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Chapter 6: CH3 The Lion's DenChapter Text

Chapter 6 The Lion's Den

Kevan Lannister

The pain was suddenly gone.

He sat up with a grimace, but the pain remained gone. Kevan blinked several times trying to clear his eyes, the green light had blinded him. He felt so much pain for a flicker before it was gone. The press of the people around him, his guards trying to push through the crowds the shouts and screams of panic and then pain as the hells were unleashed in the Sept of Baelor.

He remembered the final look of disbelief on the cursed High Sparrow face. He'd taken some solace from that look of despair as the flames came for them all.

He shuddered, that final moment had been so quick for a moment he though he'd actually seen the High Sparrow's bones.

He blinked his eyes, finally clearing them. He found himself surrounded by darkness. Shades and shadows now clouded his eyes. He blinked repeatedly trying to adjust to the sudden darkness

Finally, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he stared around him trying to get his bearings.

He blinked. Then blinked again.

He quickly rubbed his eyes trying to clear them.

Finally, he realised that he was were he thought he was.

He was in his own rooms in Casterly Rock, sitting up in his own familiar bed. He stared around perplexed. Everything was exactly as he had left it. So many familiar objects, the rich and expensive decorations in Lannister red and the golden lion stitched into the resplendent fabrics.

So I am dead, he thought with a deep sigh. Cersei...damn you girl, you knew I would be there! Why did you do it? What possessed you! He cursed silently.

He fumed angrily and let him fall back onto his pillows in defeat. He nearly jumped out of skin as an unexpected moan and movement came from beside him. He twirled around to look....

"Dorna?" he uttered breathlessly.

She moaned again and turned over in her sleep.

Oh my sweet Dorna...gently he reached out and caressed her peaceful face.

Thoughts of his death and Cersei's betrayal fled from him.

Is this my reward for a life of faithful service? A return to the quiet life with my beloved Dorna? An eternity of serenity and peace in our home?

Gently, he turned on his side and leaned forward to plant a kiss on her forehead.

Dorna stirred as he leaned back, her eyes opening and she stared up at his looming face with sleepy eyes.

"Did I wake you, my dear?" she asked sleepily. "Was I tossing too much?"

A feeling of such happiness filled him as he stared into her eyes, "No my dear...I just...had a dream."

In response, she patted his shoulder tenderly, "Go back to sleep Kevan, you have a long day tomorrow," she replied sleepily.

He gave her another happy smile before kissing her deeply. She giggled saucily, sounding much more awake now, "Now, Kevan? It's very late...and you have a very busy day tomorrow."

Instead of answering, he started kissing her again, his lips lingering on hers, and going down the side of her neck while his hands roved down her body, clutching at her soft yielding flesh. Her body began to respond to him, her breath coming faster and she was moaning into his ear now.

He cast his nightmarish death aside, far from his mind. Cersei and her madness wasn't here. The High Sparrow and his grubby hands and dirty feet weren't here. The power hungry Tyrells weren't here.

Just Dorna.

His dear and willing wife.

And right now, that was all that mattered to him.

He let go and lost himself in the throes of their shared passion.

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Tyrion Lannister

Sneaking back into Casterly Rock in the dead of the night brought back memories. Waking up in that Lannisport whorehouse, brought back even more. Awakening in that ample bosomed blonde's embrace had been fun. He used to enjoy his time with her there, oh so long ago.

He smiled to himself, such fond memories. He sighed. I'm going to make it to eighty this time! He vowed silently to himself as he continued waddling forward. His thoughts turned to the plan, Too late to talk to Uncle Kevin now, I'll have to do that first thing in the morning...

Tyrion ran into something unyielding. He reeled back but managed to stay on his feet. He stared up at the unyielding object he had ran into. It took him a couple of seconds to recognize the bulk of Ser Daven Lannister. Why was Cousin Daven dressed in armour at this hour? Daven had a strange expression on his face and was staring at him intensely.

"Ah, Cousin. I didn't see you there," Tyrion said lightly, fidgeting under Daven's unusually intense stare.

Daven Lannister continued to stare at Tyrion for a moment, before beginning gravely, "I don't have a beard any more and I just left father in his rooms. My sisters...they were there as well. I just left after calming Cerenna down...I remember the Winter coming. So did she," He paused and gave Tyrion a very mournful look, "I remember what is coming and that we lost. Father, mother and Myrielle don't remember."

