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The Lion and the Wolf

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Both of them were panting heavily after the activities of that night. Tyrion rolled off her and laid on the other side of the bed. Jeyne cuddled next to him. She looked closely at him studying his features. He had that same sad look when she first met him eighteen years ago. It took them two years to finally admit their love for each other and it seemed that Tyrion had improved and was happier than ever. But Jeyne saw his sad face and it reminded her of those years before, with that woman. Tysha was her name, she didn’t blame her for loving Tyrion, she saw him for who he was. As did she. Though Tysha never had a chance with him not when Tywin Lannister was living. But Jeyne? She was a trueborn Lannister, a cousin of Tyrion’s. The match made even more sense and strengthened the blood ties between the Lannisters even further.

Tyrion got up from his bed and put on a robe. He walked over to the window to look out to the city. The city he saved but didn’t get credit for. Though her son did, after killing Stannis. It was a moment Jeyne was proud of but after seeing Loren after the battle, he didn’t seem happy about it, he seemed sad and guilty. He personally escorted Stannis’ body to Storm’s End to be buried along with his brothers. Now there was only one left, Shireen, who by all accounts was the true heir to the throne due to Cersei’s children being Jaime’s.

Jeyne’s loins ached from the urgency of Tyrion’s lovemaking. It was a good ache. She could feel his seed within her, she prayed for it to quicken. It had only been a year since Joanna. She was still young, she could give him another son.

“I don’t know what to do.” Tyrion said. “I don’t know how to deal with this. Loren’s just…” Tyrion trailed off.

“He’s a man now. A man who has to take responsibility for his actions. You can’t keep holding his hand anymore.” She said.

“I know. But after everything that happened… I know he’ll never betray his family. But with the war over and Sansa pregnant, I should be overjoyed at this but I can’t help but feel that this will cause more problems in the future.”

“His wife’s family was killed by ours Tyrion. I don’t think she’s exactly happy to be married to a Lannister right now.”

“True. But we’ve always been kind to her. Sansa’s like our own daughter. She adores us.”

“It’s just one of those stages in being pregnant. You remember how I was when I was pregnant with Loren.”

“Yes. You were a monster.” Tyrion jested.

“Well, you didn’t seem to not enjoy it.” Jeyne said coyly.

“You wouldn’t let me sleep because you wanted to fuck every five minutes. Granted I enjoyed every one of them but still. It was monstrous for my back.” They both shared a laugh before Tyrion turned serious. “I just want things to be back to normal. The way it was before our family was at war with everyone.”

“I know. But Cersei and Jaime ruined everything for us. And now we have to pick up the pieces and see things through. But we can look on the bright side.”

“What bright side?”

“Two of our grandsons will inherit both Casterly Rock and the North. We can rule more kingdoms than your father. Who knows even more so? Edmure Tully may die and Sansa’s third son could inherit the Riverlands.”

“Are you really wishing for that to happen?” Tyrion asked shocked.

“No, just preparing for what may happen. Your father’s always wanted his blood in all the Seven Kingdoms, I wouldn’t put it past him to do that.”

“Yes, that’s all we are to him. Just a legacy. I won’t let that happen. I want us to be better. I know Loren’s right about this, there will come a time when we think we’re safe and happy and then our enemies will strike at us and our joy will turn to ashes in our mouths. And we will know the debt has been paid.”

“Not if we do something about it. If Loren can bring that bastard in the North down and his allies as well as Walder Frey and his brood then maybe we’ll have a chance of surviving.”

“True.” Tyrion said. “For now, let’s enjoy ourselves before we have to endure that pompous prick and his future bride’s ceremony tomorrow.” He said taking off his robe. Jeyne started getting excited.

“Oh yes, let’s.” She said in a sultry voice. And before long they were both satisfied with each other’s bodies.


