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                         King's Landing

A particular lioness was screaming at the top of her lungs as she was forcefully removed from the comforts of her chambers and into a black cell.

Cersei tried clawing at the guards that were holding her." Get your filthy hands off me! I am the Queen. Have you lost your mind? Let me go; I will have you all hanged for this!"

The Lannister guards didn't respond; instead, they threw the Lioness into one of the cells, locked the door, and walked away, leaving the Lioness in a rage.

" I will have their heads for this." She mumbled.

" You will be having no one's head, mother. " A familiar voice said.

Cersei looked up and saw her son Tommen standing in front of her. She got up from the ground and walked towards him, gripping the bars before her. " My sweet boy, thank goodness you're here! I have been wrongfully accused of attempted murder and thrown in here. You must get me out of here."

Tommen shook her head. " This was no mistake, mother. I ordered you to be put in here for your safety and everyone else."

Cersei's gaze hardened, the hurt and wrath visible on her face. She now resembles a lion ready to tear apart its prey.

" You did, What?" She asked. "You ordered those men to drag me out of my  chambers and into this filthy cell!?"

" Yes, I did." The young Lion hissed. "I know what you are behind the attempted murder of Aunt Lyarra. "

" Attempted?" Cersei questioned.

" Yeah, it seems Aunt Lyarra or should I say Elaena now is alive and well across the Narrow Sea," Tommen said, with a smile. "She's given birth to triplets, two boys and a girl."

The Lioness's eyes widened in shock and rage at what she was hearing. The Ice Wolf whore lives. Jaime impregnated that whore and dare gives her children after I had given him three healthy, beautiful cubs!?

" Does she now?" She asked, with a tight smile.

Tommen nodded. " Yes, she is well, thankfully." But, for these last 2 years, she had to live in fear thanks to you and Lord Baelish's actions. Luckily, Aunt Elanea no longer has to live in fear, for Uncle Jaime has executed Lord Baelish along with the Lannister guards you sent to kill her this very morning. "

" I played no role in her attempted homicide." Cersei lied.

" Oh, mother, don't you ever tire of lying?"  The young Lion asked rhetorically. "Just tell the truth for once,  and perhaps it can set you free."

Cersei shook her head. " I don't know what you're talking about, Tommen. But I am innocent. I did nothing to that girl. "

" They are witnesses claiming you did." He said. "And their testimonies are quite clear and trustworthy, for I know you would do anything to keep Uncle Jaime all to yourself."

" No, he can't possibly know." She thought.

The young Lion gazed at his mother deeply. " I know about you and Uncle Jaime. Myrcella as well, we've always known."

The Lioness stood stunned at a loss of words, unsure what to say. " Tommen, I— "

" I don't blame you for turning to Uncle Jaime, seeing as you were married to an abusive, cheating, lying husband. My problem is how you've raised Joffrey to be a monster. You and the late King Robert never taught him what it meant to be a ruler."

"Do not dare mention the name of that—"

"—Drunken? Whore? I wish someone brought a mirror so that you may stare at yourself like the sinner  that you are."

Sinner was a strong word, but that was undoubtedly the most accurate term for his mother.

" How dare you!" Cersei seethed, raising her hand to slap him, but he caught it before she could. For the first time in her life, Cersei feared what her "sweet boy" would do. At this moment, Tommen was an actual lion, not a cub anymore.

" You have no power over me anymore." He said. "I hold all the cards now, not you nor grandfather. He perished when he left Uncle Kevan to Kamakura's leviathans at sea."

" My son, please!" The Lioness pleaded.

" Who caused Bran's fall?" He demanded. "I know you played a part in that as well. Lord Baelish confessed that you hired an assassin to kill Bran to ensure he never woke up again."

Cersei shook her head. " I did not push that boy off that tower, nor was I involved in sending that assassin after him. He had to die. He saw something that he wasn't supposed to, and your father... Uncle Jaime he—"

" He pushed Bran off that tower, didn't he?." Tommen asked. "And sent that assassin after him."

The Lioness lowered her gaze to the floor. "Yes, you are right. Jaime did push him off—" she paused. Never in her life had she confessed her wrongdoings to a child.

A child who took her power from her.

