Fields of Gold - (Jaime SI)

[Luker number 5]

Killing Little dick is always worth it, there's no redeeming quality to a smarmy would-be-whoremonger

 

[Avalon Du Lac]

And he only hoped that it would all be worth it.

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Getting rid of your wife's obsessed stalker, that you KNOW is willing to lie, cheat, steal, and kill people in pursuit of power and getting what he wants, is always going to be worth it.

 

[Daario]

TYWIN​

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The rustling sound of fabric rubbing against the thick carpet floor was heard repeatedly, creating a constant rhythm indicating anxiety.

Cersei was pacing back and forth inside the Hand of the King's private solar. Her dark red gown swished every time she turned roughly at the end of the room. Her breathing was heavy, and her beautiful face was colored by overflowing panic and anger.

On the rug not far from Tywin's feet, toddler Prince Aegon was sitting quietly. The silver-haired boy completely ignored the tension in the air around him, engrossed in banging two wooden toy blocks shaped like a dragon and a lion. The clacking sound of the wooden blocks blended with the pounding of his mother's footsteps.

Tywin Lannister sat silently behind his desk. His face was flat, showing not a single hint of emotional turmoil. However, inside his chest, his heart grew hot. An anger was boiling in his blood.

His eldest son, his heir, Jaime, had just been nearly killed.

A raven's letter that arrived this morning brought news that almost made Tywin's heart stop beating for a split second. The Sorrowful Men. The fact that their enemies dared to spend such a large amount of money to hire assassins just to take his eldest son's life was an open declaration of war.

But Tywin knew, there was no use exploding, even though he desperately wanted to scorch every ship from Essos docked in the harbor right this very second. Uncalculated anger was a weakness, and Tywin Lannister was never weak.

"Calm down, Cersei," said Tywin. "We will retaliate. You had better sit down right now, before your son starts crying from getting dizzy watching his mother keep pacing back and forth like a madwoman."

Cersei stopped her steps abruptly. She turned to her father with blazing green eyes.

"How can I be calm?!" hissed Cersei, her voice rising, almost breaking the boundaries of propriety. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides. "They tried to kill Jaime, Father! My twin brother! And now Jaime also warned us in that damn letter that we must be careful... because it is impossible that those Essosi rats won't do the same to us here!"

"But will you acting panicked and hysterical like that solve the problem?" Tywin narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharpening, suppressing his daughter's hysteria. He stood up from his chair. His towering posture instantly dominated the room.

"We will double every guard in the Red Keep starting this very second," continued Tywin. "I will give the order, no unknown person is allowed within a hundred-pace radius of the royal chambers. And from now on, we will have servants taste everything, every drop of wine and every piece of bread, before we, or Aegon, eat it."

Tywin walked slowly approaching his daughter, looking straight into her eyes.

"Those people from across the sea feel that with their gold coins, they can infiltrate and destroy us," growled Tywin. "We will show them that their gold is useless here. We will show them that our walls are far stronger than anyone estimates."

"Kill them all, Father. You must do that," demanded Cersei, her voice now trembling with hatred. She glanced at Aegon who was still playing, then looked back at Tywin. "You must slaughter them. They must not hurt us. They must not touch Jaime, and they absolutely must not hurt Aegon!"

"You do not need to advise me on that matter, Cersei. I know exactly what I must do to our enemies," Tywin replied coldly. "Now, what we must think about as the main priority is Jaime. He is still in Riverrun and hasn't moved from there because of that stupid funeral ceremony."

Tywin sighed roughly, remembering his ally's incompetence. "Brynden Blackfish failed to protect my son in his own castle courtyard. I will not let Jaime stay there one day longer. I will immediately send a raven, ordering him to take Catelyn and return to Casterly Rock as soon as possible."

Hoster Tully's funeral itself was over. There was no more use for Jaime to stay and waste time in that haunted place. If left longer, Tywin worried there would be too many variables he couldn't control. The Riverlands situation itself was very critical. Those bandits kept causing chaos, and the still-green rule of Edmure Tully couldn't be relied on to stabilize the situation.

At least at Casterly Rock, Jaime could be at peace. That castle was the most formidable fortress in all of Westeros, impenetrable by swords or poison if guarded properly. It was safe and protected there. Tywin could not, and would not, lose his son and his unborn grandchild from Catelyn.