 

Loren woke up next to Sansa and quietly got out of bed. Today was the day. Joffrey and Margaery’s wedding. The day he was not anticipating. He just wanted to get out of the city and back to Casterly Rock where he would be with family he didn’t want to kill. But he had to endure it all. He didn’t want Sansa to come, he wanted her to stay in bed, but she insisted on it. She was almost three months into her pregnancy and soon it would start to show. Loren got dressed and then decided to wake up Sansa.

“Sansa? It’s time.” He said. She groggily got up. Her handmaidens came in and helped her dress. For the breakfast feast she wore her purple dress with flowers decorated all over it. Her hair was down and braided in a simple fashion. Today they would be feasting with Joffrey while the women of House Tyrell would be feasting with Margaery. His father and mother would attend but his grandfather, his aunt and of course his cousin would join as well. Sansa finished getting dressed and Loren took her arm. “You look beautiful.” He said to her, she merely hummed in response. It saddened Loren that she was like this, he wanted her to be happy with him, but like she told him, she needed time to adjust to this.

They made their way to the area where they would feast. Loren and Sansa were sat to the left of his parents, Joanna was on his mother’s knee with her being bounced on her lap. Soon the gifts came.

Many people brought gifts, Jalabhar Xho gave Joffrey a golden bow with a quiver and arrows with gilded feathers. From Prince Oberyn, a red gold brooch  in the shape of a scorpion. Silver spurs from Ser Addam Marbrand, a red silk tourney pavilion from Mathis Rowan. From Lord Paxter Redwyne, he brought a model of a war galley.

“If it please Your Grace, she shall be called King Joffrey’s Valor.” He said.

“Yes, I’ll use it as my flagship to sail for Pyke and kill those nasty Squids like my father should have done.” Joffrey said boastfully.

Loren internally laughed at that. As if you could kill anything. But please play the gracious king today. If that’s possible. He then saw Mace Tyrell holding a chalice that was huge and had the Seven Kingdoms around it. Joffrey made an offhand comment about how they should replace the wolf with a squid. Loren put his hand on Sansa’s and she didn’t flinch away, she actually held it herself. His father then brought a book to Joffrey.

“And what’s this uncle?” Joffrey asked. It’s a dragon. What do you think you idiot?

“ ‘The Lives of Four Kings’ Grand Maester Kaeth’s history of the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the Unworthy and Daeron the Good. A book every king should read.” His father said. Joffrey looked at him for a while, then to his grandfather then back to him. It seemed like he wasn’t going to say anything until he spoke up.

“Now that the war is won, we should all find time for wisdom. Thank you uncle.” Joffrey said. He sounded grateful for it. This didn’t appease Loren. He’s up to something. For what I don’t know. His father made his way back to his seat and then one of the Kingsguard brought in the sword Loren saw with his grandfather.

“One of only two Valyrian steel swords in the capital, Your Grace. Freshly forged in your honor.” His grandfather said. Joffrey now looked like the gleeful monster he was and went to the sword unsheathing it and swinging it around like a child with a toy sword.

“Careful Your Grace, nothing cuts like Valyrian steel.” Pycelle said.

“So they say.” Joffrey replied. And then he hacked his father’s book to pieces. Loren was shocked as well as his father and mother. Sansa was even looking shocked as well. Before long the whole book was cut to pieces. Joffrey then looked at his father with a pleased look on his face. Loren gave him a look of pure hatred. I defended this city for you. My father and I defended your throne you ungrateful bastard and this is how you repay us?! Loren thought. Though his anger was building up, he would save it for people he could use it on, Ramsay Snow, Walder Frey. “Such a great sword should have a name. What should I call it?” The guests shouted out names for the blade. Joffrey dismissed about a dozen of them before choosing one he liked. “Widow’s Wail, I like that. Every time I use it it’ll be like cutting off Ned Stark’s head all over again.” Joff said before sheathing the sword back in its scabbard. “You and aunt Jeyne owe me a new present uncle. This one’s all in pieces.” He said.

“Perhaps a knife to match your sword, made of the same Valyrian steel. Dragonbone hilt perhaps?” His father said. He could see Joff stumble for words and gave his father a sharp look.