Tommen stood there stunned, unsure what to say. " And, did you send those men to kill Aunt Elaena? Tell me the truth if you have any love for me."

It was an order, even if he did not say so outright. Cersei lowered her head further as if she was being scolded by a parent.

" Yes, I did." She said sternly. "And I don't regret a damn thing; that god-forsaken whore almost took everything I loved away from me. You and Mrycella were getting too close, and Jaime was beginning to—"

" Love her." He said. You couldn't just let him be happy, could you?"

Cersei shook her head. " He was mine; he was meant to be mine!"

" If you loved Uncle Jaime so much as you claim, then why did you constantly keep hurting him?." He asked. 

"I have my needs, Tommen. You can go on and on about men being virile, but we women have that right, too. I slept with your cousin Lancel because I missed your uncle too much. He... he resembled..."

Cersei felt like exploding into a pool of liquid wildfire out of humiliation.

"  What is wrong with you?" He asked. "Who are you? Because this woman in front of me isn't the woman that raised me and Myrcella. This cruel, vicious woman isn't the mother I looked up to. "

Cersei was never kind, to begin with; just ask poor, dead, delusional Melarra Heathrrspoon. Tommen only knew if he visited that woods witch.

"  I mean, what kind of mother tries to kill another woman's children!?" He yelled."They're just babies; what have they done to you? "

She hated this...

Cersei never liked Lyarra, no, Elaena from the start. Even with her false black hair, it was evident that she was more beautiful than her, obviously younger, and had birthed three children in one go, unlike herself, who kept trying until she eventually had Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen.

Why was fate so cruel, denying her everything she wanted and giving them to the Targaryen whore!?

"The gods are cruel, Tommen.", came her reply.

Tommen smiled at her mockingly. "Really? There's a long-standing rumor that you wished to marry Rhaegar Targaryen in your youth."

"He was promised to me until that old coot publicly denied it at Lannisport!"

"Hmmm,"

That explained a lot.

House Targaryen was infamous for its incestuous traditions. Perhaps, as a desire to fit in with her dream family, Cersei started to experiment with her twin.

Quite the disgusting motive, the king rationalized.

"You never loved Uncle.", he finally spoke up. "You have used him to fill your fantasies of becoming a Targaryen, and now that he's lost his perfection in your eyes..."

He didn't need to say more.

The Lioness stood there silenced and stunned for the first time in forever. Usually, she would have a clever comeback to say, but in this moment, she felt lost and defeated.

" I finally understand you, mother." He continued. "After all these years trying to figure you out, I learned that you are just another whore in the crowd trying to rise to the top of the ladder. Your pride and envy will be your undoing."

" You're wrong, my son." She finally spoke up.

Tommen gazed at his mother deeply, wondering how he could be related to this cruel woman in front of him. No wonder Joffrey turned out the way he did. Mother has been influencing him his whole life."

" Grandfather has returned from his invasion." He said.

Cersei's eyes perked up in interest. " I trust your grandfather dealt with those heretics swiftly," She said. "I knew their heads would hang high on the city gates soon enough.

"He lost." Tommen deadpanned. "Uncle Kevan is dead because of him."

" Not much of a loss." She mumbled.

"I heard that "

"He's no lion. A mere sea cannot kill a lion."

"A leviathan could, and there he lies."

A knock was heard from outside. Tommen turned around, spotting a guard whose head peeked through the small window in the cell's door.

"The Trail is about to begin, Your Majesty.", he announced.

"No!" Cersei protested. Don't leave me in this filthy cell!

" Goodbye, Mother," Tommen said. Hopefully, some time here will help you come to your senses.

He emerged from the cells,  determination visible in his eyes. He was confident that his Uncle Tyrion would be anxious to lash out in front of everyone at the Throne Room.

 
                              __________

Tyrion stood in the middle of the gathering, face blemished from his time inside the cells. Directly in front of him was his oh-so-imposing father, who earned to have relished in the moment of his judgment. Euphraise stood beside a nonplussed Oberyn, clutching the robe that covered her swollen belly, her eyes stern. This blasted family was always thirsty for power, with no regard for their kind's hearts.

" Let the trial begin," Tywin ordered, determined to get down to business.