Tyrion stared for a minute, "uh..." He quickly went through what Daven had just told him. "Oh...fuck me..."

Daven snorted and smiled, "I'd rather not....do you remember? Do you know what's going on?"

Tyrion blinked then grabbed Daven's hand dragging him into a poorly lit corner of the corridor.

"How do you remember?" Tyrion questioned warily as he peered around for hiding listeners.

"You're asking me?" Daven sputtered in surprise, "How do you remember?"

Tyrion frowned, casting another suspicious look around, "It was Brandon Stark, he cast a spell...but only me and Uncle Kevan were supposed to remember, at least here anyway." he explained in shock.

"Good job then...I remember. Cerenna remembers. Some of the guards remember. Some of the servants. And that's just the few I've discovered since I awoke up back here," Daven explained in annoyance.

Tyrion had been listening and had grown paler and paler with each of Daven's words.

One thought echoed foremost through his mind, What the fuck happened?! The sacrifices went ahead as planned, his hand subconsciously went to where he had stabbed himself, so what happened? Why do so many people remember?

"Uh...yes...well," Tyrion started.

Daven smirked at him, "Good to see you're as silver tongued as ever."

Tyrion gave Daven an irritated look and cleared his throat, his mind trying to think of the implications of everything and what to do, "Yes well, we need to deal with this problem quickly, things will not go well with so many people remembering," he paused as a horrific thought crossed his keen mind, "Especially, if father remembers."

"I think he'll have a extra special spike for your big head." Daven agreed.

Tyrion winced and nodded, ".....if father remembers...and believes. I believe you are right, he'll, make me the Quarterman instead of the Halfman," Tyrion finished with considerable aplomb, "Right! I need to speak with Uncle Kevan now...and not in the morning." he said sharply.

"You need to speak with me first," cut in a hard demanding voice.

Tyrion turned to face the speaker, and a nervous smile spread across his face, "Aunt Genna. What a pleasant surprise." he deadpanned.

His usually indomitable aunt stood there, looking flustered and nervous, "I heard you speaking. And I remember the cold. I remember the Winter."

Another person to remember...thought Tyrion, fear rising in him.

He put on a brave face burying his disquiet, "And dear uncle Emmon?" Tyrion asked, "Does he remember as well?"

Aunt Genna snorted in a very unladylike fashion, "Emmon is cowering under his bed," she pursed her generous lips in annoyance, "Though whether he's hiding from Arya Stark or the Dead is anyone's guess." she explained in disgust. She paused and pursed her lips, "I shudder to think of the chaos that may be happening currently at the Twins, if they remember as we do." She stopped and gave Tyrion a very calculating look, "You said you had a plan? A plan for what?"

Tyrion rallied and met his aunt's demanding gaze, "Basically, stop the War of Five Kings from beginning, then preparing for the Long Night."

Genna raised an eyebrow, "That is a tall order and with Cersei and Jaime's mistakes, it's somewhat doubtful it will be achieved without at least some bloodshed."

"Yes well we have to...if we don't, we all die," Tyrion retorted.

"He does have a point, my Lady," Daven added in support.

Genna huffed, and grew pensive before answering.

"I would like to keep my brothers alive...this time." she remarked off hand in an uncharacteristically humble voice. After a moment she shook herself and then gave them both withering glares, "Let us go talk to Kevan, if that is your plan..he'll listen to me whether he wants to or not!" Genna announced in a huff, her proud tones once more restored. She walked off without giving either of them time to respond.

Tyrion shared with Daven a helpless look before they hurried to catch up with indomitable Lady Genna.

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Kevan Lannister

The pounding distracted him for a moment from Dorna. He tried to pay it no attention, giving all his attention to Dorna. And the here and now...their shared passion.

"Kevan? Kevan!" he heard a distant voice calling, it sounded like Genna. Why was she here now? What could she possibly want at this time of night?

He heard a crash from outside and Genna's irate voice came again and was much closer.

"Get up Kevan! We have to talk!" Genna shouted as she stormed into his bedchambers.

Dorna's squeal of dismay and embarrassment echoed in the chambers as Genna was quickly joined by both Tyrion and Daven. The two men had the decency to blush and turn away as his and Dorna's compromising situation was realised.

"Well? Come on brother we have important matters to speak of!" exclaimed Genna, not at all discomforted by the situation, "Either finish or come along," she finished lewdly.