“You… yes. A dagger to match it. Only… a golden hilt with rubies, dragonbone is too plain.” Joff said.

“Of course, Your Grace.” His father said. Loren looked at his father confused. Later when he, Sansa, his father, mother and sister were in the litter his father asked Sansa something.

“Joffrey fought with your brother at Winterfell yes? Was there any hard feelings toward your younger brother Bran?” Loren saw Sansa falter at that.

“Bran? No, he was a sweet boy, everyone loved him. He and Tommen fought with wooden swords but just for play.” She said.

“What does that have to do with anything father?” Loren asked.

“I think I might know who was behind Bran’s assassination attempt. And he was at the feast.” Loren could see the wheels turning in Sansa’s head.

“Wait, you don’t mean—”

“It’s a theory, but it’s very viable that a certain king hired the cutthroat to kill your brother. You heard me describe the dagger and Joffrey faltered a bit, as if he knew what I was talking about.”

“The dagger, Littlefinger claimed it belonged to you right?” His mother asked.

“Yes, but it really belonged to Robert. Joffrey stole it and tried to kill Bran because he heard his father making off hand comments about how your father should have put him out of his misery.”

“How do you know it’s Joffrey?” Loren asked darkly.

“Jaime would have never sent an assassin, your aunt would have never been that stupid as to use a weapon that could be traced back to her. But Joffrey, arrogant, vicious, stupid little wretch that he is, would have done that.” All of them looked at Tyrion with shock and anger on their faces. All this war? All of this death and destruction was because of Joffrey?! Loren screamed to himself.

“I’m going to ruin his life now. I’ll tell everyone the truth. I swear by all the gods I will make him pay for this.”

“Shh, quiet. You can’t do anything now.” His father said.

“Why not? I don’t care what happens, so long as he pays for his crimes.”

“And he will. Not now. Just be patient, get through this Loren, please.” Tyrion could see Loren was conflicted but the look on his eyes told him he would obey his father. Loren nodded.

“Just as long as he pays one day.” Loren snarled.

“He will. I promise that.” Tyrion said.


 

Eventually it came to the wedding. Loren was standing in between Sansa and his mother. He saw Mace Tyrell escorting Margaery to Joffrey. Well, let’s hope the wedding night is the best night of that whore’s life. Loren thought to himself. To be honest he hated the Tyrells, they were nothing but up jumped stewards who meekly bent the knee to Aegon. I’ll give the Gardener kings this, at least they went out in a literal blaze of glory. The Tyrells wouldn’t. They hide behind their castles and claim they’re the strongest warriors? Ha! I’ve see better fighting from Tommen than from the fat oaf of Highgarden. Just then Mace reached to where Joffrey was and gave Margaery away. They walked up to the altar where the High Septon was awaiting. Joffrey placed his cloak on Margaery’s shoulders. However, it was a Lannister cloak. Shouldn’t it be Baratheon aunt Cersei. Oh wait, that’s right, he’s all Lannister. Then the vows were exchanged and Joffrey, as always, had to make a big show about it.

“With this kiss I pledge my love!” He said dramatically. He then pulled Margaery in for a long kiss and the whole room applauded. Loren half-heartedly applauded along with his family.

“We have a new queen.” Sansa said to him.

“Better her than you.” Loren replied.


 

They then made their way to an area outside of the Red Keep to attend the wedding. He and Sansa were seated to the left of his parents, with his sister on his mother’s lap. Loren looked around the place to see where everyone was. He saw the Dornish sitting near his family’s side of the place as far away from the Tyrells as possible. He could see some of the Westerland lords, Lefford, Banefort, Crakehall in the middle of the area on the right of him and then the Reach lords on the left of him. Only a few Stormlords were there, the rest must have decided not to come. Could you blame them? They believe Stannis’ word more than grandfather’s. he thought to himself. He could see Shireen sitting among them, engaging in conversation. She deserves so much better. I hope I can find a man to love her one day. It wouldn’t be too long for Shireen, the girl was already fourteen, even though she had the greyscale, it didn’t seem to diminish her beauty. He looked around the area some more. He could see one of the Fossoways with his very pregnant wife. They seemed to be very much in love. The man would often kiss her and put his hand on her belly in a kind and loving gesture. Loren thought about doing the same for Sansa, but he decided on a different tactic.