Suddenly, the doors to the throne room opened up, and Myrcella, along with Prince Trystane Martell Martell's soldiers, followed closely.

" Our apologies for the interruption, grandfather," Myrcella said, making her way up the steps of the Iron Throne. " I shall begin the proceeding in your stead."

" That's very noble of you, Myrcella," Tywin said. "But, that is the job of the Hand of the King."

"I am a Princess, or have you been so blinded by your pride that it slipped your mind?" Myrcella retorted, her eyes slowly turning their gaze on Euphrasie.

As Tywin was about to intervene, Jaime stepped in, pulling him over to the side before he did something he regretted.

"All rise for the court!" he exclaimed.

Mrycella lifted her skirts, watching her uncle and pregnant aunt's every move, and carefully sat down, gripping the armchair tightly, not wanting to cut herself. Trystane sat by her side in support. She focused on the gallery full of people and cleared her throat before speaking.

" Greetings, my subjects; we stand here today as witnesses to the trial of Tyrion Lannister of House Lannister; he is accused of attempted murder of the late King Joffrey Baratheon. Both sides will be able to present their evidence and witness." She continued. "But, first, there is a word of another crime that has been committed by someone in this court: Tyranny, false accusations, fraud, and most importantly, genocide."

Euphraise leaned forward slightly, though her face indicated her disinterest in the proceedings. Oberyn's eyes widened, spotting something unmentionable on her gown.

" Grandfather, how do you plead?" Mrycella asked, turning her gaze on Tywin.

Gasps rang throughout the room, and all eyes turned to the Old Lion. Tyrion walked away from the middle of the crowd, wanting to stick close to his heavily pregnant wife.

Jaime stood in, the crowd stunned at the actions of his niece, not expecting this at all. No one outed the Old Lion and got away to tell it. " Oh,  Mrycella, you are landing yourself in high water."

" What is this?" Tywin demanded, stalking towards his granddaughter, but was held back from approaching her more by a Martell guard.

" My Queen has asked you a question," Trystane said. "How do you plead?"

"Not guilty!" Tywin huffed.

Euphraise's expression had contorted into a painted one. Oberyn's face signaled worry. A trial was no place for a mother-to-be.

"Why, we all know that is a lie, demon Lion.." A voice said.

Everyone turned around at the sound of the voice and saw a silver-haired man entering the Throne room, strolling towards the old Lion; a darkened gaze filled his face.

" Ser Hayate, I am glad you can make it." Mrycella greeted with a smile. Thank you for answering my letter."

Haycate smiled. " Thank you, Princess, for your invitation. I have quite a bit to say about this Lion's crimes."

" WHAT IN THE GOD'S NAME IS THIS HERETIC DOING HERE?" Tywin yelled.

. " Guards, seize him." He ordered

Two Lannister guards came forward towards Hayate with their swords drawn out. With a flick of his hand, Hayate sent the guards flying out of the throne room and across the hall.

Euphraise nearly lost her balance, only held in place by Oberyn's grip. Tyrion looked horrified and finally raised his voice.

"Your conduct is unbecoming of a nobleman, let alone a Hand of the King. Let the good Ser speak, and then you can have your turn.

"And why would I let him have his turn?" scoffed Tywin. "As a native of this land, I deserve to speak first, not this heretic."

"That isn't how justice works, Father." Tyrion retorted. "Princess, please ignore his nonsense and continue."

Myrcella smiled and shushed the court, her hand giving a subtle signal for a Master to come forth. Pycelle tried to step up, only for Jaime to provide him with a warning glare.

"I believe the accuser always speaks first in a proceeding, Grandfather. So please, hold your tongue until Ser Hayate is finished."

" Thank you, Princess," Haycate said.

Hayate cleared his throat and began to address the court. " My Ladies, Lords, members of the court, I stand here before you today to expose the crimes committed by this demon Lion." (Name-calling was relatively low, but his patience was spent). The allegation against Tryon Lannister for the murder of King Joffrey is nothing but false speculation." Deep down inside his bitter heart, Lord Tywin knows his son is innocent yet still wants to put him on trial because he wants him dead. He knows who the real murderers are."

