Chapter 16: Ambition Rising
You little bugger! You think you can make amends with me now that I am victorious? I think not! You do not go bandying words like traitor & enemy and expect someone to forget it! Family we were before you broke that bond child lord. Oh, you know what else? I am breaking the betrothal between you and my daughter Jeyne! I shall find someone much more promising than you and more honorable than you. Someone who wouldn't label their future father-in-law as a traitor. *spits* You have made an enemy, the great Orson Lannister does not forget those who spur him!
"Have you any clue as to what he is saying", whispers one courtier to another as they watch their lord walk back and forth waving his hands as he more or less shouts to his chancellor what to write back in response to Lord Gawen Lannister. "Not a clue", the courtier whispers back. "but It's obviously very nasty and unpleasant".
Finished with what I wanted Cerrena to write back to the child lord, I waved her on with the next letter. Putting down her quill and picking up the next piece of paper, Cerrena clears her throat and announces, "To the great Lord Orson Lannister, The Smasher of Beetles, Ser Beetlebane, Keeper of Brightroar, The Smasher of Mountains..." The Smasher of Mountains? I've yet to hear of that one? Hmm, I like it, I must find the person who attached that herald to me and reward them for doing me that honor. Coming out of my thoughts I noticed that Cerrena was waiting for my response. Seeing me just stare at her she repeats herself, saying, "The Lady of the Blackwater sends an invitation to participate in her tourney. Will you m'lord?" Hmmm, my last one did not go so well, but I shall give it another go.
Ding! Bang! Clang! Went my armour as I was flung from the saddle, rolling and bouncing before I finally stopped. At least last time I had a view of the sky, this time it was all black and smelled of dust and dirt. "Better luck next time m'lord!", Ser Meryn Trant shouts as he rides back by me. I repeat what he said to me mockingly under my breath. As I stood I made sure to stick out my tongue at where his voice came from. Unfortunately, no one saw due to the dirt that was clogging up the face guard. I could easily cut him down if given a blade.
"You know that was just like your last joust, expect you landed on your face this time around", quips my wife. I narrow my eyes when I turn to look at her as my man servant takes off my armour. Maybe jousting was not for me, but I will keep trying. I am going to make that Trant fellow eat his words.
Returning home after the tourney was finished, I found that another child was born to my son! Another girl it was, nothing wrong with that, but I am going to start worrying if we don't get another male heir soon. They decided to name her Kyra. I would have gone with Khuura, but it is close enough. It seems we are more prone to daughters than sons. They are still young though, so there is all the time in the world, or at least a large portion of it for more children to come.
By the bloody beetles, what could Ser Daven deem so important as to come storming into my private lounge where I was playing smash the beetles with my granddaughter Khuuina. "Sorry to barge in m'lord, but this is urgent news. Lord Gawen of Casterly Rock has declared war on the Lord Paramount under allegations of tyranny", states Daven as he stands in front of me. What does this have to do with me? That little miscreant will get what is coming to him. I make my feelings known to Marshal Daven. "That my be m'lord, but he has requested that all his vassals take up arms for him", he replies to me. Bah! I helped little man and his father before him in their fights, but I will not help this brat in his fight. To hell with him, I'd rather help my kinsman on the pointy throne, at least he does not call his family traitors!
I didn't even have to lift a finger in this fight. The Non-Lannister who calls himself "Paramount" did all the heavy lifting for me! He came in and stomped the forces of the child lord, quickly defeating him. With no troops to fight me, the child lord was forced to release me from any obligations. Shows him right. In honor of our easy victory I commenced that a feast was to be held in honor of our blood-less victory (at least for me). I wanted something special for this one. Some of my newly acquired vassals from the mountain man still resented me and questioned my authority on decisions or laws I made. I dully made sure they were invited as I paid for a great musician to recount The Rain of Dungamere. Even the most traitorous of vassals quivered in fear to that song of my deed in crushing my enemy.