“Are you doing alright?” He asked, putting his hand on her shoulder. To her credit Sansa didn’t flinch away.

“Mhmm.” She replied, sounding a bit more cheerful. That was a good sign for Loren.

“You sure you can eat seventy-seven meals?” He jested.

“I have to, even though I have a small tummy I have to make sure this one gets their food.” She jested back. They both smiled at each other.

“Okay, if you’re feeling tired, we can leave if you want.”

“Okay.” She replied back. Loren chanced a kiss on her cheek.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” She said back before pecking him on the lips. Loren could then see from the corner of his eyes the younger ladies were giggling at them. Oh, shut up you prudes. He thought to himself. Then he saw Lady Olenna come up to them.

“You look exquisite my dear. The wind has been at you though.” She said fiddling with the necklace Sansa had on. “I haven’t had the opportunity to tell you how sorry I was to hear about your brother. War is war, but killing a man at a wedding. Horrid. What sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reason to fear marriage.” She said. “Perhaps if your husband were to sell his shoes, he might be able to bring you to Highgarden for a visit. Now that peace has come and all is right in the world, it would do good for you to see some of it. If you’ll excuse me it’s time I ate some of this food I paid for.” She said walking away. Old hag. You’re lucky my father isn’t Hand. Your kind wouldn’t be welcome. In fact your kind wouldn’t even be welcome at the Rock if I have anything to say about it. Loren thought to himself. There was that hatred for the Tyrells again. Loren really needed to get out of there and away from these people. He could see another band playing the hundredth version of The Rains of Castamere. He also saw that Joffrey was tired of it as well. Well that’s one thing we agree on. Joffrey then tossed a bunch of coins at the singer’s direction. They flinched upon receiving the coins but they picked them up like greedy little children. Margaery then whispered something in Joffrey’s ear to which Joffrey stood up and tapped his goblet to get everyone’s attention.

“Everyone! The queen would like to say a few words.” Margaery stood up and addressed the crowd.

“We are so fortunate to enjoy this marvelous food and drink. Not all among us are so lucky. To thank the gods for bringing this recent war to a just end, King Joffrey has decreed that the leftovers from our feast be given to the poorest in this city.” She stated. Everyone began applauding. Loren however was unimpressed. Yes, I’m sure that Joffrey ordered this. He didn’t recently instigate a riot by setting his guards on the innocent people of this city. He didn’t behead an innocent man starting a civil war in which the whole country was against us. No, Joffrey was just being the gallant and gracious king. Just like aunt Cersei wants you idiots to believe.


 

The feasting continued as boringly as possible for Loren when he suddenly caught the eye of Prince Oberyn Martell. He was looking in his direction with the same disdain in his eyes. Loren looked to his right to find his father looking at him and then to Oberyn. Loren knew what it was, he rolled his eyes and got up to make his way to the Red Viper.

“Ser Loren.” Oberyn said.

“Prince Oberyn.” Loren said. “I wish to apologize for my behavior at Littlefinger’s brothel. I didn’t mean to throw those insults at you or your paramour.”

“You meant every word.” Oberyn said. This took Loren by surprise. “But the wisest men admit their mistakes. I accept your apology. Ellaria, do you accept it as well?” Loren turned to the woman, she looked at him, well it was more glaring but her face softened.

“I forgive you boy.” She said.

“Why don’t we take a walk? I need to stretch my legs, and unlike my brother I intend to use them for the rest of my life.” Oberyn said. Loren followed him away from the guests as he talked with the Dornish Prince. “So, tell me. About your cousin. Is it true?” He asked him.

“I don’t know what true things you’re talking about.” Loren tried to feign. Oberyn wasn’t having it.