With that, he glanced up at the Tryell family sitting in the high seats. OlennTyrellll glances down at the Heretic cold; she would be damned if she let the Heretic ruin all she's done. " He must die."

Euphraise let out a loud gasp while Oberyn rubbed circles on her back to comfort her. "I... I don't feel so well.", she whispered.

"It will be over soon.", the Dornish royal replied. "Just best it for a moment."

Hayate's gaze softened slightly at the expecting rose. Not her; she does not have it in her to kill.

He turned his gaze away, letting his words sink in before continuing. " Lord Tywin, you are not just guilty of tyranny and false accusations, but also for the murders of Princess Elia and her children Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon, as well as the blood of innocent Kamakurans." He started bitterly.

The room fell into silence as Hayate's words echoed throughout the Throne room. 

" You have forgotten something else, Lord Hayate," Tyrion said. " Attempted kidnapping of Queen Elaena's children;  Prince Lucaelon, Princess Naersella and Prince, Jacaerion and attempted homicide ."

" Oh? Do come forward, Uncle. Please enlighten the court with regards to another heavy charge." Myrcella requested.

" Those heirs are mine." Tywin hissed. " They belong to House Lannister; I was merely taking back what was stolen from me."

"What you are saying is the product of your arrogance!" Euphraise protested, a finger raised. "As a mother myself, I believe the children belong to the one who gave them life— ouch..."

Tyrion was surprised how she could still speak despite the impending labor. He indeed chose well.

" That damn girl stole my legacy from me!" Tywin yelled. " I won't let anything interfere with my legacy." 

" Your son is the one who ruined that." Hayate hissed. " He's done nothing but destroy Elaena, hurt her over and over again.

"Enough!" Myrcella yelled. "Lord Tyrion, the details regarding the attempted kidnapping and homicide, please?"

"  He conspired with Joeah Mormont to abduct the children in exchange for a royal pardon., as well as the attempted murders of Queen Elaena and Daenerys Targaryen."

The silence was deafening. Who would have thought...

"How many charges are you lowlifes pressing against me?" Tywin questioned.

"Several." Hayate and Tyrion quipped simultaneously.

"How do you plead, grandfather?" Mrycella demanded.

"Not guilty. Lies, all of them made to diminish the Lannister name!"

"Because that is all you've ever cared about," Tyrion stated. "You never cared about us as people, and look at the results; Cersei is the mother of madness, I am the outcast, and now Jaime is a broken man."

" Lions can't be broken." Tywin scoffed.

"Tyrion, he probably wouldn't do it. He cannot — would not — condone the deaths of children." Jaime spoke up

"Oh brother, sweet innocent brother, if only you knew," Tyrion mumbled.

" I see the Golden Lion is as stupid as ever." Hayate scoffed. " You haven't changed as I see; when will you open your eyes and see your father who he really is?"

"My brother isn't stupid; just blind."

Blind to the truth, that is.

" Tyrion, he is a Heretic." The Golden Lion hissed. " We can't trust him; for all we know, he could've cast a spell on us.

"I experienced first-hand the evils in his heart, Jaime. By the way, I also forgot to mention that he planned the massacre of the Starks at a wedding."

Now, that caused the court to go into an uproar. They could turn a blind eye to Hayate's testimony, but breaking sacred hospitality? Absolutely not!

" Brother, when will you finally wake up and see what our father is?" Tyrion cried out. " He is why you and Elaena are no longer together."

Euphraise produced something from the pockets of her gown, handing them to a guard beside her. The Martell soldier passed it to Myrcella, whose face looked gravely disappointed.

Letters: correspondence between him and Lord Roose. Well done, Euphraise!

" No, if anyone had anything to do with me and Elaena's marriage falling apart; it's this demon Heretic  here," Jaime said.

Myrcella finally had enough, using a nearby spear to command silence. "Lord Tywin Lannister, it appears that the accusations of your plot for the Red Wedding have merit."

Both Jaime and Tyrion stopped their argument, surprised. "How?" they both asked.

"It's my attendant's work," Euphrasie explained. "Every smart person knows that she should consult the maids for the latest news inside the castle. You see, the cupbearer, Karissa, has excellent memory and penmanship. She read over the messages exchanged between the Lion and the flayer, then duplicated the letters in the dead of night. Pycelle has a predictable sleep schedule, which she uses to her advantage."

