THE NORTHERN CRUSADE

INTERLUDE- 1

Summary:- The Situation In King's Landing.

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299 AC

CROWNLANDS

KING'S LANDING

TYRION LANNISTER

There wasn't much love in him for the woman sat at his left. In all honesty, it was difficult for him to believe she had any kind of love for him despite being her brother but if life and love were simple, he wouldn't have been who he was.

Most people were attracted to all things shiny and pretty, category in which his sister fell, sadly. He had morbid interest in all those dark secrets and ugly things that were hidden or broken, some people might say he was fond of those of his kind.

Never had he imagined himself in the position he was currently in. His father wasn't fond of him either but he respected blood ties and so he had given him a task he could only trust in the hands of his kin.

But it still made him somewhat angry. In his entire life his father had done nothing but scorn him, and now after seeing that their family is in a perilous position his father had finally acknowledged his intelligence.

His father may not admit it but out of three of his siblings, Tyrion is the only one who shares his father's intelligence and cunning. His aunt Genna, had once said that Tyrion is the only real son of Tywin, because he matches his father's Intelligence and cunning.

That didn't ended well for his Aunt as Tywin refused to talk to her for an entire year after she had said those words.

Even still it was insulting to think that his father had entirely given up on Jaime being returning home alive.

He grabbed the goblet of wine in front of him and then took a mouthful of the sweet liquor. He eyed his sister at his side and huffed. She was such an obstinate woman, one who only wanted power and her wishes made reality.

It seemed awful of him but a part of him believed she had been praying to the Gods for the death of her husband for years. It was as if she had been freed from a curse but during those long years she had become a bitter and conniving woman.

In a different life Tyrion would have felt pity for his sister. But after everything she had done to make his life hell, he wouldn't feel a hint of remorse for her suffering.

Cersei wasn't happy with his arrival; that was for certain. She didn't even have the decency to hide it, to pretend.

"If I were capable of tricking Father, I'd be Emperor of the world by now. You brought this on yourself." She had because she had lost control of her son, the new King Of The Seven Kingdoms, a boy who had no respect for anyone and was amused by the heads of people rolling at his feet. A sadist and a coward and he was saying it despite being family but he was allowed as there was no love or respect to reciprocate.

"I've done nothing!" she snapped at him.

"Quite right, you did nothing when your son called for Ned Stark's head! Now the entire North has risen up against us!"

The North. It was not an easy place to live in and he only was there for a few weeks. The weather created men who were hard and resilient, not like in the South and much less like his arrogant and pompous nephew.

He knew the chances of victory diminished with each enemy his dear nephew, Joffrey, made.

"I tried to stop it!" she said but her tone gave her away. She had no control over the situation and she probably did want to get rid of the last tie to her late husband.