“Spare me the courtesies boy, you can save that for your Northern wife. I want to know about this boy king. Are the rumors true about his cruelty? How he likes to beat women and kill children? Or are they false rumors?” Oberyn asked him. Loren wasn’t sure of what to say, on the one hand if he told him the truth he could tell his grandfather, but then a voice told Loren that it wouldn’t happen. Oberyn hated his family, so he could get away with telling him about Joffrey.

“All true. And it’s not just women and children he kills, he also does the same to animals. He once killed a pregnant cat because he wanted to see the babies. But it’s not just him, it’s his mother that allow this to happen. I believe she once called it a ‘child’s curiosity.’” Loren told him. “She’s just as worse, she blames my father for killing my grandfather, even though he was a babe and couldn’t control it. She thinks she’s as smart as everyone else, but she isn’t. she doesn’t think ten steps ahead. She only thinks in short terms. She is very emotional and is easily insulted. She thinks herself as my grandfather with teats, but she isn’t. My grandfather commands respect. She doesn’t.” Oberyn seemed to be taking his words to heart. He nodded in understanding.

“Thank you for this information. And rest assured, I do not blame the sins of the father for the sins of the son. Or the grandson. I have a little hope that you are not like your grandfather, well, you don’t condone rape and murder. I hope I am not proven wrong. ” He said. “Your Grace, Lord Tywin!” He shouted. Loren looked behind him to see his two least favorite people approaching them.

“Prince Oberyn.” His grandfather greeted.

“Your grandson was telling me about his Northern wife! Such fascinating stories.”

“All good I hope. The little dove has been through a lot. Though it would never happen if her father hadn’t tried to betray his king.” His aunt said. Loren shot her a murderous glance.

“True, but Ned Stark was known as a man of honor. He always told the truth. There must have been something he discovered that made him believe the former Crown Prince was illegitimate. I confess, I do not see a resemblance to the late king Robert. He, looks more like… I can’t put my finger on it.” Loren said. This made Cersei falter a bit. Oberyn started laughing.

“Yes, indeed. We hear the same in Dorne. I can see the same. He almost looks like the Kingslayer don’t you think?” Oberyn piped up. Now Loren could see Cersei getting nervous. Her eyes were darting back and forth between Loren and Oberyn. Wow, and that was from a Dornishman? And I hate the Dornish. Could he stay for a few more days? But he could also see that his grandfather waved his hand in dismissal.

“False rumors, I assure you. Stannis Baratheon lied to Lord Eddard and he believed the truth.” He said.

“Of course, my apologies Lord Hand and Your Grace. Though I suppose it is former queen regent now? Considering you’re son, the king is married?”

“Oberyn?” A voice called out. It turned to be Ellaria Sand coming over to them. “You left me there alone, it was getting boring.” She said.

“My apologies my love. I don’t believe you have met these two have you? This is the Lord Hand Tywin Lannister and Lady Cersei Lannister. May I introduce Ellaria Sand?” to her credit the woman managed a curtsey.

“My lord, my lady.” She said.

“Charmed.” His grandfather said.

“Can’t say I’ve ever met a Sand before.” Cersei said. He could see Ellaria’s face dip. Tactful you idiot. And I was insulting?

“Surely you have met many Sands Aunt Cersei? I know you know other bastards as well. Hills, Waters.” Loren said this as a deliberate jab at her children’s parentage. He saw her give him a murderous look again, but he was not threatened by it.

“We are everywhere in Dorne. I have ten thousand brothers and sisters.” Ellaria said.

“Bastards are born of passion aren’t they? We don’t despise them in Dorne.” Oberyn added.

“Really? If only others shared your views we’d be in a much better place.” Loren said.

“I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei.” Oberyn told Cersei who looked insulted at now being called a mere lady. This is what happens when your son marries you daft idiot. Did you think you’d be queen forever? “Giving up your regal responsibilities, wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked.”

“I suppose you’ll never know Prince Oberyn. It’s a shame your older brother couldn’t attend the royal wedding.” She said meaning to take offense, but Oberyn shrugged in response.