Karissa, who was standing closest to the door, gave a curtsy as a response.

The Grand Master, for his part, looked ashamed beyond a reasonable doubt. It was okay to have a sleep schedule, but this tactic was just low!

" ENOUGH OF THIS MADNESS!" Tywin yelled. "This is precisely why women aren't allowed to sit on the iron throne; do you wish to be another Rhaenyra Targaryen!?"

"Rhaenyra Targaryen is a woman of the past." Euphraise deadpanned. The verdict was clear: guilty.

And apparently, her children agreed because now her paints were getting worse.

"  Ser Darron, Seize this murderer," Myrcella ordered.

Ser Darron, a male of four and twenty, came forward with his sword drawn out.

"No!" Tywin yelled, "I am the Hand of the King; you cannot do this!"

"Anyone who says that they are a hand of the king is not truly in that position. A true adviser never flaunts his name." Tyrion responded, watching the spectacle that was his father's downfall.

" Guards!"

Lannister soldiers filled the room, red and gold surrounding their former leader.

" Blood will spill here today, granddaughter, if you do not stand down." Tywin threatened. " Your soldiers here will be killed.

"Hey! No taking of hostages!" shouted a nobleman.

" You think he stands alone!" Mrycella exclaimed.

Trystane got up from his seat and drew his sword, Martell soldiers following suit.

" Kill them all, I command it."

"NO!" Euphraise pleaded, already succumbing to her pains. "Enough bloodshed has occurred for the past year! Just surrender, Lord Tywin... for the grandchildren who desperately want to meet their father."

Suddenly, a Lannister soldier threw a spear at one of the Martell soldiers, instantly killing him. " Arrest them all!" Mrycella yelled.

Guess Euphraise's pleas were for naught, as always.

Chaos erupted throughout the throne room as more Lannister soldiers came barging into the room with their swords drawing out, haphazardly throwing them towards any Martell guard they could see like a javelin competition. It was a hit or miss, but enough to terrify the nobles who were watching.

Oberyn came rushing out of the crowd with his sword drawn,  charging at one of the Lannister soldiers, stopping them from getting anywhere near Myrcella.

" Tyrion was right," Jaime mumbled. "He always was."

The court fell silent again.

"Have we all had enough of murder? Of war? Of bloodshed? I suffered your judgment for the better part of my life to save this City from wildfire all these years ago, only for a tyrant like you to take the helm!"

Tywin was shocked. No, this is just a bad dream.

"Just now, Euphraise was pleading with you to surrender, and what did you respond with? THIS!"

Everyone nodded, some ladies voluntarily taking the bloodstained corpses away for preservation.

" Jaime, everything I do is for you." The Great Lion said. " You are my heir, my son."

"No!" Jaime exclaimed. "You only did it for yourself, for power and your insatiable greed."

He stormed off, grabbing Tyrion's shoulder and bending over so that he could look at his face more closely.

"Now, let's go see your children."

Tywin stood there lost for the first time in forever and, much to everyone's shock, threw his sword on the ground. " The Great Lion had surrendered.

Within moments, Oberyn, along with other Martell soldiers, restrained the Great Lion and the remaining Lannister soldiers in the cuff.

" Wise choice." He said.

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Euphraise held back a scream as the Maester Myrcella tasked to watch over her guided her out of the throne room, Karissa close by. The red-haired handmaiden called for midwives and medics as the trio's footsteps rushed across the halls. With the rush of adrenaline, both she and a troop of physicians reached the birthing chambers, where Euphraise lay done, her breaths ragged.

"...Where's Tyrion?" she asked.

"He'll be here soon." the midwife reassured her. "For now, you must endure this."

Euphraise closed her eyes, feeling the full force of the contractions set in. She desperately wanted to stay silent, but it was all too much to bear.

Somehow, she was having an ominous feeling. Her kin were known to give birth to children without much complications, but in her case, she felt as if her cubs could not push further.

No...  no, no, no! This cannot be!