Cersei looked hesitant. Her fear had not completely subsided.

"But what if other assassins sneak among their entourage on the journey?" said Cersei as she stepped unsteadily and dropped herself onto the sofa. "Are you really telling him to move on the open road amidst the chaos and bandits happening in the Riverlands?"

"We absolutely cannot let him continue to be in Riverrun after there is clear danger proven to be able to infiltrate there," Tywin looked at his daughter, explaining his logic. "And also, the Riverlands will become even more chaotic because we will wage a real war in the next few days. It is far better to let Jaime move with our heavily armed cavalry to Casterly Rock, like his wife always wanted."

"Good," said Cersei. She squeezed the fabric of her gown. "This is the most humiliating thing in my entire life. The fact that those rats could get in. There are many foreign merchants from the Free Cities who are always in the Blackwater port. They drink our wine and occupy our inns. What should we do with them? We cannot guarantee that they do not endanger us and plan something under our noses, right?"

"We will handle those leeches as soon as possible," Tywin growled, his jaw hardening. "I will immediately order the City Watch to sweep every inn, ship, and brothel. They will secure and interrogate every merchant, sailor, and envoy from those Free Cities. Anyone suspicious will be immediately thrown into a cell."

Tywin then sighed deeply, straightened his sleeves, and adjusted the position of the Hand of the King's gold pin on his chest.

"Now," said Tywin, "we will meet Rhaegar first. There are many big things to discuss, and military policies cannot be moved without the King's stamp."

Cersei rose from the sofa with a firm nod. Her face returned to normal, the Queen's haughtiness possessing her again. She walked over to Aegon, bent down and lifted her son herself into her arms.

Tywin watched this in silence. Cersei was clearly too afraid that something would happen to the child if let out of her sight, even for a moment. Vigilance was good, thought Tywin, as long as it wasn't excessive.

They then walked out of the solar, surrounded by a dozen red-cloaked guards around them.

Their footsteps echoed in the stone corridors of the Red Keep. The morning sunlight was still not too hot, its soft golden light washing their faces as they walked across the open gallery facing the inner courtyard. The light provided a calming and grounding sensation.

Along the way, every servant and minor noble who crossed paths with them immediately stepped aside and bowed deeply, no one dared to meet Tywin's eyes this morning.

They arrived in front of the double wooden doors leading to the King's private solar. Kingsguards stood tall there, their white cloaks gleaming.

They nodded respectfully seeing their arrival. Without asking, the knight announced their presence by knocking his iron gauntlet twice on the door, then pushing it open.

Stepping inside. Rhaegar Targaryen was sitting behind his large desk, surrounded by stacks of reports from various regions. The King looked up from his work, his purple eyes staring at Tywin and Cersei with a questioning expression.

"Your Grace," said Tywin, his voice heavy and echoing in the quiet room. "I have a very urgent matter to discuss."

Rhaegar put down his quill slowly. He looked at Tywin's face, then shifted to his wife's tense face. A thin smile appeared on the young King's face.

"I already suspected it just from looking at your face, Lord Tywin. It is unusual for you to enter my room with such a hard expression in the morning. What is it?" asked Rhaegar. His smile slowly faded, and he frowned when he realized Cersei was holding Aegon very protectively. "Obviously, from your tension, this seems to be a family matter? Jaime? Did something bad happen in Riverrun?"

Cersei did not wait for her father to answer. She stepped forward, sitting in the chair across Rhaegar's desk with Aegon on her lap.

"Jaime just suffered an assassination attempt, Husband," said Cersei directly, her words sliding as sharp as arrows.

Rhaegar's eyes widened instantly, shock breaking his calm.

"He was not physically hurt," Cersei hurriedly added, before Rhaegar could ask further. "His guard quickly subdued the assassin just before his dagger pierced my brother's chest. However, Jaime strongly suspects from his characteristics that the assassin is part of The Sorrowful Men, and he also warned us through this letter to stay alert, because we here could also be their next targets."