“Please give him our regards. With any luck, the gout will abate and he’ll be able to walk again.” His grandfather.

“They call it, ‘The Rich Man’s Disease.’ A wonder you don’t have it.” Oberyn replied.

“Noblemen in my part of the country don’t enjoy the same lifestyle as our counterparts in Dorne.”

“People everywhere have their differences. In some places the highborn frown upon those of low birth. In other places, the rape and murder of women and children is considered distasteful.” Oberyn said. He then turned to his aunt. “What a fortunate thing for you, former queen regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place.” He finished. Loren could feel the tension around them. He knew a subtle threat when he heard one. Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by another tap on a glass. It was Joffrey once again. Loren returned to his seat.

“Everyone silent! Clear the floor!” he commanded. “There’s been too much amusement here today, a royal wedding is not an amusement. A royal wedding is history. The time has come for all of us, to contemplate our history.” He finished. Loren couldn’t figure out what was happening. Joffrey was never one for being serious. Something was happening. Something Loren was dreading to see. “My lords, my ladies.” Joffrey said as a giant lion head’s mouth was being opened by some operators. A carpet was rolled out, it was red and looked like a tongue. “I give you, King Joffrey, Renly, Stannis, Robb Stark, Balon Greyjoy! The War of the Five Kings!”

He shouted as five actors came out dressed as each king. Except, to Loren’s irritation, the actors were all dwarves. He looked at where Joffrey was and he intentionally looked at his father. Loren was raging inside. He wanted to tear him left to right. He didn’t care anymore. But one look from his father told him not to. He saw the play and was disgusted by what he saw. He was particularly upset about the Stannis part where Joffrey fired an arrow and wildfire popped out. He saw Shireen at one of the tables trying to hold back her tears and looking away. Then it came to Robb and Joffrey. He couldn’t let Sansa watch. He turned to her and put his hand on her arm.

“Look away.” He said. Sansa instead shook her head.

“No. I need to see this.” She replied coldly.

“No, you don’t.” Loren responded strongly.

“Yes I do. If I don’t, the nightmares will never end.” She said.

Eventually the Joffrey actor knocked the wolf helmet on the Robb actor and he was proclaiming victory. Then the actor picked up the direwolf head and began humping it. He could see Joffrey spilling out his wine from his mouth laughing so hard. He could also see his aunt Cersei laughing as well. His grandfather, the Tyrells and even Oberyn were not smiling at all. In fact, they looked at Joffrey with contempt. Joffrey couldn’t just let Robb Stark die in peace, so he had to make a show of it. Then the actors all joined hands and bowed before the crowd. Though Loren could see his parents and some other guests were not clapping.

“Well fought, well fought.” Joffrey said, holding out a large bag filled with coins. “Here you are, champion’s purse. Though you’re not the champion yet are you? A true champion defeats all their challengers. Surely there are others out there who still challenge my reign.” He then turned to his father. “Uncle, how about you, I’m sure they have a spare costume?” He joked. Loren was burning with anger but again, his father gave him a look. He got up from his seat.

“One taste of combat was enough for me Your Grace, I would like to keep what remains of my face.” He joked. Some people were laughing at that. “I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne. Be careful though. This one,” he pointed to the Joffrey actor. “is clearly mad with lust. It would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night.” He finished. Loren took all his willpower to not laugh hysterically. But then that was replaced with rage at what Joffrey did next. He walked over to his father and poured wine over his head smiling cruelly as he did so. His father licked some of it off his fingers. “Fine vintage. Shame that it spilled.” He tried to play it off.

“It did not spill.” Joffrey said. That took Loren off the edge. He grabbed the jug and flung some of the wine in Joffrey’s face before pouring the rest of it over his head. This left Joffrey shocked beyond all belief. He couldn’t comprehend what happened. In fact, a lot of people couldn’t.

“Oops. That spilled. I’m so sorry Your Grace.” Loren deadpanned, mockingly. Joffrey then came to his senses and turned to him rage in his eyes.

