Chapter X: The War of the Three Kings
A month after the proclamation, once my host of twenty thousand had been assembled, I struck out for Storm's End, knowing what Stannis' answer would be. I left Willas Tyrell in charge and in defense of the capital, as I knew Tywin Lannister would try again. Our journey to Storm's End was blocked by a single army, half our size. The battle was over before the sun set, and Storm's End was reached a few weeks later. There was no need to treat with Stannis. We both knew how this dance went. Once more, Storm's End was besieged, and the camp life I had lived a scant fifteen years ago came back as if it was yesterday. The Dornish marched up their Marches, still months away from assistance. Tywin Lannister, with a new host, bit at the edges of the Crownlands, too fearful to approach. The northern lords stayed out of this war, taking no side.
The siege itself took eight long months. Ships were brought from King's Landing to blockade Shipbreaker Bay, and catapults fired into Storm's End day and night. No real purchase was sought, merely the unnerving of the defending garrison. Near the end of the eighth month, the gates finally swung open, and Stannis walked out once again, twice defeated in his own castle. We bound him in chains and escorted him back to King's Landing. Stewardship of the Stormlands was stripped from the House Baratheon and given to the House Tarth, led by the Evenstar himself.
In King's Landing, Stannis waited not even a day before demanding a trial by combat. He claimed that I no longer had the right to imprison him after I had stripped him of his rank. I did not care to start a long and lengthy trial, and knew that Stannis should no chance either way. And so, I accepted his offer, and informed him that he would be fighting Ser Jaime Lannister on the morrow. He took the news of his inevitable death with grace.
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Stannis was prepared first. He strode into the arena armored in unadorned plate mail and bearing generic arms. He made no sound and gave no response to the jeers of the crowd, merely taking his place on the Tourney Grounds of King's Landing. Ser Jaime arrived a few moments later, the complete opposite of Stannis. After his betrayal, I had his old armor melted down, re-forged, and re-dyed. He strode out onto the field garbed in armor of black and red, bearing a shield emblazoned with the sigil of House Targaryen in his left hand, a blade of rippling steel with a black hilt embedded with a red gem in his right. For the purpose of this fight, I had loaned Jaime Blackfyre, the better to make this fight certain. Clearly enjoying the adulation of the crowd, Jaime took his position across from Stannis, and they both began circling each other.
Then, the fight ended. Jaime swept forward, thrusting Blackfyre forward at Stannis, who seemed to be caught unprepared. But, alas, he was not. Stannis stepped to the side of Jaime and struck his sword hand with his unadorned shield. Jaime yelped in pain and almost dropped Blackfyre, but it didn't matter. Stannis sword caught him then, spitting Jaime in one blow and finishing him. The Crimsonknight was dead, having failed to inflict even a minor wound on his opponent.
I pried my lips loose. "In the sight of gods and men, Lord Stannis Baratheon is found innocent, and shall be set free immediately. Go forth, Lord Stannis, and leave King's Landing."
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Jaime's body was prepared and sent to Casterly Rock the next day. I commanded his escort to stop by Barrowbridge, which was where Tywin was camped. After another month, the army I had left behind in Storm's End arrived, and together with the Tyrell host, we marched on Tywin Lannister. We outnumbered his small host nearly three-to-one, and he could not escape us in time. Tywin's army was nearly encircled, and over eighteen thousand men died that day, most of them bearing Lannister colors. Tywin had managed to flee the battle with a host of five and a half thousand men, but he did not remain free for long. He tried to flee back towards Casterly Rock, but he was caught outside Payne Hall in a week, and his remaining force was crushed. Tywin himself was taken prisoner.
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"So, King Rhaegar, you've won." Even sitting chained in a cage, Tywin managed to carry himself proudly, to inject some contempt into his words. "I must thank you for delivering Jaime, though, of course, alive would have been preferable. Part of me hopes that you would have expelled him after his betrayal, but alas. Cersei did not survive the news. A raven flew in two days ago, with word that my daughter flung herself from the battlements of Casterly Rock. It appears that all my children are dead, with my only heirs being Tullys." Tywin laughed a mirthless laugh then. "Why did you pardon Jaime, Your Grace? Will you at least tell me that?" I looked into his eyes with my own, with no emotions in either set. "To use against you. To serve as a cruel joke, a final jape, to further twist the knife into your traitorous belly before you lost everything." His eyes darkened with anger then. "Why did you do it, Tywin? Why join such an obviously lost cause?" His voice was quiet, cold. "Obviously lost? It seems you are more of a fool than I imagined. Tell me, Rhaegar, how long could you have held out in King's Landing had not your son-in-law saved you. Had I been at King's Landing a week earlier, you would likely be at the Wall right now." He was quiet for a time. "Did you know you were supposed to marry Cersei, originally?" I nodded. "Do you know how frustrating it was, having to settle for the Blackfish as a son-in-law? How infuriating it was, to watch you take whore after whore into your bed? Your cause was lost. If only the High Septon had been a tad smarter about sealing off the docks first thing, there would have been nothing you could have done. Nothing. And your son would have succeeded, a young, easily manipulated boy that could easily be requested to release Jaime. So do whatever you need to do, Rhaegar, and be done with it. My legacy has already crumbled, there is nothing else you can do to it." "Is that right?" My voice was cold, emotionless. "I think you're wrong on that account. I think there is something more I can do. I can destroy your name." His head whipped up. "As you should expect, stewardship of the Westerlands will no longer be held by the Lannisters, or, as it now seems, the Tullys. It will instead fall to Lady Perra Lefford of the Golden Tooth." His eyes blazed with anger. "She's a young fool you idiot boy-" "Secondly," I spoke, cutting him off, "it shall be you who goes to the wall, Tywin Lannister. You will live out your remaining days at the Wall, never again to see your crumbling and failed family." I turned to leave, but decided to drive the knife further home. "You shouldn't have let Cersei kill Tyrion. Him, I would have left in charge." And with that, I walked away, never to see Tywin Lannister again.
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Minor side note: I don't actually think anyone killed Tyrion. It says he died of suspicious circumstances, but poking around in the save has given me these two lines of code
death_reason=1
killer=0
For this reason I am forced to assume that Tyrion was, in fact, not murdered, but I felt that this made more dramatic sense. Also, I am coming up to the end of my material, so the next part will probably be a world update to cover while I go further.