The hard fall of pride I

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-Pov of Tygget Lannister seventh moon 286 AC

''Tywin did what?'' I said with a mix of surprise and horror.

''Well… we finally found where Tyrion and Jaime had gone missing… it seems our lord brother wanted his younger son to have experience with his first woman, so he hired a prostitute for it… but it didn't go well. Tyrion bribed and got a septon drunk to marry them… and gods, when our brother found out, he was furious… so he decided to teach Tyrion a harsh lesson by…'' Kevan said, showing a very worried face as he spoke, and I interrupted him.

''That I already know, but making 100 men rape a prostitute to teach Tyrion a lesson that he shouldn't humiliate House Lannister, don't you think that's equally stupid? What the hell happens if people find out what happened? Worse, if the septons find out that this happened… lately the septons have been very agitated due to their internal struggle, and now Tywin did this… a huge stupidity,'' I said in a serious tone, doing everything possible to contain my anger.

''I understand you, brother. Maybe Tywin went a bit too far with the lesson he gave Tyrion…'' Kevan tried to say.

''A bit? A bit? Kevan, for the love of all the gods, what the hell is in your head to defend that idiot? Is Tywin so blinded by the prestige of his family that we are losing power day by day? It would matter little if House Lannister were the most important after the king… when Tywin used to create and destroy at will and send his enemies into total darkness. That's no longer the case, and it won't be while Arryn is in power. Now Tywin acts erratically while the enemies he made when he was Hand of the King and in the rebellion wait for the slightest mistake to attack us,'' I said as I sat in my chair and tried to calm down.

'We have the problem in the south…' I murmured, raising my head to look at the top of my tent.

''No one should know… Tywin wants you to take care of the witnesses,'' Kevan said, very nervous, trying to avoid my gaze.

''Ah, wonderful, now we have to kill our own men because Tywin decided to indulge himself… shit… shit… shit… ah, gods. Give me the names, I'll have to clean up the shit Tywin made,'' I said sarcastically before pounding my table several times.

Kevan quickly searched for a parchment among his clothes and handed it to me. When I was about to open the letter, a soldier entered my tent.

The soldier simply entered, not even showing the decency to remove his helmet in my presence, and his eyes indicated total disinterest.

''Ser Tygett, Ser Kevan, your lord, Lord Tywin, demands your immediate presence in his tent,'' said the soldier in a firm tone, looking at me intently.

I stayed a few seconds observing the soldier, surprised by his bravery or stupidity for his behavior.

''Who the hell are you?'' I asked the soldier.

''Does it matter? I only have to deliver my orders to you, Ser Tygett,'' the soldier replied.

''I'm not going to ask again, who are you?'' I said, somewhat annoyed.

''Sergeant Lann of Lannisport, I serve one of the lesser houses of the Lannisters of Lannisport,'' the sergeant responded, keeping his gaze fixed on me.

''I'll speak to your lord to have you punished for your insolence and teach you some respect… tell my brother I'll go later,'' I replied, making a gesture with my hand for him to leave the tent.

''SER TYGETT, your lord demands your immediate presence… not later… now… he needs to speak with you urgently,'' the soldier replied, raising his voice a little to call my attention again and standing firm in his position.

'This sergeant sure has balls, or he doesn't want my brother to punish him… or both.'

''Ugh, fine, Kevan, it seems whatever Tywin needs to talk about is serious,'' I said, getting up from my chair.

The sergeant left immediately, and Kevan and I left my tent shortly after, only to see the sergeant already heading elsewhere.

''Where are you going? Aren't you going to escort us to my lord?'' I asked, interested in his response.

''I have to deliver some orders to Ser Gregor Clegane… so, if you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave.''

I looked at Kevan shortly after the sergeant left.

''Don't punish him too much, brother,he just follows his orders,'' Kevan said, showing a slight smile.

Since I always tried to stay as far away from Tywin as possible, my tent was very far from our destination. It took us a few minutes to get there, and the guards let us pass immediately.

Tywin was sitting with a quill in his hand, which he quickly set down in the inkwell to do what he always did: stare silently to make you nervous. This situation only lasted a minute, as I have little patience for his stupid tactic.

''You know very well that doesn't work with me, Tywin… what the hell is happening to you? You're acting almost like our father, Tywin, making mistakes that you could easily avoid,'' I said, staring at my brother, who simply settled into his chair and returned my gaze, it being obvious to me that I hit him where it hurt most.

Tywin tapped the table with his finger a couple of times before speaking.

''What has become of your mission lately in The Reach and the capital?'' Tywin asked seriously.

I stayed silent for a few moments, preparing for what was to come.

