Full Circle

King's Landing 

Two men, one the age of twenty-five and twenty-four were dueling one another in the training yard of Lancaster Castle, the seat of the Hand of the King. The small palace was smaller than the Red Keep, but looked more splendid with golden lions.

Lord Hand is what they prefer anyone to say when speaking of their father. If anyone says otherwise, well, then they would be dealt with and with the most fiercest of rage.

Tybolt Lannister wiped some sweat from his brow, he scratched his dark hair that was tied into a top knot- A style he obtained from a merchant from YiTi. His grey eyes watched his younger brother drink from his waterskin, thirsty from today's training.

Tyrex Lannister looked like their father when he was younger, blond hair going to his shoulder and bright green eyes that held a speck of gold within them.

"I wonder if Father is well enough to attend court, today." Tyrex shrugged, his eyes lingering on a passing servant girl and her friend which caused Tybolt to frown and roll his eyes.

"I don't think so, and besides, I'm sure that Cornelia is handling things just fine."

The brothers laughed and sighed, leaving to get ready for today and ride for the Red Keep where their sister was.

Cornelia folded her hands, watching Robert Baratheon, the Second of his name give out justice to a thief for stealing from the royal treasury. A sentence was quickly meted out, the thief would lose his hand and be sent into exile or perish within the Black Cells.

She mused and thought about her cousin, Tommen who was currently as bedridden as her father. Tommen's illness was long foreseen with how long he fasts and toils in his self-pity, a pathetic King to an equally pathetic court.

And her second cousin sitting on the Iron Throne, pretending to be a King when her father holds all the power.

After the session was over, Robert looked over to her and smiled, she reluctantly smiled in return knowing his true feelings towards her. Queen Shireen might have tried turning her son from his infatuation, that is, until the woman tried to employ her coup which ended in her execution along with several others involved.

She turned and began to leave for the Hand's Tower, meeting her brothers at the entrance and looking at them with irritation.

"I was sure that you two wouldn't be able to pull yourselves from the practice yard, or a bedchamber." The last word was jab towards sweet Tyrex who smiled away a blush.

She loved her brothers, both of them, and would do anything for them but they can be helpless if not for her, their father, or mother.

As for herself, she took much from both her parents, her intellect earned her a moniker by the name of 'Queen of Shadows', a term provided by her when Maester Qyburn died and she took control of the spy ring thus becoming the new Master of Whispers.

Tyrex was a charmer, but he is without a doubt the most ambitious, always talking about how powerful their family is in the court and should take the chance to force the lion on the Iron Throne.

Then there is the middle brother, Tybolt- The Warrior Reborn, always the fiercest in a fight, which always ends in his victory. Their father always envisioned him as a leader of armies, much so that he carries the sword of the long-dead rebel, Jon Snow.

"We're here, aren't we? The rest of the Small Council came with us... And father." Tybolt said and she stopped in her tracks, hearing him say that their father would be joining them in the Small Council meeting today.

Now that, that is a surprise.

"I thought he was bedridden, has the situation turned?" She asked and Tyrex shrugged, Tyboltsaid that he still walks with a cane and can't ride a horse and had to be pulled by a cart. It was a beautiful large wagon, pulled by a single horse but smaller than a carriage.

Entering together, the three siblings began climbing up the stairs and to the office that was guarded by Daven Lannister, the new Lord Commander of the City Watch since the last was involved in Shireen's Coup. "Hello, little ones." The three rolled their eyes, always with the little ones with their kinsman.

"Any hints about today's meeting, Father hasn't said a word apart from 'get the cart'." Daven knew, they could see it but the knight opened the door and all the members of the Small Council stood to their feet apart from Father.

Randyll Tarly, out a hand during the last battle, the Master of Laws. New Grand Maester Cartin, youngest in a long time. Their uncle Loras Tyrell, the Master of Coin. There isn't anyone with the position of Master of Ships, yet, but Tybolt aimed to have that seat soon.

To be sure, there have been times when King Tommen would 'try' to place someone in that position but each suggestion would be waved off by their father or completely ignored which strained the already tense relations between them and the royal family.

The last member of the Small Council was the King's good brother, and the Lord of the Stormlands, and a claimant of Dorne. Trystane came back to the city not too long ago, his wife and their kin, Princess Myrcella just gave birth to their fourth son, a boy named Oberyn after the Red Viper.