Forcing herself to push on, screaming all the while. Be it pain or frustration, she could not hear the pleas of the medics to let them help.

"My lady, please calm yourself!"

"NO!"

"Lady Euphraise, that's not safe!"

In a moment of distress, all of her wisdom was thrown out the window, her instincts telling her to push and push until her children could finally take their well-deserved first breaths.

Outside the birthing room, the corridor was desolate. Euphrasie screams echoed throughout the area, scaring any passerby into retreating. Tyrion and Myrcella were running towards the chambers, eager to catch sight of the new cubs that would soon enter the world. It had been a while since they celebrated for real, barring the bloody assassination of Joffrey.

Myrcella slowly peaked through the double doors, quickly covering her nose with a spare handkerchief. Tyrion followed her, unfazed by the smell. Euphraise lay on the bed, her lids heavy with exhaustion, skin pale as a ghost's. The Master let out a defeated sigh, leaving his place by the mother's bedside to approach the Princess and the baby's father.

"My lord, could you please come here for a moment?" he requested. Tyrion complied, looking worried. His dear wife was exhausted, yet she still tried to hold on.

"Before the trials began, Princess Myrcella kindly asked me to check on her in case something dire happened. As it turns out, someone has been poisoning your wife, causing the contractions to slow down when it should be the opposite."

Myrcella had listened in, her eyes widened in shock. "Who would do this?"

"Pycelle, no doubt," mumbled Tyrion. "He is Cersei's medical dog; I wouldn't put it past her to order poison of that sort. "

"Why would Mother stoop so low!?" Myrcella cried out.

"She loathes me, 'Cella. She despises everyone who dares to love me for me and the children that come with the union. "

Euphraise tried to sit up, but a midwife stopped her.

"So... she wants Pycelle to poison her so that the babies can't get out, and then the medics will be forced to perform that."

"Very sharp, Lord Lannister. This poison has been used on noble wombs to ensure that we perform that."

Myrcella knew what they were talking about a bloody way to dispose of their enemies' heirs.

"Is there an antidote?"

"Yes. However, it Will increase the labor speed two fold."

Tyrion approached Euphraise, who was staring blankly at him.

"I don't want them to die..."

"Our cubs aren't going to die, I promise you."

"How...?"

"They will give you an antidote. You'll be alright; just endure this."

"Anti...dite? Tyrion, I don't understand..."

"Pycelle poisoned you."

As if struck by lightning, Euphraise's eyes cleared. Fine, if you dare to poison my children, well, I'm going to fight back harder.

Myrcella passed her a bottle of bluish liquid, the drink disappearing into the patient's throat in one gulp. Tyrion grabbed a chair beside his beloved wife as she brought their children into the world.

It took a few minutes before the antidote took effect. Euphraise felt as if some giant was pushing on her stomach. She was silent at first, wanting to appear calm and collected in front of everyone. Her efforts became more futile as the pain increased, and it was a good thing everyone brought something to cover their ears.

"CURSE YOU CERSEI, YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS— AAAAAAHH!"

Outside the door, Olenna Tyrell' was passing through. She had seen the troubled look on her granddaughter's face, and a plan formed in her mind.

They're half-Tyrell, still valid.

She stood by the doorway, listening to Euphraise throw curse after curse at Cersei, Tywin, and Pycelle. Internally, she wished she'd curse Tyrion, too.

It was night when the area around the birthing room grew quiet. Gathering her courage, Olenna stepped into the chambers, finding Myrcella and Tyrion holding bundles wrapped in green and gold.

"Twins, Aunt Euphraise... just like my mother and uncle were," Myrcella informed.

"T-thank you, Cella," Euphraise replied with a happy smile.

" A boy and a girl, how lovely," Olenna said. "An heir for Casterly Rock, finally." At least

"Hello, Lady Tyrell.", Myrcella greeted.

" Princess Myrcella." Olenna greeted the Princess, " I must say impressive work back there; you had your granddaughter on the floor in shock.

Mrycella nodded. " Yes, well, it was about time grandfather learned his place." She said coldly.

" About damn time," Tyrion mumbled.

