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They were leaving the council room when the shut door opened with a large thud.

""Your grace!"" Tywin stood up, as did everyone else in the small council, and bowed to the King, Aerys.

Following the king were the Kingsguards, with Gerold Hightower leading them.

"Your grace." Mimirsen gave a customary bow to the king, which was the least the king demanded from anyone in the audience.

Everyone was surprised to see the king come down the room, as he had holed up himself for the last 5 years in his room, even the Queen, and prince rarely met Aerys.

"Why am I not told about the Starks heir coming to my city, Tywin," Aerys spoke in a very low tone, which was very calm but that's what everybody feared.

Aerys, the Mad king showed signs of Targaryen madness, which had him show a very excited state, rash decisions, and such but the cold demeanor king was the true mad king, the burning kind.

"Your grace, you did not meet the last messengers of Dorne and Highgarden, so Tywin must have thought not to leave these little greetings to you," Varys spoke and it pleased the king that was still loyal to him, someone, who did not sing the songs of Lannister lion being a competent king than him.

"I AM THE KING! YOU CANNOT, AND WILL NOT HIDE INFORMATION OF THE REALM FROM ME!" The king shouted, which should have been an action worth fear, but everyone present sighed in relief, except the two Stark boys.

The King had a paranoia that Tywin would usurp his throne, that he would be thrown out of his seat of power, and each day it was increasing. The only soothing voice in his ears was of Varys, the eunuch coot kept him updated if anyone arose against his throne.

He only trusted his king's guards beside him, and his trust was always repaid him.

Aerys turned to Brandon for him to pay his respects, which he did by kneeling and saying his vows of loyalty, as every heir does before the king.

Watching him kneel, Aerys was pleased. He walked outside the door while shouting for everyone to listen.

"Bring the North guests to the throne room, I will serve them justice or fulfill their demands."

The realm was governed by the small council, as the king almost never showed up to his proceedings in the throne room. Calling the council in the throne room for the North entourage was an insult to Dorne and Highgarden, as the nobles used to get insulted very quickly.

The small council room was emptied as everyone followed the King to the Iron throne.

Mimirsen came before the king in the center.

"Explain the purpose of your visit, Northen guest."

"I am Mimirsen Jim and by the authority of Lord Rickard Stark, I have come here to ask for a loan from the throne of 8 million golden dragons, may the glory remain with the dragons." Mimirsen broke the tread that was holding his gold dragon necklace he wore silently, turned it into a Valyrian piece, and offered his gift to the king.

'Lucky of me to anticipate the king's presence during our meeting, the dragon piece would please him at some level.'

The king's guard took the necklace to the king, who after examining it replaced all his gold jewelry with that one dragon medallion.

"What does the North plan to do with 8 million gold coins?"

Tywin stayed emotionless but the Master of coin, Quarlton Clelsted complained to the king, "My king, the negotiation of this grant has already care place by Lord hand, we have spared them 6 million for them to repay 6,666,666 in 6 years."

Tywin's brows frowned on this foolery of the coin master.

Tywin knew the King's hate for him, the sole reason for him living here and acting at the hand of the King was because even Aerys knew of Tywins capabilities as an administrator.

'Aerys would definitely poke his nose in the matters which he considered to be of less importance and this was one of them.'

"AND I AM THE KING! ON WHOSE NAME THE COIN WAS BEING GRANTED!" The king turned his attention to Mimirsen.

"SPEAK"

"Your Highness, the north is always Winter stricken. With this long winter, lords of the north die as the smallfolk does. We seek to improvise deals with the South while maintaining a merchant fleet of our own to end the food shortage once and for all. If you would be kind to loan us the gold, the north would be eternally grateful towards the great dragons." 'until you kill our kin, that is

Aerys beamed with joy in his mind. As things bode, he saw no one to be his ally against anyone. Everyone was his enemy.

Initially, he was against giving the North a single copper penny of his crown, but this could make the North loyal to him.

It was said that Stark's word could be sold for a person's weight in gold. Kings and Queens have come and gone, but none witnessed North men breaking their word.

Oaths from the lords bound them to the throne, but in the Game, he was a lonely contestant.

This could give him some much-needed support in his time of need, thinking something along these lines, he glanced at the young Brandon Stark and made a decision of his own.

"I will grant the 8 million gold, without interest for 6 years, also I propose Benjen Stark to serve as a squire under Kingsguard Gerold" The King announced and stood up, playing with the Valyrian dragon at his neck, leaving the Iron throne empty again for months to come.

It was unprecedented for a Northern man to take vows of the seven but is Benjen was adamant about choosing this to be his path in the future, the Starks would wholeheartedly support him.

The Master of Coin was not pleased, but he was made pleased by his mind when he remembered how the King served justice to those who questioned his decisions.

Tywin lamented losing an opportunity to get the ingot, as who knows if Mimirsen would have more need of money, enough to sell something as precious as Valyrina steel, but there would come a day where this debt needs to be repaid, maybe then- (oh this debt needs not to be repaid, Tywin.)

Jim glanced at Benjen who was excited to squire under one of the best knights of time. It was equivalent to becoming a ward under Gerolt.

Benjen always thought of swearing his sword to an honorable cause. Even as a kid he dreamt of joining the order of Night's Watch, which was thought to be on the same ground as becoming a knight in the South. Brandon shared his feelings and so did Jim.

Brandon left them on the way to the inn to indulge in the carnal desires of men. He was left to leave for Winterfell in three days, while Jim would be leaving to meet the Lords of Highgarden for more gold for his projects in the North.