The Mockingbird Sings no More

He snarled as he glared at the city which was taken, taken by that damned traitor of an uncle.

"Baelish!" He yelled out, a moment passes before a shackled Petyr Baelish was thrown forward and looked like a mess with grime and dirt covering him.

"Lord, I swear- I had no knowledge of this! A decision came upon by Kevan himself!" Damon hit Baelish in the mouth to shut him up. He snarled and knelt to the worm, grabbing his hair and pulling it back.

He doesn't believe him, but then why would he surrender the key to the North?

"If not, then there are other reasons to bind and beat you. You refused to acknowledge me as your sovereign, was in open rebellion before your fellow rebels ousted you and now, your men are mine or scattered after I destroyed you." He said to Baelish, making the fool remember the battle or slaughter that took place shortly after Sansa was given to him.

Baelish thought he was better equipped to trample him, so he played along... Until the night after both parties came upon one another.

Lord Tarly led a night attack on the Valemen, taking highborn captives and slaughter a good number of Baelish's force. 5,000 men died and the other 7,000 surrendered once all commanders were under his thumb.

He pardoned and got the loyalties of those same commanders and highborn, promising them that the Vale will be theirs once more. Harold Hardying, some fool from a minor House but related to the late Lord Jon Arryn, he named him the leader of the Vale force and ordered for a hard march to the capital, and now here they are.

Baelish, he thought he had all the cards, all the power and he proved that you can have as many plans as you can, but, without proper tactics and an understanding of the enemy who was once allied? You are just another ignorant man with a little influence.

"I am willing to spare you, Baelish, only if you prove yourself useful to me." Baelish looked up to him, "It is a dangerous task, and I can see one way you will survive, so, decisions." He told Baelish who looked to King's Landing.

"... Yes."

After hearing the man say yes, he ordered for the train of merchants to continue heading for the capital to buy and sell goods, just hidden within are a dozen of men in disguise and Baelish to boot.

He doesn't want his uncle to know he is here, not yet, so he camped up the river of the God's Eye. He'll resume the march when he knows that Baelish and his party have entered the city, then they will make themselves known to his uncle and every other traitor within the city.

He has Randyll Tarly and his heir, Dickon advised drawing his uncle into the field with a few thousand, to make it seem like they have lost more in their attack on Lord Baelishs camp. That way, they can defeat him with numbers and shock tactics with their cavalry, or they lay siege to the Lion Gate and Gate of the Gods in a simultaneous assault.

He liked both plans, but first, they would get a layout of their enemy infrastructure.

Ah, but right now, he has a visit to pay to a Little Bird.

Sansa was startled when he entered her tent- Or the one he gave to her as befits her station as a Lady. She looked fearful, but her face was calm as wind, any fool would believe she was brave when in reality, she's as scared as she ever was.

"Enjoying your time with us, again?" He mocked and she rose her hand to strike him, anger washing away her fear. He caught her hand and held on to her wrist.

"You are cruel! You're a monster!" Words like those don't affect him, not anymore, not since he murdered his father and two siblings.

"The world is cruel and monstrous, Lady Sansa. I was like you, until I turned five and my father shaped me to handle the world... I am what this world has created." He said with a lack of care, she stared at him and tried pulling her hand away but he only held it firm.

She has grown in her time away, she is a beautiful young woman now. No wonder Robert chose her to marry Joffrey, probably would have taken her himself if she wasn't a Stark. He thought as he looked her over and felt a tinge of desire.

"Fear not, Sansa." He started and she looked at him in confusion, "You are my brother's wife. You are a Lannister, now... You are where you belong." He let her go, stepping back for a moment and he could have sworn to have seen gratitude in her eyes through that action.

"... I am pleased to be with family once more, my Lord Lannister." Lord Lannister, he loves it more when a woman calls him that.

With that in mind, he began thinking about his own wife, his Lady Lannister... And his son.

He hasn't seen them in almost four months, not since he marched to fight in the Riverlands. He wonders if his heir is growing big, strong, and maybe a little wild but not enough to cause his mother discomfort.

"You are becoming a better liar, no doubt from Baelish's influence. Know that you have been cleared of regicide, my brother too. I know it wasn't either of you that killed Joffrey." He said and Sansa's plump lips twitched into a small smile.