Kevan cast a glowering look at his younger sister, his face flushed red, "Genna! What are doing? Leave immediately!"

"Forgive us uncle, but time is not something that we have to spare," Tyrion called out.

Kevan scowled darkly, "This is not the time for discussions!" he growled angrily as Dorna disappeared completely, using him and the covers of their bed to hide out of sight.

"You should listen to what we have to say, Ser Kevan," Daven added respectfully, though in a chagrined tone.

"Unless the Rock is under attack by actual dragons, you need to leave now!" roared back Kevan, his mood darkening with every unwanted comment.

Tyrion audibly gulped before speaking plainly, "The Sept of Baelor. The Wildfire...."

"....Cersei," finished Kevan breathlessly, his rage disappearing and being replaced with fear. Suddenly, for the first time in a very long time, he felt fear.

It was a dream! A nightmare! Wasn't it?

"Get dressed brother, we'll be waiting outside," Genna said firmly, before gathering her skirts and returning to the antechamber of his rooms, Daven and Tyrion following quickly behind.

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They were waiting for him. He'd dressed hastily, his clothes were disheveled but he was marginally presentable by Lannister standards. Dorna had a heavy cloak wrapped around herself, enough to make her somewhat presentable.

"It was just a dream!" were the first words out if his mouth as he confronted them.

Tyrion gave him a pained smile, "I wish it was Uncle, but I can assure you it all happened. Every mad, painful moment of it all."

"How is all this possible? I..." Kevan faltered.

"The hows are not important now, it was magic. Leave it at that for now, I can explain later." Tyrion explained. "What is important is why we did this! Me and you we should remember but no one else here should," he finished gesturing at Daven, Genna and Dorna.

Kevan mulled over it slowly wondering why him and Tyrion? But his mind came up blank. A stray thought came to him...Lancel!

"What about Lancel? He wasn't with us...when it happened," Kevan suddenly asked. A part of him prayed that his last son had been spared his own horrid fate. Death by Wildfire was not a good death.

"As Varys told me, Lancel was next to the casks of Wildfire...when it happened," Tyrion admitted slowly.

Kevan suddenly couldn't breath for a moment. Lancel...you stupid boy. His last son gone...Willem, Martyn, Lancel and me...all gone. How did Dorna live with this after we were all gone?

"Lancel? What happened to Lancel?" squeaked Dorna in fear, cutting in. She cast perturbed looks between them all.

"He joined the Faith Militant, he was aiding the High Sparrow in King's Landing after Tommen became King," Daven explained offhandedly.

Dorna turned pale and was trembling now, "What are you talking about? Tommen, King? But King Robert is still alive! And Prince Joffrey!"

Kevan's mourning was cut short as he frowned, and cast a look at her, Doesn't she remember?

Tyrion beat him to the question, "Don't you remember what happened?"

Dorna stared about in mystification as the others all stared at her in surprise.

"Remember what?"

Tyrion blinked twice before quickly asking, "What do you remember? Wait...no, what is going to happened tomorrow?"

"Lord Tywin is to hold court tomorrow. Many of the Lords are coming and he wanted Kevan to supervise all the preparations from dawn. And you were leaving on the morrow to meet the King and Queen in the Riverlands as they made their way to Winterfell." Dorna said in confusion.

Tyrion stared at Dorna for a moment, the blood draining from his face, before responding, "That's bad...Jon Arryn's already dead, so the plan is now completely and utterly fucked...." he said in a deadpan.

Genna rapidly stepped in as Tyrion turned pensive, "My dear, why don't you go back to sleep and leave this to us. I'm sure Kevan can explain everything later," she ordered firmly.

"Go back to bed my dear, I will join you after I finished with all of...this," Kevan added with a wave of his hand.

Dorna cast them all disturbed looks, before nodding and quietly obeying.

After she was gone they all stared at one another before Tyrion finally broke the silence.

"Nothing is going according to the plan." he looked very disturbed.

"What was this plan?" Kevan asked.

Tyrion cast a strange look at Genna before giving him the broad strokes of the plan. They wanted to depose and remove Tywin as the Lord of Casterly Rock and place Tyrion in his stead. Kevan was too stunned to immediately react. The Dragons of Daenerys Targaryen were coming. The madness didn't stop there, they told him why they really needed to do this.

The Others were coming....

...with their army of the dead.

