from his face, dropping the crossbow where he stood and turned on his feet.

Moments later the bells tolled for the assassination and the escape of Tyrion. His victory has come and next, the construction of his own legacy.