[center][h3][color=9e0b0f]Tyget Crakehall - Crakehall castle - hours before dawn[/color][/h3][/center]

Tyget was awakened by his squire, shouting through his door, [color=f7976a]"Your Grace? Your army stands ready to march."[/color] Tyget sat up in his bed, looking at the still dark sky out his window. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, yawning before his reply, [color=8882be]"Yes yes, good. Ready my armor... I'll be out shortly, I expect it to be prepared for me."[/color], Tyget stood, stooping as he did. He grunted as he forced his back straight, a loud pop sounding. He repeated the process for his other limbs and neck... old bones and loud cracks. He rubbed his neck, groaning as he heard his wife, [color=ec008c]"So... your... your really doing it Tyget? Your marching to Kings Landing?"[/color], Tyget turned to Leonette, his wife younger than him by ten years. She was quite beautiful, a Tyrell in every way, and more than one man considered her wasted on the sloemn and older lord Tyget. Tyget personally agreed with most of them, she had deserved some handsome and charming lord, but had been married to Tyget at seventeen. He had always done his best to make her happy, and by and large it had worked, she certainly loved him more than when they had first met, and Tyget was happy with that.He sighed, [color=a187be]"Yes my dear, the throne awaits me. I cannot let it slide away from me now... I may also ride against your famliy, as you know."[/color], he moved to her side of the bed and took her hand in his, [color=a187be]"You must write to your father, he is lord of one of the Tyrell's cadet houses, please, maybe he can talk sense into your cousin. The last thing I want is a rain marked with needless bloodshed, which is why if he rides against I will not make it needless."[/color] he let her hand fall and moved to his dresser, removing a simple tunic and breeches, even at this early hour a King must not prance about in his knickers. Once dressing he looked once more at his wife, smiling at her, something the man rarely did, [color=a187be]"Soon my dear, you will not be a lords wife, you will be queen. I swear to you, I will win my throne, and you will sit at my side."[/color], Leonette stood from the bed and walked to her husband, kissing him lightly, [color=ec008c]"I wish only for you to return to me darling... do not die for an iron chair."[/color], her hand held to his face, Tyget responded simply, [color=a187be]"I do not intend to."[/color], before turning and leaving out the door to their room, making his way to the arming room. There his squire, one Loras Banefort, began to armor the King. His armor was like that of all his lords, based on the old Lannister armor but with several key differences. For one, the color was not red ringed with gold but a dark brown with the borders of the plate picked out in dull gold. A key difference in his armor from his vassals were the glaring faces of boars picked out on the shoulders, much like the armor worn by Tywin or his sons but boars rather than lions. The helmet was styled differently from the Lannister base, the arch at the top was still horizontal, but the face mask had less of a forward snout than that of the Lannisters, giving the feeling of a glaring boar than a lion. His gorget was picked out in cold, another angry boar forming at its center. As the armor was being placed, Ser Terrance Payne and Ser Willem Falwell entered the room, Tyget looking to their entrance, [color=a187be]"Ser Terrance, Fetch my son here. Make certain he is prepared to march."[/color], Payne bowed to Tyget and left thhe room, leaving Falwell, Tyget and his squire, [color=a187be]"Tell me honestly Falwell, do you think you could beat Wilas Tyrell in a duel? Or Garland perhaps?"[/color], Ser Falwell looked to the air, thinking his answer carefully, tapping his rapier [i]Talon's[/i] hilt, [color=fff200]"Hmmm... I think on a good day I could kill Wilas, maybe, but it would be hard fought. Garland? Oh easily your grace, he is good, but the water dance would tear him to pieces."[/color], Falwell smiled in his mischevious way, he was not a kind man and enjoyed imagining himself skewering Garland through the belly in his mind. Tyget grunted, [color=a187be]"Good, I may need you to. You and Payne are my best swords, aside from perhaps my son, but I'll not risk his life oon Tyrell's, speaking of my son,"[/color], Tyget stepped off the small pedestal he'd been on, now in full battle plate, a golden-yellow sash wrapped around his waist to denote his place amongst lords. Ser Payne entered, followed closely by Ser Tywin Crakehall, Tyget's only male heir. He looked to his son, this his squire and Kingsguard, [color=a187be]"Leave us."[/color], they obeyed, shuffling out quickly. Tyget looked at his son, the boy clearly took after his mother, so much so he looked more Tyrell than Crakehall. His long curly brown hair fell to just below the tops of his ears, his face refined and free of scars or blemishes or facia hair, though he had Tyget's gray eyes so he knew the boy was his. Like his father Tywin was in his full plate, his blade at his side and his helmet underneath his arm, a pround smile on his face, Tyget was unimpressed, [color=a187be]"Wipe that stupid smile off your face, you look like a damn fool. Your in armor, your a knight what am I supposed to applaud your coming?"[/color], the smile disappeared quickly as Tyget moved to poor two glasses of wine, Tywin spoke up now, [color=00aeef]"Father why did you need to see me? Should we not already be at the gates ridding to meet up with our banners to march? You wanted to be off before sunrise correct?"[/color]. Tyget shook his head, turning and handing a glass of wine to his son, [color=a187be]"Its important you know this before we leave, and you are to tell no one, not until I say you can. If all goes according to my plan, before this war is over and I have beaten back the Tyrells, you will wed one of Jullon Tully's daughters,"[/color], he held a hand up to stifle his sons objection, and Tywin's mouth closed before any words could leave it, [color=a187be]"It is not up for discussion, I am simply telling you now. When Jullon Tully accepts my offer, which if he has any sense at all he WILL, you will wed one of his daughters. They are both beautiful, they are both of age, they are both eligible and you will marry one of them. I don't care what you want, I don't care what your opinion on the matter is, it IS happening."[/color], he looked at his son, seeing the boy scowl in disapointment, [color=a187be]"Look at me Tywin, do you know who were named for? I know I have told you."[/color], Tywin ldropped his scowl, simply frowning now, [color=00aeef]"...Tywin Lannister..."[/color], he said grudgingly, [color=a187be]"Thats right, Tywin Lannister Warden of the west. Do you know what Tywin did? He sired heirs, he was hand of the king, he was the richest amn in Westeros. Do you know what Tywin Lannister did not do?"[/color], Tyget set his wine down, and looked his son in the eyes, [color=a187be]"Tywin Lannister DID NOT fuck men, and he did not marry men. YOU will not marry men, you WILL marry one of the Tully girls, you WILL sire heirs, and one day you WILL be king. Now... get out of my sight, ride to our banners. I will join you after I have told your youngest sister goodbye."[/color], Tywin Crakehall turned and left, stomping angrily down the halls of Crakehall castle. Tygrt sighed, downed his wine, picked up his helmet and strolled calmly out of the armoring room, his kingsguard falling in behind him.