The Long Night was upon them once more.

He looked between them looking for any sign of joking. This had to be a jape! They couldn't be serious! But all he saw were serious and tense faces staring back at him.

After a moment of staring, Kevan rubbed his face in disbelief. They wanted him to betray Tywin? After all the years of loyal service to his brother, Daven, Tyrion and Genna wanted him to break his oaths? His own brother? ….And the Long Night? To hear Genna, of all people talking about the Others! Is this madness? Is this what madness felt like?

"And this is a good enough reason to turn against Tywin?! If this threat is true and as great as you say then we should stand united with him against it! You would ask me to turn against my own brother and our rightful Liege!" he thundered angrily.

Tyrion's lips compressed into thin line, "All of Father's actions have made that an impossibility, there can be no unity as long as father leads the Westerlands. Our would be allies would never join with us because of him. And you know father, he will never believe that magic exists or that the Others are an actual threat till its too late! He would rage about snarks and grumkins. Just tales to be ignored." he replied adamantly.

Kevan scowled as much of Tyrion's words rang true in his ears.

"We are despised by Dorne. The Stormlands are wary of us. The Vale, the Riverlands and the North do not trust us and think us dishonorable. The Reach are constantly trying to prove they are richer than us and would happily see us ruined. This is what father's hubris has wrought! " Tyrion finished adamantly.

Kevan squirmed not liking the amount of sense that was being thrown in his face, he cast about, mentally looking about for the right words to deny their words and dissuade them, "Tywin has always tried to do right by you and your siblings despite his own feelings."

Tyrion snorted in derision, "Father's legacy is what doomed us." he took in a deep breath, "Let's talk about what father's strive for a worthy Legacy led to. Cersei. Everything Stannis said about her and Jaime were true. Do you want to know what happened after your death? Sweet innocent Tommen killed himself because of what Cersei did. Then she took the throne for herself." his eyes met Kevan's unflinching as Kevan winced at the words. Tyrion continued unabashed, "Uncle...Cersei burned you in Wildfire." he calmly proclaimed. "When she became Queen, things became even worse with each passing day, until eventually...she sent Ser Gregor to kill Jaime."

The beginning of Kevan's scowl at the reminder of his fate, turned into shocked incomprehension at Tyrion's last comment.

"Cersei...sent the Mountain to kill...Jaime?" the last come out as a whisper. "But...but..." words failed him as the depth of Cersei's madness began to shine brighter.

"In the end...it was Jaime. Jaime...it fell to him to bring her madness to an end." Tyrion finished mournfully, the words coming out forced and not in Tyrion's usual glib manner.

He stared down at his nephew, he felt light headed now. He couldn't have heard that right. Jaime...Jaime...He shook his head unable to fathom the horrors that had come after his death.

He remembered them as children. Jaime and Cersei had been inseparable, even pretending to trade place while still very young. Jaime and Cersei. The Golden Twins. Just and bright, shining examples of the proud Lannister Legacy. Tywin and Joanna had been so proud. Kevan mourned for the sweet he girl he once knew. He mourned for the deed Jaime had been forced into. If Joanna still lived, she would have died of a broken heart.

A stray, hopeful, thought came to Kevan, can we save Cersei from her own madness? "What if she doesn't remember?" a hint of hope betrayed his thoughts to Tyrion and Genna.

"I think its a little late for that Kevan," Genna gruffly cut in, "She's already doomed herself with her antics with Jaime."

"Uncle," began Tyrion timidly, "Cersei has always been evil. Joffrey didn't get his cruelty from Jaime. He got it from Cersei. She's always been cruel and evil."

"If she doesn't remember, than we can get some sense into the girl!" Kevan argued. The image of the innocent little girl she had been, so like her kind mother, dear cousin Joanna, Tywin's better half, shone in his mind's eye. The memory was a relic of happier times at the Rock.

Tyrion suddenly looked at the ground looking guilty, "I'm sorry Uncle," he looked up and his deeply saddened eyes met Kevan's, "Melara Hetherspoon."

Kevan frowned, Cersei's dead playmate? "Melara? That girl's been long dead. What does she have to do with any of this?" he asked in confusion.

Tyrion sighed deeply, "Cersei murdered her. It was Cersei not the witch."

A chill settled in his heart as the image of sweet girl Cersei had been burnt and became ash.

