[h1][b][color=FFD700][center]The Hand's Tower, The Red Keep[/center][/color][/b][/h1]
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The two walked in, Garland having a smile on his face, as he sat up. The morning had given Garland a little more strength, and it seemed that he was on the path to recovery, though of course, the Maester did agree, it would take about a week or so before he was walking again, if he found that strength. He still wore the bandage on his armpit/chest, but couldn't help but smile when he saw Alerie and Willas Tyrell. Sister, and uncle.

"Garland!" Alerie said, running over, hugging her brother, as he winced. She realized, as she backed off, sitting at the end of Garland's bed, looking at the wound.
"Kept my promise, didn't I? It is so good to see you, sister. And thank you, Willas. You saved me. I never properly got to thank you." Garland said, smiling, as Alerie's smile was just as equal, as she brushed her hands through Garland's hair, then running it down the scar by his ear.
"Don't ever do that to me again." She simply replied, kissing him on the forehead, as he smirked, Willas nodding.
"You're not the last, either. I had to save Jullon Florent too, cut the Kingsguard's leg off in the end. Looks like the Kingsguard need me again, so I've passed my duties in the City Watch to Ser Maxwell. He's a good man, a responsible one too, and loyal as anything." Willas added, as he took a seat on a chair close to Garland, looking over at The Young Rose.
"It was a foolish thing you did, but you did what you had to, Garland. I hope you at least learned what happens when you risk yourself like that. This is a war, and people are going to die." Willas said to Lord Tyrell, as he nodded, a little disagreeably.
"I kept the men from routing, then Seven knows, they'd have attacked the others. We broke in...and this was a misfortune." Garland replied, as he shook his head.

"But I am thankful, you know that."
"We look after each other, nephew. You did well. But you have affairs to deal with. And the news of Aerys then? Where does it place us?" Willas asked, as Garland nodded once more, shifting his weight delicately, looking over at the Kingsguard.
"It is good. But the boy needs tuition." Garland added, as Willas agreed.
"He is no fool, but I would agree. He is angry, very scripted, a little mad. But he can be controlled, and that control comes from teaching. I may suggest a Maester, alongside yourself, and Harys Royce. A balanced education, to make him at the very least, understanding of how to rule. What think you?" 
"Agreed, Willas. I need to teach him how to run a Kingdom, and how to keep control of the situation...to not burn people alive, to keep the King's peace. I saw Rhaenyra and Baela Targaryen earlier. Baela seems...well, she seems to be made of great things...a fine Targaryen indeed. I'll pursue her." 
"A good move, Garland. I would agree in your choice. She can be wrothful, but she is no fool. I still need to properly talk to them, my last meeting was far too brief. And remember, Baela is permanent if you do, I know you understand that. No more bastards, or you'll have your cock served to you." She giggled, as Garland shook his head, laughing.

"I don't mind that. I have seen the women of the Reach, and beyond. I think I'm ready. For our family. We need a tie that gives us the power and prosperity we deserve, and they owe it to us too. What about you, sister? How has King's Landing treated you?" 
"Well, Garland. I recently spoke to Alyssa Baratheon, I believe we have an alliance. She needs assistance in dealing with her rebellion, and I would assume the Yunkish men that we hired can relieve that for her...in return for the men of Tarth, all 5,000 of them, arriving in King's Landing within three days to offer their presence in the capital and give legitimacy to our Kingdoms. The Yunkish will be raiding the Westerland coast too, their fleets should be arriving soon to do that....and they have no idea who their paymaster is. So it seems that we already have one Kingdom in our pocket, and a King in our control." Alerie interupted, as Garland looked across.
"Not just yet, but soon, perhaps we shall. Alerie, I trust your judgement with this...I know the capital needs relief...but we can only guess that Loras is either raising the banners now. You know I trust you with these things, but remember, be careful. You're a good spider, but don't make a mistake for our family. You need to be wed too, my sweet sister, and I know it will hurt when it happens." Garland added, as Alerie gave a simple, but clear smile back, a formal one.
"I won't, brother." 

As Garland took a sip from the jug, he looked again to Willas, for answers.
"So, if I stand on my two feet again and hobble downstairs, what will I be? A Regent, or a man who will have his head on a pike? I hope the former." 
"Aerys has not been specific. For the moment being, Royce is his Knight, and squires Aerys...so I would assume he currently holds the position. But it is yours, most likely. By rights, it is yours. Former Hand, and probably the best candidate currently in King's Landing. To refuse would be to betray The Reach of it's duty to the Iron Throne, it would be madness. Although Aerys seems a little mad himself, agreed, any man is taught what our Kingdom provides for the Seven Kingdoms, what it has provided for Targaryen Kings and Queens of past, and especially so what you did." Willas said, as he adjusted his gauntlets a little, shifting them closer against his hands, the Kingsguarder Tyrell still in his plate.
"That is good. Our family demands nothing else than that, and our service has been more than just loyal." Garland simply said back to Willas, as he looked out the window once more.

