Chapter 11

Yawning loudly, Robin stumbled his way towards the Lord Tywin's personal study, trying to ease his headache. The Man had called for him, something about a meeting of some sort. Robin gave the page a dirty look for disturbing him so early in the morning, sending the poor scamp running.

Knocking lightly, Robin opened the door and walked in. He was a bit surprised that the room was barely decorated, instead filled with tremendous amount of books, parchments and scrolls.

The Man himself was sitting quietly, writing, not acknowledging his Grandson's entrance.

Robin took this opportunity to walk around, oberserving the Old Lion's room, not at all bothered by his Granfather's attitude. The Dursley's treatment of him as Harry Potter pretty much gave him immunity towards cunts.

'And you really are one big cunt aren't you gramps? Blaming Uncle for grandmother's death in childbirth and treating him like shite' Robin held a frown, trying to keep his face blank as he finally made eye-contact with his grandfather.

He was glad that the Lion Lord, his brother and most of the Houseguard would be touring the Westerlands soon, something about improving relations and what not. Leaving the Castellan Damion Lannister in charge. Well technically Robin, as the Crown Prince was in charge but he knew next to nothing about running a castle.

Apparently Tywin had been planning the trip for almost a year now, and the Queen's sudden need to see her girl-hood home would not impede those plans it seemed.

Looking at those cold, hard eyes, akin to chips of ice, Robin suddenly felt the urge again to dive into the man's mind. He wanted to know how or what a man like this' thinking process was like.

"I see you have made yourself at home." he stated. Robin noted that his voice was a soothing baritone, and that the man like spoke in rhythms. It was oddly pleasant to listen to.

"Guess so" Robin asked, putting up a poker face, not breaking eye contact.

"Yes, I would think so after that... display last night?" Tywin said, a flash of annoyance appearing briefly on his face before it went back to it's normal blankness.

That 'display' that Tywin was speaking about was when Robin, being the stubborn boy he was, went against his mother's wishes and drank half a pitcher of wine. The people of Casterly Rock was surprised to see the Prince act like a giggly rambunctious moron that went causing mayhem around the whole feasting hall. Robin was lucky Jenny covered for him when Cersei became suspicious.

Grimacing slightly, Robin put that thought away and continued on.

"I will be training with my cousins today, all of my cousins, I haven't had a decent exercise in quite some time. God knows those softies need a good beating" the Prince declared cracking the joints in his fingers.

"Sit down.." Tywin ordered, although he was mildly impressed at how the boy was trying to control the flow of the conversation, unfortunately Tywin was not in the mood for games.

He waited for the black-haired prince to sit before opening his mouth.

"You will be King one day...and your brother Joffrey your hand I'm assuming." he said, picking up a chess board at the end of the table and setting the pieces slowly and deliberately.

"If he wants to." Robin replied, reaching out to help the old man set the board.

"Tell me, what would you do then?" The Lannister Lord prodded, making the first move, moving his pawn a few tiles, making the first move in the game.

"Asking that question to a eight-year-old seems redundant Grandfather, don't you think?" Robin replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Answer the question boy, What will you do with all that power in your fingertips?" Tywin asked, pausing a moment to stare into the Prince's eyes.

"One would think to speak more carefully to royalty, even if it's family in question." Robin smirked, not afraid to lord his royalty over his grandfather, he knew the man wouldn't be intimidated in the slightest bit, but it was amusing to his eye twitch just a tiny bit.

"So unlike your father aren't you? He always hated politics and matters of the court, I sense that you are quite different." his voice, a deep baritone dropped slightly.

"It is not a matter of like or dislike Grandfather, it is merely my duty; though the fact that it is not challenging in the slightest bores me a little I must say." Robin pouted, moving a piece forward on the board.

"Arrogance does not suit you boy... I see the time you have spent with Tyrion has influenced you much." he stated with utmost certainty, something that which made Robin want to snarl.

'It is not arrogance if I can read you and everyone's mind like a fucking book old man' Robin shouted mentally.

"And how would you know this? Perceived omniscience does not suit you either Gramps." Robin shot back, grinning viciously as he took a bishop from Tywin's side of the board.

"Quite the mouth on you I see, now I can see that you've inherited more than just Baratheon looks." Tywin snorted, resting his head on his hand. "You have yet to answer my question, what would you do if had the power of the King?"

"That would be very simple. I will burn down the Seven Kingdoms." Robin's voice dropped a few tones, his eyes flickering green for a moment. Tywin actually froze in his seat for a second before getting a hold of himself, resuming the game.

"And I will rebuild it in my image." Robin continued, not allowing his grandfather to cut in.

"Will you now? And that Image you would be?" Tywin said out loud.

"The Image of Paradise I would think. Improve the small-folk's lives for one, a Kingdom's greatest resources is its people." he said, rubbing his chin and thinking out his next move.

"Education will be made extremely affordable and compulsory. Academies specializing in various subjects such as maths and medicine will be raised, with Maesters and Teachers to work them. Having a whole country of Illiterates is asinine."

"The Lords of the Great Houses enjoy a great degree of autonomy, that will change as well. The King should be in charge of everything. The Vassals are there to watch over his land. The Seven Kingdoms belong to my Father and my father alone." Robin grinned savagely as he took one of Tywin's Knights.

"Tis a great burden to bear, but one is King for a reason."

Tywin wanted to say many things to his Grandson, but stayed his mouth when it looked like Robin had much more to say.

"Men from all over the Kingdoms will be drafted into a single royal army, serving the Royal Family alone."

Now that caught his attention. Tywin was suddenly very much interested the idea of this 'so-called army'.

"Great plans you have for Westeros boy; Great Plans almost always fail to work." Tywin responded, not taking his eyes of the board.

"Mine will." Robin insisted, slamming his Rook down with more force than necessary.

"And Why is that? What makes you think you can bring down thousand of years of history? What makes you think that you will be able build and create this... 'ideal' world of yours without any form of retaliation?"

"Thousands of years of stagnation you mean?" Robin snarled, getting angry.

"Look at this Country! Eight Thousand years and what progress have we made? None! It's pathetic and disgusting! How are we supposed to!? With trash like the mad King sitting his Pale arse on the throne, burning anything he wanted! Tell me Grandfather, you boast of being the Head of the Richest house in Westeros. People even say you shite gold! But!-"

Here Robin paused, choosing his words carefully.

"Having money does not change the fact that you will be but a single Blip in the history of mankind. My father could give you the Iron Throne right now-" he stated, finger tapping the hand-made wood carved desk every now and then.

"-He could pass over to you right now and any or all attempts you make to build and sustain your 'Legacy' would barely leave a mark on history." he declared with the utmost confidence.

"Why? Because you're like them Grandfather. The way you think, the way you perceive Victory, what you see as power, it's all wrong, so stupidly wrong. Even if you are Emperor of the World, everything remains the same. The people still suffer, technology stagnates, cities remain the same, not evolving or advancing."

"One day, the empire will fall and the cycle continues. Repeating it self over and over, just as it has for over thousands of years. ."

"You see Grandfather, I will change Westeros - No, I will change the world with my own two hands. I will push us forwards, and I will drag those who refuse kicking and screaming. I will unite the World under one banner, and usher a world of peace...forever." he added, moving another piece on the board as he leaned forward, staring deep into those hard green eyes.

"But, as we said...it's all just...plans of course." Robin finished, not waiting for his Grandfather's reply as he stood up and pointed at his grandfather.

"Plans that you will do well to forget! Legilimens