''The usual… no Prussian wants to work with you, brother. All the Prussians know you get along extremely poorly with their lord, whom they idolize, and they will never work with their enemy. Also, no Prussian noble is interested in a marriage with the lesser houses of the Lannisters, no matter how much gold we put in front of them…''

''In the capital, I have better news. There are quite a few lords who feel very discontented with Arryn's clear favoritism towards the Prussians. Also, many lords of the Riverlands are very unhappy with the current situation… Unfortunately, the Faith of the Seven is still very disorganized. They are still fighting among themselves, especially due to the recent rebellion of the septons of The Reach, who no longer communicate with the High Septon,'' I said, reporting my latest results from my travels.

''So you failed in the most important task… interesting,'' Tywin said, picking up his quill and writing again on his parchment.

''Yes… but I didn't fail due to my lack of skill, brother, but because I represent the lord of failures… You failed to marry your daughter to Rhaegar; now she's married to a drunken whoremonger. You failed to choose a side in the civil war in time,'' I said, looking at Tywin.

Even though he looked at me with his serious gaze and Kevan was tugging at my clothes to stop me, I continued speaking.

''You lost to the 'mercenary'. He offered you control of the Seven Kingdoms between you and him, but of course, the great lion couldn't humble himself and wanted to control everything… Look at you now, you only control your own domains and, with difficulty, a few river lords. You almost had to humble yourself before him when he found gold… and to top it off, your last great success… a mass rape of a prostitute… Do I need to remind you that the Prussian will not miss a single opportunity to humiliate you?'' I spoke while watching how Tywin pressed his lips tighter and tighter.

''That's why I ordered you to take care of it… I suppose you came to complain that it's not a worthy task for you, but considering you're bad at convincing people, giving you a mission that requires a sword is fitting for your abilities, Tygett,'' my brother said, keeping his voice calm.

I was a bit surprised.

''No, Tywin, you were the one who summoned me… that sergeant Lann of Lannisport,'' I tried to prevent Tywin from turning the conversation around.

Seeing Tywin's reaction, who simply opened his eyes a bit wider, a cold sensation passed down my back.

''I didn't summon you, Tygett,'' Tywin said, raising an eyebrow.

''Ah, shit,'' I said, as I left Tywin's tent and started running back to my tent.

I ran very fast, pushing everyone in my way. When I arrived, none of my guards were at their posts.

I quickly entered to find my guards badly beaten, gagged, and tied to chairs. I gave them light slaps, but they didn't seem to react.

I then went to my personal quarters to find everything in disarray. They had completely ransacked my correspondence.

'No… it can't be… a traitor?... no, it must be a spy… but who?... the spider? or worse, the Prussian? With that information, he'll make life very difficult for Tywin if it was him.'

''Tygett, what… gods… what happened?'' Kevan said, panting a bit as he saw my guards.

''I think it was a spy, Kevan,'' I said while searching for my sword.

''Oh gods, this is very bad,'' Kevan said.

''In the worst case, Tywin will lose some of his precious prestige. We have to take care of the witnesses; with no one alive to complain or testify, we'll avoid the worst,'' I said while putting on my armor.

''The matter is more serious, Tygett,'' Kevan said, being consumed by nervousness.

''Explain,'' I said while continuing to arm myself to try to catch the sergeant, who must have escaped.

''It wasn't a prostitute… it was a commoner… Tywin only reacted to the news, he never planned it… this is much more serious… it's not a small scandal that will be the rumor of the month in King's Landing, we're talking about a possible trial if this gets out,'' Kevan said, very upset.

I remained thoughtful for a few seconds, disappointed in Tywin.

I left my tent and began the search for the spy. We quickly went to where the sergeant slept, only to find a tent with several soldiers tied up and gagged, who tried to scream for help when they saw me enter.

The real sergeant Lann was among them. The spy had simply replaced him. The spy had returned not long ago and changed his uniform again, borrowing a captain's one.

And precisely that captain had taken several men with him to investigate a band of poachers hunting near the woods of House Crakehall, which was not an hour's ride away. Worst of all, those men were the witnesses of what had happened about Tyrion's marriage.

I left with several dozen riders who were available and we rode like mad to the woods to try to find traces of the soldiers.

For several minutes we couldn't see anything. We had arrived at the Crakehall woods and split up to look for any trace of the men.

With little success in our search, we continued south while the rest kept searching in the woods.

Riding along the path, we finally found a clue indicating we were on the right track, but at the same time, it was already too late.

We found several soldiers with Lannister armor on a hill, several but not all the men who had disappeared.

The blood was still fresh on the dead, so the fight that happened here hadn't been long ago. But just a few kilometers away were the twin fortresses that guarded the road to The Reach and an enormous, long wall that bordered all of the Westerlands.

If the spy fled south, he had to pass through there, especially if he was on horseback. We followed our only lead but also sent some riders north in case they had fled that way.

It didn't take long for us to reach the Prussian fortresses.

'If they are in Prussian territory, it will be almost impossible to do anything unnoticed.'

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