Aside from that, the feast went splendidly! I kept on one the Essosi chefs who had created the dishes for my sons wedding. Extravagant and delectably delicious were his creations. Oh how I loved to eat the food he made. There is always a critic though. Master Jonah said the food was to rich and harsh on his belly. The gall! I hope poor Sercinoah did not here his disdain. He is quite sensitive about peoples opinions on his cooking. "You no like you leave! No insult Sercina food! Me love it!", I shout at him, fed up with his rude and disrespectful complaints.
My other vassal was quite the opposite of the whiny vassal. Why he loved the food just as much as I did and the wine too! We talked on for ages on the different foods we liked and dishes the other might have not known of. It was many dishes and cups of wine later until we had finished our conversation. By that time, everyone had already gone to bed and it was just the two of us. I must invite him over more often!
I did not wake till some time after noon the next day after that feast. It was good to have made a new friend while celebrating my accomplishments, but what now? What should be my next goal? Hmmm... ahah! There is the matter of the Non-Lannister. The title of "paramount" does not rightfully belong to him. If it should go to anyone, it ought to be a Lannister. Him being granted that title never sat well with me. Lannisters have ruled the Westerlands since the Age of Heros! That should not end now, nor anytime soon. We still held Casterly under the upstart child lord, but I am doubtful that will last long with his current actions. It seems the task shall have to fall to me now.
I best find a way to do it though. What better way than marriage to get the help I'll need. The Lannister family is still a family worth marrying, even with our current condition. When last I was in Kingslanding, I noticed that my kinsman's son was not betrothed and unmarried. Yes, my daughter shall give forth kings! A suitable match for Jeyne. Much better than the child lord for sure. I shall get Cerrena to pen the offer right away! What of Khuuista? Maybe the fish people? I have heard the old lord bore many children. Most being bastards, yet that does not stop them from being bound to uphold the pact created by marriage since they still come from noble blood. It would be suiting if it were matrilineal. Khuuista my dear, you shall keep my dynasty going should anything happen to Khuu.
I received responses to my offers rather speedily. My kinsman on the pointy throne insisted we come as soon as possible so that a wedding may commence. I was a bit surprised by his response. Well, it seems he did not want to miss this opportunity so we had our things packed and took leave by port for Kingslanding. "I can't believe I'm going to marry a prince!", squealed Jeyne as we entered Blackwater bay. Kingslanding wasn't far now.
We were met with a grand reception. The halls and keep were decorated with Lions and Stags. Soothing music oozed out from every direction one turned and my favorite was the giant fountain that only poured forth Arbor Gold. I talked much and laughed much. I was amazed. This was nothing like my last visit to Kingslanding. I did not smell a single piece of dung! The ceremony was to be held on the morrow.
Once the exchange of vows and cloak were finished the feasting began. Never have I seen so many tables littered with food. You could throw a stone and not hit the last table laden with the concoctions. I was seated next to my niece's daughter who ruled that Erie place now. She had the gold locks and green eyes of a Lannister, but the poor thing had a club foot. Other than that she was a fascinating person. We exchanged stories and jokes of a myriad of things. Why we even got into my kinsman's cellar and snagged a few bottles of some Dornish wine. We were tipsy to say the least after we had finished the last drop. Why was I never introduced to her before?
It was a shame to have to leave. It was happily dreamy like there with the food, wine, and friendship... oh and the beetles. I showed my new friend how to smash them. As much as I did not want to leave it is a good thing I did, for on the return home I was met with a unexpected surprise. "Who are dese people?", I ask my castellan when I strode through the door of my great hall. There were people all along the entrance, the columns, and the halls! "This my lord, is the family and courtiers of Casterly Rock", my castellan replied.
Why in the Beetleborn are they here? I spotted little man, his wife and children, but not the child lord. After some questions it turns out that Casterly Rock had been taken over by the Non-Lannister. He banished the child lord to the nights watch and expelled the court. He had no right to do such a thing! I held the majority of Casterly so he could not fully dictate control. If anyone had the right to Casterly Rock, it was me, not some small upstart house. Casterly belongs to the Lannisters!