Cornelia, Tyrex, and Tybolt seated themselves to their father's right, the others following suit.

All waited to hear from the Hand, "Twenty-five years I've waited, and now the Dragon Queen and my brother make their move." He shocked everyone with this statement, Loren threw a raven scroll on the table. "My personal spy reports of movement in Dorne, men, and supplies being gathered for war." Randyll shuffled and sighed greatly.

Loren's children couldn't be more shocked, especially Cornelia who made sure to keep an eye on the last holdout of resistance to their father and House.

"Then let it be done, father," Tyrex said, Loren, smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Their father had a saying when they were growing up, that the world doesn't move on good deeds or honor.

"I want this done and with full force, gather me one-hundred thousand men, fifty-thousand horses, a million arrows and our entire fleet ready within three months and prepared to end House Targaryen, mount Daenerys and her last dragons head next to her 'children' that hang over the Iron Throne!"

Loren's decree was heard by all within the room, and would soon be heard throughout the entire Realm.

Night fell fast as Loren ate alone within Lancaster, his two sons would be co-leaders in this endeavor alongside Randyll Tarly and Addam Marbrand.

The Vale's Lord, Harrold Hardying, and his Warden of the North, Jonothor Brax would be sending their best men as the Reach, Stormlands, Crownlands, Westerlands, and the Riverlands should be enough to end Daenerys once and for all.

He wished his wife was here, but she wanted to return to Highgarden because her mother had not been feeling well and he needs Loras here to do his duty as the Master of Coin.

A smile came to his face, Cornelia asked what she will be doing during the war that will be waged. He had taken her aside, saying that she will stay here and help him contend with the eternal struggle that has been going on with Tommen and Robert and their supporters.

Never in his life has he had such joy when raising his children, regretting his foolishness when Margaery birthed their daughter whom he's come to love greatly and sometimes favor more than Tyrex and Tybolt, how sharp her intellect has become.

Loren was alerted to the opening of his chamber, a servant girl entering with nothing in his hands other than a dirk that was bloody.

"What's your name, would-be assassin?" He asked, not bothering to try and get help for even if he could call for assistance, he would already be dead and just a memory like his siblings and father.

So, why not enjoy his final moments and have a cup of wine.

The girl was calm, in her thirties, she took a step closer into the light and ripped her face off to which he chuckled, in all his years, he's only used the Faceless Men but twice.

Her true face was hard, rage-filled grey eyes and dark hair going to her back. "You would forget us, Loren. I remember the day you killed my brother, left my home in ruins, and gave it to House Brax." Loren pondered the names of rebels and traitors, landing on one.

"... Arya Stark." He said and set down his cup, "Before you kill me, mind telling me where your last brother, and Jon's mutt is?" He asked and Arya only snarled and gripped her dagger.

"You won't ever find them, they chose to let go but I can't. You need to die and have lived too long, old man." She said with venom in her tone towards him.

Loren pulled his cane close and loosened the bolt to unsheathe a secret sword, short and a perfect weapon for a cripple.

Arya made the first move, lunging forward and nearly cutting his throat. Loren parried the blow, and stabbed her through her shoulder causing her to wince but he was the loser in this scenario when she pulled out another smaller weapon and shanked him thrice in the chest, and kicked him to the ground.

He cursed his bum leg, finally giving out after all these years. Arya straddled him and raised a familiar dagger, the one that started it all. "This is for my father!" Stab "For Robb and mother!" Stab "And for my sister, and Jon!" A final jab to his heart and Loren felt the life leave him.

His last thoughts were to his wife, to his daughter and sons who are now the legacy that he leaves. He used what was left of his strength, futilely gripping Arya's neck but then his body went limp and his once bright green eyes were now dull and lifeless.

The world doesn't move on good deeds, yes, and like history tells... The men and women who forge them are the last lives taken.

Loren lay lifeless as Arya got to her feet, taking cruel pleasure in what she had done then made her escape from the keep and reached the Old Gate when the bells rung to the finding of the former Hand of the King.

A monster met its end, and more monsters are soon to follow.

Loren was a bastard, a murderer with zero care for anything but power and getting more of it before someone or time finally got him.

 Thank you all for reading this through, even if the story was definitely shorter.