chapter 7 starting buisness getting capital

Three days have passed since my return. My father had summoned me to his chambers, the reason clear soon, I would be made a true Lannister. The occasion That little whelp Joffrey's birthday in King's Landing my grandfather would have the king legitimatize me. I could hardly wait after all this time my plan is coming into fruition its only the first step but its the most needed right now.

After that i had him come to my chambers as he entered, I stood shirtless by the hearth, the dim light casting shadows over the scars that crisscrossed my chest, each one telling a story of pain and survival just not my pain I think to myself chuckling.

"You must have gone through a lot," my father remarked, his voice carrying a weight of pride and concern.

"Aye," I replied with a smirk. "But it was fun."

He gave a small, satisfied nod. "I'm happy to see you well. But what did you want to speak about?"

"I'm going to use the land gifted by grandfather," I said, pacing the room, the flickering fire reflecting in my eyes. "I'm building a few warehouses and buildings for production. I'll be making wine, vodka, and mead."

"Wine I know," he said, intrigued. "But the other two?"

"Vodka's a strong spirit, distilled from potatoes. Mead is a drink much like barley beer , but Its my own version."

He raised an eyebrow. "And how did you come by such knowledge?"

I hesitated for a moment, then lied through my teeth Dreams. The old gods speak to me.

"The gods of the North?" he asked, somewhat surprised.

"Aye," I answered, letting the lie sink in. "A gift from my mother's blood, perhaps."

He seemed content with the answer, nodding slowly. "So it seems. Do you need my help?"

"I've enough gold for the buildings and materials. But managing it? That's where I'll need you."

His smile grew. "I've some gold set aside for you, should you need it."

"For now, I'm fine. Soon, though. Just make sure there's enough for you to drink and… entertain yourself."

He laughed heartily. "Even if the Lannisters go fall, I'll still have enough set aside for wine and women!"

I grinned. "If this works, you'll be drinking and whoring for a thousand years, even if the Lannisters go broke."

His laughter echoed through the room. "The Lannisters, broke? Impossible."

"Nothing's impossible," I said with a grin. "Just improbable. And the improbable becomes common in with time."

He hummed in thought, stroking his chin. "You're right. But it won't be in our lifetime."

"As you say, Father. Now, let's talk business."

We sat together, discussing my plans. I laid out every detail—supplies, schedules, trade routes. It would take a year to see returns, but with my knowledge from my past life, things would move faster. Whiskey would come next, though that required time to age. Rum would follow, a sweet victory once the gold started flowing in.

Once our plans were set, I left him and sought out my grandfather. The need for a hefty loan brought me before his imposing presence in the high halls of Casterly Rock.

"A loan?" he echoed, his voice cold, scrutinizing.

"Yes, Grandfather."

"How much?"

"Ten thousand gold dragons," I said, meeting his gaze without flinching.

His laugh was sharp, almost incredulous. "Have you gone mad, boy?"

"No. I'll return it within a month."

"And how do you plan to manage that?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"By winning the tourney for Joffrey's birthday."

He stared at me for a long moment, then sighed. "Go to the treasury. Take your gold. But if you don't repay it, you'll be indebted to me for life—with interest."

"Of course, Grandfather."

With a curt nod, he dismissed me, and I headed straight for the training yard. I needed to prepare, and what better opponent than the Mountain himself? Gregor Clegane loomed over the squires, a tower of death.

"Old man!" I called out.

He turned, glaring, and grunted. A beast of a man. I smirked.

"Fancy a spar?"

His grin was menacing, and without warning, he swung his massive sword at me. No pleasantries. I sidestepped, letting the blade whistle past, and delivered a quick right hook to his jaw. He stumbled but regained his footing quickly. His next strike was an overhead swing, powerful enough to cleave a man in two. I deflected it with a palm strike, knocking the sword to the side. Before he could recover, I delivered a brutal uppercut that sent him reeling. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and with a final right hook, I knocked him flat onto the ground.

The entire yard fell silent.

Knights and squires stared, wide-eyed. The Mountain, Gregor Clegane—defeated without even a sword in my hand. I could almost hear the whispers of the common folk as my reputation grew in an instant.

I grinned. "Anyone else?" I challenged, my voice carrying through the stunned crowd of knights and squires.

None dared meet my eyes. As I basked in their silence, a familiar voice rang out.

"I'll take you on."

I turned to see my father, grinning like a fox. Chuckling, I approached. But just as I reached him, his small fist connected with the back of my knee, sending me tumbling onto my back.

"Mercy!" I cried dramatically, laughing.

"Never!" he declared, laughing with the delight of a child. I scooped him up and threw him into the air, watching him soar twenty feet before catching him.

He let out a joyous scream. "Higher! By the gods, this must be what it feels like to fly!"

"One day," I said, catching him for the final time and looking into his eyes. "I'll show you what it's like to truly fly. I swear it."

He smiled wistfully. "Only a dragon could do that. And they're long gone."

"Maybe," I said, smirking. "But I'm a Lannister. And if I make a promise, I keep it. That's an oath."

He laughed, patting my arm. "Come on, let's get some food."

With him still in my arms, I sprinted through the castle halls, making a beeline for the kitchens. The cooks scattered, eyes wide with panic as we burst in. Zeus, my overgrown cat, followed close behind, causing even more commotion. My father and I devoured everything in sight, laughing as we did. Zeus even managed to scare a cook half to death, but it only added to the joy of the moment.

In that chaotic, glorious mess, I knew this was only the beginning. The Lannisters' legacy would be written in gold, blood, and fire. And I would carve my name into it.