"The besiegers still hold us, they might be leaderless, but they'll be massing soon. They know they hit us hard. That other force must have almost have been destroyed. Fuck, I knew we shouldn't have divided our forces as badly as that, it would never have gone well." Garland said, his voice vague, as Alerie shook her head.
"Don't fret, brother. It happened so we could get in. We made our move. And you did what you had to, for the rear guard, remember?" She said, a rather reassuring voice
"Thousands of men are dead because of me. Say what you wish about my wounds, but I don't want to be remembered for that action. I guess you are right." Garland exhaled, looking out once more, before hearing a yelling down the corridor. The guard was allowed passage, the Reachman entering the small room.

"Lord Garland, Ser Willas! It's Lyman, he's declaring himself Regent!" The guard yelled, as Willas stood up.
"What in the name of the Seven?" Willas replied, as eyes were cast on Garland.

"Speak of the fucking stranger....Willas, remove him from that seat, bring him to me in chains, and I will talk to him privately....fucking Lannisters, they never change. And do it now, grab the Retinue and make it so, it would only take a raven to the Barrack, and they will march up. He has nobody with him. We have 13,000 men willing to act, and at least half of those are within easy reach, Ser Maxwell will follow us. Aerys will not stand for it either. If he does, then fuck him...I am Hand of the King, and I gave him his fucking city! I am the King's Regent! It is my duty, from Aegon, and Aerys would do well to respect that. If he doesn't, he'll have a long, long list of people to burn. He is young, but no fool. He knows he needs us, or he'll die, invaded from all sides!" Garland said, as Willas nodded.
"That is a bold move, nephew, are you..."

"Do it, for fuck's sake! Lyman Lannister is going to fucking take anything he can, and the coffers of this city too. If he had fucking waited...I would have rewarded him. But now, we're going to have to make this a fucking mess. Kill him, if you have to. I don't care what he did for Aerys, gut him if he attacks. Argh." Garland was barely able to sit up, as he now seemed a little less frail, albeit just as pale. He looked out of the window, and looked across to Alerie.
"Aye, my Lord." Willas simply replied, as he left the room, commanding to a few of the other guards. They stayed close to the entrance, as Alerie herself looked back at Garland, who sat up sternly, looking back.
"I hate shedding blood. But there is no point wasting time any longer. If he consolidates, he'll have supporters, or he'll run with as much gold as he can, that Lannister bastard." 

Men were moving quickly, and the Household Guard of the Tyrells was now practically sitting outside Garland's room in the Hand's Tower, with Willas being able to get through to the Maester's quarters in this tower. There was much to be done, and no doubt, the next few moments would be very, very busy.

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Within minutes, the raven had been sent, and Goldcloaks and Tyrell Retinues were marching to the Red Keep, the sight of bodies of guards, Dothraki and other men around the exterior areas a horrid sight. It was not a slow move, it was a fast one, it was urgent, and pronounced. Willas led the way in as he met with the leading force that was entering, before moving on the Great Hall. There was a good number of Dothraki by Lyman's side, the rest gone elsewhere. They were somewhere else...no doubt the greedy fucker had them in the Treasury. As for Royce and Footly, Willas did not know where they were- the former was probably close to Aerys, and the latter was close to the other two Targaryens, though he didn't understand where on earth Royce was exactly. He was protecting the crown once more, Willas said. Just not in the way that would be normal. When things like this happened, it was anger that voiced itself properly, and Willas knew that this would be Garland's job, if he were able. 
"What the fuck is the meaning of this, Lyman!?" Willas's voice carried itself across the Great Hall, as he looked on, his face furious. This was an outrage, and indeed, it was madness. He had left Alerie with Garland, and a good number of guards, enough to repel any would-be attackers, simply because they could afford it right now. It left the city thin, but it was a flood with Reachmen now, green and gold being the colour of the day.

"You want your Westerlands back? You just lost any fucking hope! You're no Regent, Lyman! You'll never make it out of here alive if you disobey the Hand's command...there's 12,000 men out there that would help, so in the name of Lord Tyrell, Hand of the King, I order you to stand down! You are no Regent!" Willas roared, the man in his mid-forties still holding the gravity he did, the Tyrell retinuemen, clad in mail, some in plate, beginning to rush inside. He didn't care if he said he had the King's order. The King was a 12-year old, with no responsibility to choose his regent. As for Lyman, he was an assuming little shit, and no doubt, Willas knew that he had the power here. A good number of Reachmen could fit in here, and it was slowly filling. It seemed too dramatic a response, but Willas almost guessed they had been naive not to do this in the first place.

Garland had to recover for the King's sake....Royce was good enough a Regent in Garland's absence, but Lyman was a trickster, a thief, a fucking bastard, Willas thought to himself. He was no better than the Crakehalls sieging outside, that much he knew, as he drew his Poleaxe from his back, knowing full well that unless Lyman had something very good to say, they were not leaving here. King's words, or not. The King did not matter. The King...was a boy. And even if he had a dragon, he was not a man to give command unless it was in the Tyrells' best interests. Willas wondered why Royce wasn't here, but felt to himself that Royce would be a little inclined to agree with all of this, that he would at least respect what the hell was going on....he didn't seem to appreciate Lyman entirely, and Willas knew it full well. However more of those savages that Lyman had, the Tyrell Kingsguarder did not know, but there were around almost 100 Tyrells in the Great Hall, crowding in fact, with more outside. It was happening quickly, and it seemed like something was going to happen. The Reachmen were ready for it, and knew that they would easily be able to topple whatever was going to happen...though in which particular order, nobody knew entirely.