"What?" came Genna's shaken voice. She was white as a sheet now, the resolved look on her face replaced with actual fear and disbelief now. Apparently, this was news to her as well.

"The witch gave Cersei a prophecy and she pushed Melara down that well to keep it a secret," Tyrion explained simply continuing on despite their sudden silence. The tone of his words belied the sheer horror his words contained.

The image had always been a lie. Cersei was a monster. She'd always been the monster. The strong and powerful woman Tywin had been cultivating, was a strong and powerful monster.

Kevan looked at Genna, they shared a horrified look. He looked at Daven who had an equally as disturbed expression on his face.

Kevan rubbed his face, "I...I..." his legs felt weak and on pure instinct he moved himself to a chair and collapsed into it.

He was still and numb for a long time. Tyrion came to him and pushed a cup of wine into his hand. He stared at it for a minute dumbly, before raising it to his lips and drinking deeply.

The wine burnt as it went down his throat. The pain subsided as he stared into the empty cup.

"This is all true? It's not a nightmare?" Kevan asked hoarsely, not looking up.

Tyrion gave him a pitying look, "Beyond a doubt."

Kevan blinked for a couple of times before holding his cup out to Tyrion. His nephew rapidly refilled it and Kevan rapidly gulped it, steadying his nerves.

"There is more, isn't there?" he asked.

Tyrion nodded mournfully, "Much more...but father must be removed first." he paused and gave him a timid smile, "It...will help if you think of Martyn and Willem. They're alive again and they don't have to die this time. We can save them."

"What of Lancel?" Kevan asked shakily. Was his firstborn as far gone as Cersei?

Tyrion winced, "If he remembers...probably. If he doesn't, there may be a chance."

He closed his eyes in pain, remembering the innocent baby Lancel had been, what felt like a lifetime ago. His thoughts then turned to his older brother, that he loved. He remembered the older brother he'd worshiped, that he'd been loyal to for all his life. And they wanted him to turn against him...

He felt a hand on his shoulder, he opened his eyes and looked up to see Genna standing there, she squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"It has to be done Kev." Genna said in a small voice.

He gave her a small smile, she hadn't called him that for a long time.

"Tywin restored our House after Father's missteps." She shook her head, "But he took it too far. His path leads to the same end as Father's. Tyrion is right we must do this." she finished mournfully.

Slowly, as if sleeping, he felt himself nodding. He would betray his brother. He felt a deep part of him shudder and break.

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Tywin Lannister

He sat at his desk, in his solar, sipping a glass of wine. The familiarity of the surroundings calming his strained nerves.

I am your son. I have always been you son...

Tyrion's cold, calculating voice echoed in his ears.

Tywin could still feel the pain in his side were the quarrels hit. It was almost as if it had really happened.

"Madness..." he said to himself. Such a vivid dream. What brought this on?

He took another sip from his wine.

He'd seen the date on the missives on his desk, Robert and Cersei should be about to set out for Winterfell. And his damned dwarf of son would set out tomorrow to meet them. This dream hadn't happened. It was just a dream. Robert would go to Winterfell and name Eddard Stark Hand of the King just as the missives from Pycelle had said.

Tywin sneered, Eddard Stark, that honorable Northern fool.

The dream came back to haunt him.

No...Cersei's smirking face came back to haunt him.

You don't know do you? Her smirk mocked him.

He took a deep drink from his goblet.

Everything they say about Jaime and me is true...

Your Legacy is a lie... her voice preyed on his psyche and tormented him.

No..No! It was impossible! It didn't happen!

My Legacy is not a LIE!

He slammed his goblet down, wine sloshing on his missives, but he didn't care. He got up and paced around his solar, trying to calm himself down and banish the dream from his mind.

The door to his solar slamming open cut off his angry musings and he turned to face whoever was there with a deep scowl for barging in unannounced.

He found Kevan, Genna, and Tyrion assembling in front of him. Daven closed the door and stood by it. They all appeared tense and on edge. This did not bode well. His scowl deepened as his eyes lingered on Tyrion.

"What has happened?" he glowered, wondering what calamity had occurred at this hour, but welcoming any distraction from his mad dream, despite his son's presence.

Uncharacteristically, they didn't jump to answer him. Kevan looked remarkably subdued and solemn. Genna looked angry, but looked to be actually holding back whatever barbs she wanted to say, and Tyrion...he looked defiant. His head held high and his eyes shone with contempt.