“How dare you?!” He shouted. Loren wasn’t having any of it.

“How dare I, what?” He responded.

“This is my wedding!” He shouted.

“Is it? Well, you certainly acted like this at my wedding. I just thought it was a popular thing that people get made fun of at their own weddings.” He said nonchalantly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Joffrey was still brimming with rage.

“You apologize to me now!” He shouted.

“I don’t think I will. Especially after this shameful fucking performance.” Loren gestured to the actors. “Now, I can believe that Stannis killed Renly and Robb Stark dealt with the Ironborn. But you dealing with both Stannis and Stark? That I find hard to believe.”

“It was true, you little brat.” His aunt said. “Joffrey was very valiant on the field, you’re just jealous of his accomplishments.” Loren knew he had them in a trap.

“Really? So you were at all the war councils then Your Grace? Helping me and my father plan the invasion?” he asked him. Joffrey knew he couldn’t lie out of this one.

“I don’t have to explain myself. I am the king.” He said the last part proudly. Loren only shook his head in disappointment.

“Well, I would have hoped you would have tried to lie instead of brushing things off like you always do. I’m disappointed. I think I’ll be leaving. My wife is very tired. As am I.” Loren turned to walk away. He got to Sansa and took her arm and started walking down the steps.

“Cousin?” Joffrey called out. “Apologize to me now. Your king commands it.” He said haughtily. Loren merely scoffed.

“No I don’t think I will.” He said. He turned around again and walked further.

“You little bastard!” His aunt called out. Loren looked to her with hate in his eyes. She had no right to call him bastard. Her son was the true bastard. “You will obey your king, come here!” Loren looked between her and Joffrey. He was smiling smugly while his aunt was looking at him with rage. His grandfather looked to be telling him to not do anything stupid with his eyes. And his father looked at him with much disappointment. It was too much for Loren and he walked away for the third time. He heard a sword being withdrawn and turned to see Joffrey trying to charge at him. Unfortunately he couldn’t make it two steps before he tripped over himself and landed hard on the floor, he screamed in pain. Loren couldn’t help the next words that came out of his mouth.

“This is the king who defeated Stannis Baratheon and Robb Stark?” He told the crowd. “He can’t even make it from one table to the next.” He spat out.

“I want his head! Kill him now!” Joffrey screamed out. But the guards did nothing, Tywin silenced them all with a look. He nodded his head to Loren gesturing for him and Sansa to leave. They managed to make their way to the Red Keep and undressed for bed. Though what puzzled him before was that there were bells ringing. Most likely for Joffrey and Margaery. Loren then laid next to Sansa.

“Well, that was enlightening.” Loren said.

“Quite so. I don’t think I’ve seen Joffrey more raging at you in my entire life.”

“He doesn’t mean any of it. He’s not that smart. He just gets angry whenever people don’t do as he says. My grandfather will reign him in, no doubt he is right now.” Loren said. He and Sansa got into bed. Then Sansa did something unexpected to Loren, she started cuddling up to him. This took Loren by surprise but he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“I wanted to say, I’m really excited about the baby.” She said. This took him even more by surprise. He looked down at her and saw her smiling at him.

“Well, what do you think? Boy or girl?” He asked eagerly.

“I don’t want to know, not until it’s ready to come out.” She responded.

“Oh a surprise huh?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it’ll be a long six months then.” He teased her. She laughed and then they shared a long kiss. Loren started going to her shift to take it off but she stopped him.

“Not tonight. I’m really tired.” She said. Loren mock pouted but kissed her again. “I love you.” She said.

“I love you too.” Loren said. That night, no interruptions were made. In the morning, Loren was just barely getting up when he heard a knock on the door. Loren went to the door and opened it slightly. Sansa was still sleeping. It was Rollam knocking at the door. “Rollam, what is it?” The boy looked nervous.

“Um, Lord Tywin ordered me to not tell you until now. King Joffrey is dead. Poisoned. Your father is accused of killing the king.”