"Oh, I know, my Lord. My dear uncle Petyr said it was you, him, and Lady Olenna that had good King Joffrey murdered at his own wedding." He smirked and turned to her, letting one of his hands stroke her cheek fondly, the action made his desire flare and he quickly put it down.

"And the Realm will flourish for it. Men such as us have to make cruel and immoral decisions to save the next generation." He left that for Sansa to think about before leaving and gathering his Lords for supper, that and to plan their offensive further.

Margaery 

Mira helped her into a gown when Qyburn returned telling her that some men have broken through the lines, they are within the Red Keep and have the Hands pendant.

A smile broke then, her husband is back and hopefully with a large enough force to lay siege to King's Landing.

The downside is that the only thing that lost them the city and Lancaster was that they didn't expect it, Kevan Lannister was an ally until that night, catching the city unawares. Her husband will not have such circumstance on their side, there will be a battle and depending on what the Seven do, it will be quite bloody for both sides.

She can only hope that Kevan is the one that suffers, that the traitor and all other fellow traitors meet their ends.

She walked into one of the rooms and saw a surprising sight, "Lord Baelish?!" She was surprised, shocked, even. "I see you've seen better days."

"I have, far better than Loren's enemies, I regret to have crossed paths with him when I did, my Lady." Baelish croaked out a response and she smiled, folding her arms over her bosom which over the weeks had grown a little heavier.

"Where is he, Lord Baelish? Where is my husband?" She asked and Baelish spoke the truth.

"Southwest, going up the Gods Eye. He and 14,300 men, half of the strength of the Vale and his Reach and Westermen." She breathed a sigh of relief, that is more than enough men to attack King's Landing with, her husband can defeat Kevan and his army.

"You accomplished a good deed, Lord Baelish. You may rest here for a time before leaving back to Loren." She told Baelish who nodded before being escorted out by the men sent with him.

She rested well that evening, thinking of her husband and of the nights she will have when she has him in her embrace once more.

A Day & the Night Later 

Baelish and the party sent with him walked out of the secret passage, they were wary as they killed six men that were navigating the ways into the Red Keep.

"They are getting closer." One of the men, Bryan said. Another, Harrold was his name had scoffed.

"Then we best get back to the Hand. No point staying somewhere only to die." The men were in agreement, even Petyr Baelish who was more scared of going back to Loren's camp than staying here but either way would mean death for him.

The party of ten were heading down an alley in Flea Bottom when one of the men forced Baelish against a wall, another held the up-jumped Lord in place as he struggled.

"What is the meaning of this?! Let me go!" The leader of the ten was a Lordling, the son of Lord Roland Crakehall named Lyle, also known as the Strongboar.

"I am Ser Lyle Crakehall, my liege told me to do this once we met with the Lady Lannister," Lyle told Baelish and took out a dagger, one that Baelish knows well. "He thought it justice, asked his good-sister and found this. Now don't struggle, it's quite sharp." And with a swift motion, the Valyrian steel dagger ran across Baelish's neck and spilled his blood on the stone.

Loren never forgives a slight, just like his father before him and having Baelish talk down to his liege, in the presence of his Lords of all people... It couldn't go unpunished. So, the decision was made to kill Baelish here, in the place that gave him the most power.

He and his party left Baelish where he lies, to rot and be found by those traitors who would bite the hand that feeds them. He more than anything wants a fight, if he had the numbers, he would remain and sabotage Kevan's hold.

No, that's exactly what he will do. A smirk ran across his bearded face as he stopped his men.

"One shall go, tell Lord Lannister that I will remain here and watch things. I don't trust this task to be for small men." He told them and chuckled, "Ask him to send a white raven to signal for the attack and I shall do my part, now go!" He exclaimed as one of the men nodded and went down to another path, heading outside Mud Gate and found a horse which would take him to the Lannister encampment.

Eight days later, Loren Lannister called for a meeting on his decision to combat his uncle and ordered for 4,000 riders and 3,000 infantry to leave, he led them until he was a league away from the capital. It was an insult that his uncle would dress the sigil a different color, a red lion on a field of gold.

The horns blew at his command, blew again and got the attention at the Gate of the Gods. Once more and the force of his uncle manned the walls, archer's ready for him.

A fourth time and he could see with one eye that his uncle has appeared.

"Alright, uncle... Time to see if this young Lion can bring down an old mane such as yourself."