8.Reality

I was walking towards my room, when suddenly a servant stopped me.

"Young Lord. My Lady has gone into labour."These words shook me completely. In a dazed state I made my way towards her room. The maids were rushing here and there. The maester and a very old woman were responsible for caring for my mother. She had been brought specially from the capital.

My uncle was also outside in the garden. I went up to him and asked,

"Uncle where is father?"

"Your father will be here tonight. Hopefully the babe would be born by then."

I noded and sat down. My sword shield was Aslan was with me as well. I didn't know how long I waited. But suddenly, a servant shook me, and spoke hurriedly

"Young Lord my lady is bleeding out. She has called for you>"

I dreaded those words. I ran towards the room and saw my mother with a haggard face. The sheets were filled with blood. She beckoned me to come closer.

" You could have saved me, You failed me. You are not my son , you MONSTER."

"NO NO NO NOOOO!!!!!!!!!'"

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Suddenly I was shaken up. I looked around and saw my mother looking at me with a worried expression. The servants also seemed worried. She hugged me and asked,

"What happened Tyland. They called for me saying you were shouting in your sleep for some time."

I looked at her and dread filled me up. Perhaps it was a warning, a prediction. I breathed in her scent and hugged her allowing my worries to ease up.

"Nothing mother, just a nightmare I am fine. You should rest I will be alright."

She didn't seem convinced but agreed nonetheless.

"Be careful. If there is anything troubling you. You can always talk to me." She said and got up to leave my room.

The Lannisters followed The seven. There were a few godswood in the lands but the main religion was The seven. I didn't particularly like any of the religions< but in a world filled with magic and betrayal gods were the least of my worries. I prayed again to whomever god was listening to protect my mother.

My businesses were ding well. Now that I could move things officially, they rapidly spread throughout the Westernlands. My Uncle Gerion wanted to make a journey to Valyria, but I convinced him to postpone it and wait till we made some better ships and equipment.

My father was still serving as hand of the king. Prince Rhaegar had started taking part in his princely duties. I had not met him but he was already quite famous for his beauties. Aerys, though sour from the marriage between mother and father still was quite sane. There was some dissent from people knowing about the weakening Targaryen power. But it was still in hush and whispers.

I spent most of my time the following days with my mother. She would tell me of her friendship with the Queen and the lady Martell. She would also tell me about the court and its intricacies, often humoring with tales of father and herself.

My training with the sword was going well. I was not as strong as the mountain perhaps but was no slouch either. I prided myself in my speed and used it to dodge instead of parrying strikes. I was not as talented as Arthur Dayne but due to my mature thinking and advanced workout involving stretches and better excercises, I was way ahead of my peers. Even at age 9 I could beat squires of age 12 or 13 easily.

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One day, while I was practicing with my sworn shields. A servant informed me,

"Young Lord the lady has gone into labour."

I got up and followed him out, once again praying for her safety and health.