"We must immediately deploy the City Watch to patrol with full force, Your Grace," Tywin took over the conversation, pushing Jaime's letter paper onto Rhaegar's desk. "I suggest that we spread them out to inspect and interrogate every merchant from Essos in this capital without exception. Your safety, the Queen's, and all the royal heirs are at stake here."

Rhaegar stared at the letter on the desk for a moment before picking it up. He read it quickly, his face darkening more and more. The King then massaged the bridge of his nose with two fingers, a habit showing frustration that always made Tywin snort inwardly. He had to stop doing that in front of subordinates, thought Tywin critically. A King must not look stressed.

"How could they become so bold as to blatantly send an assassin like that to the royal family?" said Rhaegar after finishing reading. There was anger vibrating in his voice. "All this time, those Essosi merchants only played so subtly, funding bandits through dark intermediaries and almost never leaving a direct trace."

"Is it hard to guess the reason, Husband?" Cersei growled, her gaze blazing. "They are clearly cornered! They are desperate because the wealth they have been scraping from us all this time has decreased drastically. So they risked this dirty move in retaliation. By sending an assassin to the heir of the Hand of the King, they have clearly declared war. We must retaliate with blood!"

Rhaegar looked at his wife, then looked at Tywin. The King's jaw hardened.

"Doing such a barbaric thing is an unforgivable act," Rhaegar ground his teeth, his purple eyes lit with anger. "Not only did they try to kill the heir to Casterly Rock, but they tried to kill my good-brother. Jaime is my friend. He has accompanied me through many things since I first wore this crown. I will not let them walk away from this affair without severe injuries."

Rhaegar stood up from his chair, walking closer to the window, staring out towards the sea where merchant ships were anchored.

"With everything that has happened, and intelligence reports from Denish Toland," Rhaegar analyzed quickly, "it is very clear who our main enemies across the sea are: Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh. The triarchy are the ones most disadvantaged by our industrial progress. If we are going to attack them militarily or blockade their trade routes, we must also ensure that other free cities do not interfere and help them. We cannot go to war with the entire continent of Essos at once."

Rhaegar turned back to look at Tywin. "Are there any representatives we can send to secure the neutrality of other cities? Especially Braavos."

Tywin had already thought of this step long before he entered the room.

"Gerion, my youngest brother, happens to still be in Braavos right now," Tywin said calmly. "I had ordered him to remain there for the past few weeks to monitor the market. He possesses enough charm to converse with such people. I can send men to him with official instructions for such diplomatic matters."

"You are given full authority to do so, Lord Hand. Use all royal resources to protect your family and send messages to Braavos," said Rhaegar, sitting back down in his chair with an expression full of determination. "Now, it seems we must immediately discuss the details of executing retaliation for this matter with the small council, right?"

"Of course, Your Grace," Tywin nodded respectfully, a satisfaction filling his chest.

...

The air in the Small Council chamber felt heavier than usual. The windows facing the sea had been partially closed to block the wind, leaving daylight falling obliquely on the large wooden table.

Tywin Lannister sat to the King's right, watching every man present with sharp eyes.

Tywin observed Steffon, the surprise on his face quickly replaced by a hardened jaw.

"If we want to retaliate and do it quickly," said Steffon. "we must immediately prepare the entire rest of the royal fleet. We have already sent some previously for merchant ship escorts against pirates in the Narrow Sea, and at least the waters there are now quite clear of petty pirates. We can use this momentum. We gather the fleet, and we can directly breach the Stepstones waters while the remnants of their hired pirates are recovering or taking shelter on the islands."

"Breaching just like that is a hasty action, Lord Steffon," interrupted Denish Toland, the Master of Whisperers.

The Dornish man leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming the table rhythmically. His expression was full of caution.

"The assassination attempt on Lord Jaime was carried out almost a week ago if counted by raven travel time," continued Denish. "And the party that hired The Sorrowful Men are not stupid retail merchants at the port. They are Magisters who control spy networks. I feel they wouldn't be so stupid as to let their guard down in the Stepstones after failing to kill their main target. They will definitely predict that we will retaliate fiercely. They knew what the consequences of this would be from the start. We must make sure there are no fleet traps in those narrow waters before we send our warships there."

Paxter Redwyne, Master of Ships, frowned.