*No clue why he is still in my court*
You little bugger! You think you can make amends with me now that I am victorious? I think not! You do not go bandying words like traitor & enemy and expect someone to forget it! Family we were before you broke that bond child lord. Oh, you know what else? I am breaking the betrothal between you and my daughter Jeyne! I shall find someone much more promising than you and more honorable than you. Someone who wouldn't label their future father-in-law as a traitor. *spits* You have made an enemy, the great Orson Lannister does not forget those who spur him!
"Have you any clue as to what he is saying", whispers one courtier to another as they watch their lord walk back and forth waving his hands as he more or less shouts to his chancellor what to write back in response to Lord Gawen Lannister. "Not a clue", the courtier whispers back. "but It's obviously very nasty and unpleasant".
Finished with what I wanted Cerrena to write back to the child lord, I waved her on with the next letter. Putting down her quill and picking up the next piece of paper, Cerrena clears her throat and announces, "To the great Lord Orson Lannister, The Smasher of Beetles, Ser Beetlebane, Keeper of Brightroar, The Smasher of Mountains..." The Smasher of Mountains? I've yet to hear of that one? Hmm, I like it, I must find the person who attached that herald to me and reward them for doing me that honor. Coming out of my thoughts I noticed that Cerrena was waiting for my response. Seeing me just stare at her she repeats herself, saying, "The Lady of the Blackwater sends an invitation to participate in her tourney. Will you m'lord?" Hmmm, my last one did not go so well, but I shall give it another go.
Ding! Bang! Clang! Went my armour as I was flung from the saddle, rolling and bouncing before I finally stopped. At least last time I had a view of the sky, this time it was all black and smelled of dust and dirt. "Better luck next time m'lord!", Ser Meryn Trant shouts as he rides back by me. I repeat what he said to me mockingly under my breath. As I stood I made sure to stick out my tongue at where his voice came from. Unfortunately, no one saw due to the dirt that was clogging up the face guard. I could easily cut him down if given a blade.
"You know that was just like your last joust, expect you landed on your face this time around", quips my wife. I narrow my eyes when I turn to look at her as my man servant takes off my armour. Maybe jousting was not for me, but I will keep trying. I am going to make that Trant fellow eat his words.
Returning home after the tourney was finished, I found that another child was born to my son! Another girl it was, nothing wrong with that, but I am going to start worrying if we don't get another male heir soon. They decided to name her Kyra. I would have gone with Khuura, but it is close enough. It seems we are more prone to daughters than sons. They are still young though, so there is all the time in the world, or at least a large portion of it for more children to come.
By the bloody beetles, what could Ser Daven deem so important as to come storming into my private lounge where I was playing smash the beetles with my granddaughter Khuuina. "Sorry to barge in m'lord, but this is urgent news. Lord Gawen of Casterly Rock has declared war on the Lord Paramount under allegations of tyranny", states Daven as he stands in front of me. What does this have to do with me? That little miscreant will get what is coming to him. I make my feelings known to Marshal Daven. "That my be m'lord, but he has requested that all his vassals take up arms for him", he replies to me. Bah! I helped little man and his father before him in their fights, but I will not help this brat in his fight. To hell with him, I'd rather help my kinsman on the pointy throne, at least he does not call his family traitors!
I didn't even have to lift a finger in this fight. The Non-Lannister who calls himself "Paramount" did all the heavy lifting for me! He came in and stomped the forces of the child lord, quickly defeating him. With no troops to fight me, the child lord was forced to release me from any obligations. Shows him right. In honor of our easy victory I commenced that a feast was to be held in honor of our blood-less victory (at least for me). I wanted something special for this one. Some of my newly acquired vassals from the mountain man still resented me and questioned my authority on decisions or laws I made. I dully made sure they were invited as I paid for a great musician to recount The Rain of Dungamere. Even the most traitorous of vassals quivered in fear to that song of my deed in crushing my enemy.