Leona Crakehall awoke to a start as she heard her door open. She looked to the open doorway, it was pictchblack except for the candle in the hand of the one who had entered her room, [color=f6989d]"Father!"[/color], she jumped out of her bed and ran over to Tyget, hugging his legs, feeling the unyielding armor of his legs. She backed away surprised, and now saw that her father was fully armored, and her face grew saddened, [color=f6989d]"Your leaving... *sniff* Why do ou have to go? Can't you send uncle Martyn go wwithout you?"[/color], Martyn Crakehall was lord of House Crakehall of Casterly Rock, another of Tyget's cousins. Tyget siighed and walked over to Leona's bed, setting the candle on her table and motioning her to come to his side. She obeyed, and now he could see her face... she looked so much like his mother, more than any of his children, [color=a187be]"A king must lead his people little one, I cannot simply tell my vassals what to do, I must lead them."[/color], he sat on her bed, it creaked under the weight of his armor, he picked up ten year old Leona and sat her next to him, putting his arm around her, [color=a187be]"Someday, when your older, you will understand why I must go now. Do not worry, I will see you again, and when I do you wont just be my little princess, you'll be the princes of all the seven kingdoms, and I will be the king."[/color], she looked up at him, her gray eyes watering somewhat, [color=f6989d]"B-but I thought you were already king... everyone calls you King or your grace... why do you need to leave if everyone already calls you king?"[/color], Tyget smiled at the young girl, brushing her black hair out of her eyes, [color=a187be]"Only westermen call me king, the rest of the Seven kingdoms don't yet, I must make them understand that I am their king too, or they will disobey me and the Kingdoms will fall apart, and men will fall upon one another and kill eachother, sow death among the land. I must stop that from happening, so I must leave... do not worry little princess, I will see you again. Soon, we will live in Kings Landing, and I can show you the great skulls of the dragons, and perhaps a living one even."[/color], Leona's eyes brightened at that, [color=f6989d]"Really father? Honest?"[/color], Tyget chuckled and kissed his daughter on the forehead, [color=a187be]"Of course, now, get back to bed. I have to go and you have lessons in the morning, I love you little princess, and I will see you again soon."[/color], he stood up from the bed, taking the candle and leaving, shutting the door behind him. In the lit hallway he blew out the candle, and looked to his Kingsguard, [color=a187be]"Come, we ride for Kings Landing."[/color], and together, they made their way to the stables, mouted their horses, and set off to join Tyget's Vassals, marching to war.

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Kevan Crakehall was furious, his morning had been exponentially less pleasant than Tyget's. He had awoken to his Estate being heavily guarded by his men, more so than he had commanded. Upon questioning the captain of his house guard, Kevan discovered that none other than Wilas Tyrell, traitor to the Kingsgauard, had reappeared in Kings Landing last night... and had then proceeded to slaugter a sixth of then Gold cloaks, including the captain of the city watch, and claimed Regency of Kings Landing. Now he, Barriston Lannett his house guard captian, and five more of his guards were marching their way to the red keep where he was certian the new "lord regent" was lounging in the throne room. As they walked he witnessed the aftermath of the night before, the streets were littered with the dead, Goldcloaks dragging the bodies of dead comrades out of gutters and off the street, the gutters ran with blood still drying from the slaughter. He almost gagged several times. He, and his entire retinue, were armed and armored in their Crakehall livery, Kevan now believing that Wilas intended him harm, after all his cousin had already claimed the throne by blood himself. After what felt like hours of trudging past scenes of violence, the small group made it to the red keep.

Kevan burst into the throne room, his face red with anger and his hazel eyes glaring from his skull, [color=ed1c24]"I demand to know what the fuck has happened, who in the gods damned Seven kingdoms gives Wilas Tyrell, a traitor to his vows as Kingsguard, regency of Kings Landing! And FURTHERMORE who gave the right to a SLAUGHTER of a sixth of the Goldcloaks! I demand to know why the hell a traitor has been allowed to murder the commander and claim the Goldcloaks for himself!"[/color], Ser Kevan Crakehall was an impatient man, and he expected an answer from whoever the hell could answer him as soon as possible.