What in the name of the Seven is going on?

He sneered back at Tyrion's impetuous look, "Well?" he demanded balefully.

The silence continued on for several more minutes.

"I am your son. I have always been your son," Tyrion finally stated.

All thoughts fled from Tywin's mind for a moment of disbelieving fear. He shook as the last words he had heard in the dream were repeated back at him by his killer. For a long moment he stood frozen and unreacting. He forced his mind to work and he stared daggers at Tyrion.

"You remember."

IT was a dream! "Remember what?"

"It was no dream, father. I did kill you while you sat on the privy," Tyrion stated fearlessly. Genna and Kevan winced at the words. "The great and powerful, Tywin Lannister, killed as he took a shit. What a way to be remembered."

Rage overcame him and he trembled at Tyrion's words.

"It was just a dream!" he denied even as deep down he did not truly believe his own words.

"It was no dream, Tywin," Genna shook her head mournfully, "we all remember it. And we all know what happened after you died."

He turned on Tyrion, "You worthless worm! You are nothing without your family! And you would betray us? Betray me?" he seethed, exploding with rage, "I should have thrown you into the sea!"

Tyrion wasn't cowed by his wrathful words and reacted strangely to his ire.

"Worthless? I am nothing?" Tyrion laughed a hearty laugh and gave him a wicked smile, contorting his dwarfish features in a repulsive manner. "Oh I do love it when I prove you wrong on all accounts, dear father," he began his tone now dripping with sarcasm and a hard mirth, "I am not nothing. I was...and still am! Hand to the Queen, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of her name, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea...and a whole bunch of other names that we can get to later," he finished with a happy snort.

The sneer disappeared from Tywin's face and he stared down at his dwarf son in disbelief. His rage was replaced with confusion.

"All the reports were right, she really did have dragons at her command! She brought them to Westeros and decided to use them to play Gardeners and Targaryens with the Tarlys and Jaime." Tyrion paused and rolled his eyes in annoyance, "And Jaime barely escaped that day, no thanks to his own stupidity. Father...it was a second Field of Fire."

Tywin paled, dragons? His mind raced as plans came to his mind, she would have to eliminated quickly then! Before they could hatch this time. But first he had to deal with this traitor!

"Throw this traitor in irons! I will decide what will be done with him in the morning!" Tywin growled angrily at the strangely silent Kevan.

"No." said Kevan quietly.

All his thoughts came to sudden stop for more than a moment as he suddenly twisted to stare at Kevan, "What?" he eventually asked in a startled tone.

Kevan had a resolved look on his face now, "No, brother." he paused and sorrow came to his face, "I cannot obey you today."

Tywin blinked as if seeing Kevan for the first time in a lifetime. A moment of confusion passed as he couldn't comprehend what was happening now. What is Kevan doing? He would never betray me! It was Tyrion it had to be him, he has done this!

"From today, you are no longer Warden of the West. From today, I am Warden of the West and Lord of Casterly Rock," Tyrion clarified simply. "You will remain in here, and under guard, until I decide what to do with you." he expounded further.

Tywin exploded, "YOU DARE!"

Genna cut him off, "Not another word Tywin, we have much to speak of." She turned to the others, "Go! I have words to say."

Tywin boiled as he watched as the others nodded and obeyed. They left, leaving him alone with Genna.

He stared at his sister, his rage boiling over at her next words, "I love you brother, but you will listen to everything I have to say whether you like it or not!"

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Tyrion Lannister

They stood outside Tywin's rooms and even with the doors closed they could still hear Aunt Genna's irate tone and Tywin's equally enraged bellows.

"Well that went well," Tyrion said with a smile.

Daven and Kevan gave him equally appalled looks but he only shrugged in response.

"What? I expected him to go for a dagger or try to kill me with his bare hands!" Tyrion retorted in response to their unspoken question.

Kevan sighed and nodded quietly agreeing, "What now then?"

Tyrion winced as the sound of father's exceedingly loud bellow came from inside, before replying, "Now...Ravens to Winterfell...then wine....then planning...then lots and lots of wine." Tyrion said rubbing his hairless chin, I'll have to regrow my beard, it lends more weight to my words, he thought idly, before continuing, "This is a good first step but I shudder to think what is happening in King's Landing if even a fraction of the Lords and smallfolk remember. In the meantime, the Westerlands must be secured for the coming Winter."