Aside from that, the feast went splendidly! I kept on one the Essosi chefs who had created the dishes for my sons wedding. Extravagant and delectably delicious were his creations. Oh how I loved to eat the food he made. There is always a critic though. Master Jonah said the food was to rich and harsh on his belly. The gall! I hope poor Sercinoah did not here his disdain. He is quite sensitive about peoples opinions on his cooking. "You no like you leave! No insult Sercina food! Me love it!", I shout at him, fed up with his rude and disrespectful complaints.
My other vassal was quite the opposite of the whiny vassal. Why he loved the food just as much as I did and the wine too! We talked on for ages on the different foods we liked and dishes the other might have not known of. It was many dishes and cups of wine later until we had finished our conversation. By that time, everyone had already gone to bed and it was just the two of us. I must invite him over more often!
I did not wake till some time after noon the next day after that feast. It was good to have made a new friend while celebrating my accomplishments, but what now? What should be my next goal? Hmmm... ahah! There is the matter of the Non-Lannister. The title of "paramount" does not rightfully belong to him. If it should go to anyone, it ought to be a Lannister. Him being granted that title never sat well with me. Lannisters have ruled the Westerlands since the Age of Heros! That should not end now, nor anytime soon. We still held Casterly under the upstart child lord, but I am doubtful that will last long with his current actions. It seems the task shall have to fall to me now.
I best find a way to do it though. What better way than marriage to get the help I'll need. The Lannister family is still a family worth marrying, even with our current condition. When last I was in Kingslanding, I noticed that my kinsman's son was not betrothed and unmarried. Yes, my daughter shall give forth kings! A suitable match for Jeyne. Much better than the child lord for sure. I shall get Cerrena to pen the offer right away! What of Khuuista? Maybe the fish people? I have heard the old lord bore many children. Most being bastards, yet that does not stop them from being bound to uphold the pact created by marriage since they still come from noble blood. It would be suiting if it were matrilineal. Khuuista my dear, you shall keep my dynasty going should anything happen to Khuu.
I received responses to my offers rather speedily. My kinsman on the pointy throne insisted we come as soon as possible so that a wedding may commence. I was a bit surprised by his response. Well, it seems he did not want to miss this opportunity so we had our things packed and took leave by port for Kingslanding. "I can't believe I'm going to marry a prince!", squealed Jeyne as we entered Blackwater bay. Kingslanding wasn't far now.
We were met with a grand reception. The halls and keep were decorated with Lions and Stags. Soothing music oozed out from every direction one turned and my favorite was the giant fountain that only poured forth Arbor Gold. I talked much and laughed much. I was amazed. This was nothing like my last visit to Kingslanding. I did not smell a single piece of dung! The ceremony was to be held on the morrow.
Once the exchange of vows and cloak were finished the feasting began. Never have I seen so many tables littered with food. You could throw a stone and not hit the last table laden with the concoctions. I was seated next to my niece's daughter who ruled that Erie place now. She had the gold locks and green eyes of a Lannister, but the poor thing had a club foot. Other than that she was a fascinating person. We exchanged stories and jokes of a myriad of things. Why we even got into my kinsman's cellar and snagged a few bottles of some Dornish wine. We were tipsy to say the least after we had finished the last drop. Why was I never introduced to her before?
It was a shame to have to leave. It was happily dreamy like there with the food, wine, and friendship... oh and the beetles. I showed my new friend how to smash them. As much as I did not want to leave it is a good thing I did, for on the return home I was met with a unexpected surprise. "Who are dese people?", I ask my castellan when I strode through the door of my great hall. There were people all along the entrance, the columns, and the halls! "This my lord, is the family and courtiers of Casterly Rock", my castellan replied.
Why in the Beetleborn are they here? I spotted little man, his wife and children, but not the child lord. After some questions it turns out that Casterly Rock had been taken over by the Non-Lannister. He banished the child lord to the nights watch and expelled the court. He had no right to do such a thing! I held the majority of Casterly so he could not fully dictate control. If anyone had the right to Casterly Rock, it was me, not some small upstart house. Casterly belongs to the Lannisters!
*No clue why he is still in my court*