"What kind of traps can they effectively make there?" he asked with a dismissive tone. "That island cluster is indeed dangerous because of its reefs, but the Stepstones waters are narrow and shallow in many spots. It's impossible for them to hide a large combat fleet or many heavy ships without being seen by our scouts. We can always anticipate them. The Redwyne fleet is ready to sail to assist the royal fleet at any time, Your Grace. We can crush their ships into floating wooden splinters."

"Sending hundreds of fully armed warships to the Stepstones and blockading that route is the same as closing the main trade route with other Free Cities not involved in this conflict, Lord Redwyne," Wyman Manderly, the Master of Coin, finally spoke up.

He continued. "A full blockade will destroy their economy too, and that will make them angry with us. We will turn neutral observers into active enemies allying with our enemies. We had better send a diplomatic envoy first to them to inform our situation, and separate foes from friends before we ignite the fires of war at sea."

Tywin stared at Manderly unblinkingly. Fat, cowardly, but his logic was highly accurate regarding the flow of money. He didn't hate him, but he also wouldn't let Manderly's caution hinder a drawn sword.

"The Lord Hand has already addressed that matter beforehand, Lord Wyman," said Rhaegar.

The King looked at Manderly, then shifted to the other council members. "You do not need to worry about diplomacy with them for now. Lord Tywin will send an official message through his brother, Gerion Lannister, who is currently already in Braavos. We will make the Braavosi Magisters and its Sealord understand that this is retaliation for criminal acts against the royal family. And they indeed must understand. Whatever the reason, this open conflict is unavoidable anymore."

Rhaegar then turned, his gaze locking with Paxter Redwyne's eyes.

"But Lord Manderly is right in one thing, Lord Paxter. Still, I do not want to fully and blindly blockade the sea. We are not at war with the entire continent of Essos. My orders are: prepare the Arbor fleet and combine it with the Royal fleet. But we must divide our forces. We must leave a large portion of fast ships to patrol strictly along the Narrow Sea, watching every port to prevent them from smuggling assassins back in or sending other mercenary companies to our shores."

Steffon Baratheon rested his elbows on the table, his black beard rubbing against his doublet collar as he looked at Rhaegar.

"If we truly assume that they will try to smuggle more assassins... or perhaps have already smuggled them before the sea borders are closed," said Steffon with a heavy tone. "Then that means we must inspect every foreign merchant, every ship captain, and every Essosi sailor currently anchored or staying at the inns of King's Landing, right?"

Wyman Manderly wiped his sweaty forehead. "Conducting mass sweeps and armed interrogations of merchants in the capital... that will cause a huge panic in the market, Your Grace... Merchants will be afraid to dock. The prices of goods will soar instantly because supplies are choked. And market panic always brings chaos in the streets..."

"Chaos has already happened in our streets, Lord Manderly," interrupted Lord Toland. "Bandits burning granaries, assassins trying to slit Lord Jaime's throat in the castle courtyard. Adding a little panic to greedy merchants who might be hiding poison behind their silks feels meaningless compared to the lives of the royal family. Besides, this is for our own internal security."

Tywin leaned his body forward, placing both hands flat on the table. Instantly, the atmosphere in the room grew heavier, as if the air temperature had just dropped a few degrees.

All eyes turned to him.

"We will send the City Watch forces after this meeting is over, and we will do exactly as Lord Steffon suggested," said Tywin. Not allowing further debate.

"Every corner, every brothel, and every foreign ship docked at the pier will be searched. Check their cargo, check their travel documents. If anyone resists, detain their ship. If anyone tries to run or bribe the guards, bring them to the interrogation rooms beneath this tower. I myself will employ the executioners to make them talk."

Manderly looked at him calmly, Paxter Redwyne only nodded stiffly.

"But we must do it structurally, not like a wild mob," added Tywin, looking directly at Steffon, delegating that task to him. "Lord Steffon, you are the Master of Laws. I want you to lead and organize the technicalities of this sweep. Use the City Watch, but ensure they are led by competent leaders, not drunken guards just looking for a chance to rob foreign merchants."

"I will carry it out, Lord Tywin. I will order the City Watch to divide their forces into small teams and close the city gates while the sweep is ongoing," answered Steffon firmly, accepting that responsibility without hesitation.

And they continued talking.