"Tyrion, can I hold my daughter?" Euphraise request, which Myrcella obliged. Under the moon's light, the girl possessed lighter blonde hair than the usual Lannister coloring, a rather unusual instance of genetic mutation. Euphraise gazed at her daughter, the girl's eyes open for the first time, a pale green with a hint of gray.

Tyrion held his son and almost burst into tears. He looks so much like Uncle Gerion... same curls, same eyes — oh wait, he has Euphraise's nose, thank goodness.

" Lannisters truly." The Queen of Thorns commented, gazing down at the infants. " That's good; the West won't take kindly to anything else." She said, staring at the imp.

Tyrion nodded. " Yes, the West is quite strict on who controls their lands." He said.

" Congratulations to both of you, New heirs for House Lannister and the West," Olenna said with a smile.

"And what shall you name my adorable little cousins?" Myrcella added, curious eyes gazing in between Tyrion and Euphrates.

" Their names shall be Ariella and Leonel Lannister," Euphriase said.

"Of course you'd choose 'Ariella' for our daughter." Tyrion smiled a little sadly. "Cersei's suggestion." For all of her faults, she sure knows the good names.

After all this time, he still clung to the very faint hope that his sister still cared about him.

It is gone now.

" Those are beautiful names, Auntie," Mrycella said with a smile. "We shall hold a celebration once you've recovered. And... we can talk about the damages from the war another time.", she told the last part to Tyrion.

He nodded, holding his son close. "May I request your leave, Myrcella, Lady Tyrell? I'd like to bask in my children's births alone with my wife."

Myrcella guided Olenna out of the room, taking one last glance at the family before she closed the door, the faint sound of Euphraise's singing voice in the air.

" Oh, Tyrion, they're so beautiful," Euphriase said. " And, to think they are ours."

"  Yes, I have never seen something so beautiful until this moment," Tyrion said tearfully.

"Ariella has a bit of resemblance to my aunt Alerie; I'll send her a letter once I can walk properly."

"Hightower?"

"Which is quite strange; Margaery's half-Hightower, not me."

Something clicked in Tyrion's mind, but he didn't wish to ruin the mood. Speculations could be saved for later.

Instead, he would enjoy this moment with his wife and children. Unknown to the pair, a Golden Lion watched them from the shadows; a smile formed on his face as he stared at the family before him.

" Thinking what could've been yours, demon Lion." A voice said behind him.

"Sir Hayate. Shouldn't you be back home by now?"

"Oh~ I am in a good mood, celebrating your father's downfall. By the way, your dearest Uncle Kevan is alive."

 
The Golden Lion turned, his expression shifting from a smile to shock. " He lives?"

Haycate nodded. " Yes, the Sea God and Fuytuski  have decided to take mercy on your Uncle." He said.

" Where is he?"

" Down in the black cells of Kamakura." The Old Crow answered.

Jaime signed out in relief. " Is he okay?"

" I'm not sure." Haycate said. " But, I do know he's much happier in the dungeons than here in this wretched city."

" I suppose your Emperor won't release him?" The Golden Lion inquired.

The Old Crow chuckled. " Why would he give up his only leverage against you, Lion?"  He said.

" Ser Haycate, my Uncle Kevan is innocent, he's done nothing wrong." Jaime said.

" He aided your father in a war campaign against Kamakura." Haycate hissed. " He stood back and watched your father execute many innocent people, he raided the islands."

The Lannniater shook his head. " He didn't have a choice." He said.

" You, Lions, can never take accountability for your actions can you?" The Magician scoffed. " It's always an excuse with you, Lannisters, you think you all could do whatever you damn please and get away with it." You think your wealth and power makes you better than everyone else, but in truth it just makes you ten times worse."

" And, what about you Ser Haycate?" Jaime questioned. " You think yourself to be some God of Justice that can order everyone around you, you use your magic to get what you want. " That's why I can't stand you Mages, you all think you're better than us mortals, but in truth you're just abominations to the world.

Haycate smirked. " I am not a mage nor some God of Justice." He answered.

" Then, What are you?" The Golden Lion inquired

"  A man that is just trying to get by."  The Old Crow said.

With that, Haycate walked away leaving the Golden Lion to his thoughts.  

How far the Lions have fallen.

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Thank you DendroKusanali for helping me with this chapter