[color=f26522][h1][u][center]Master of Coin, Lyman Lannister[/center][/u][/h1][/color]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzfbTWpoZYA]"Lannisters don't sit, they make empires fall and burn with a single coin, you'd do well to learn that."[/url]

Lyman giggled to himself, examining the letters that he had received, he felt so popular! But, Lannisters often have to do away with that to help themselves. He stood, knocking his knuckles against his chamber door. A shirtless man, bronze skinned and bearded, opened the door, [i]arakh[/i] in hand. Lyman smiled, nodding at Doro, one of his hired swords.
"You've made it, good. It's time." The Dothraki nodded, walking down the hallway, Lyman not far behind him.
"I hate this wretched place, all women, wine, and food." Lyman chuckled at the man's statement, for it wasn't far off, and Lyman too hated the horrible city, and he couldn't wait to make it learn to be humble.

Entering the Red Keep proper, they stomped along, soon joined by others, hidden as washermen and household guards, all gripping their weapons and walking behind. They took corners sharply, running their hands along walls, knocking over handmaidens and servant boys. Lyman's smile never faltered, and he held [i]Dawn's[/i] pommel tightly in his hand. They reached the royal apartments easily, only having to slit the throat of one household guard. Lyman hadn't expected it to be this easy, but most of the household guards were dead or missing, probably joining a side during the chaos that followed.
"Lyman!" Harys yelled loudly as they came upon the door to the royal chambers. Lyman smiled at him, tilting his head at the man.
"Hello Ser." Lyman greeted. Royce growled at him, his eyes pinched together and his teeth clenched.
"What is this nonsense!? Lord Tyrell won't stand for this!"
"Lord Tyrell will bow to his Lord Regent!" Harys frowned, mouth closed, as if he had figured out what was going on here.
"I trusted you Lyman, you were a hero! Bringing the king back to us! And now you turn and-"
"Did you really trust me? Or did you just want help doing your job? Because I was never trustworthy! I made it clear, that my only motive was to get my ancestral home back, and I will not let Tyrell wrestle that chance from me!" Lyman yelled angrily, his head ablaze with "Treason" and "Traitor" but most of all "Bastard".

"Bastard, bastard, bastard." The word rang in his ears, dried out his mouth. He was not trueborn yes, but he still had a claim, but he knew that the voices meant it in another way.
"Royce! You will be receiving a promotion, 'Royal Cupbearer', and in that position, you shall report on every action the king does, and the report will come directly to me, I know you wouldn't dare poison your precious squire."
"What if I poison you?"
"A man dares, a man dies, don't make the executioner weep over your grave, now, inform the King about these changes, and I will sit in on court while the king sleeps." Royce stared for a long time, before nodding sorrowfully and returning to his post, some of the sellswords spitting in his direction. The knight simply stood, not batting an eye.

Lyman grinned as he entered the throne room, and quickly moved to sit the throne, but stopped before taking it, he turned to the others, and grinned.
"I'm not sitting on that thing, bring me a chair please, and while you're out, have your pick of the treasury." They quickly left the room, leaving Lyman alone, very pleased with himself.

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[color=ed145b][h1][center][u]Daenys Targaryen- The Black Cells[/u][/center][/h1][/color]

Daenys yelled at the walls of his cell, one of the few times he was awake, most of the time he simply slept, waiting for them to come and kill him, the black cells were even worse than the cells at Highgarden, and the low light had to be taking a toll on him, and he wanted something else to yell at than the wall.

He sighed angrily, he had hoped that this would have gone better, but instead, it failed horribly, and now he was guarded by Tyrells, so there was no room for convincing, so they just left him to rot. On the plus side, his arm had healed quicker than he'd thought, it still hurt to use it too much, but now he was at least able to use it.

Daenys sank into the floor, waiting for sleep to take him, when he heard the opening of the cell doors. Light stung at his eyes, and he looked up to see a Tyrell guardsman approaching, his face hidden by a great helm.
"Come to end me are ye? Make it quick, I can't wait to meet Garland when the Stranger comes for him too." The guard laughed, it echoed within his helm, making him sound more beast than man.
"No, I've come to bring you to Lord Lyman Lannister, to serve him." Daenys was confused by this in more ways than one, but decided against questioning it, as he was going to be free!

They quickly sneaked out of the main cell block, climbing up the stairs towards the normal dungeons. As the light once more stung Daenys' eyes, he heard screams and the sound of metal in flesh. When his tears cleared from his eyes, he noticed that the Tyrell guardsman laid dead at the feet of two others. Daenys chuckled weakly, slowly raising his hands, before running into the nearest wall, which swung open, and then closed behind him.
"Thank you Maegor." He whispered to himself, his shoulder cramping up as he began to move again.

He crawled through the dismal and wet chambers, a rat crawling in front of him, twitching it's whiskers, and approaching, skittering against the stone floor.
"Bugger off ya' bloody rat." The rat ran away at the first word, scampering away to another part of the chambers. Daenys chuckled at how similar the two were at this moment, a prince acting like a rat, and not just any prince, him!

He emerged from a sewer near the docks, not anywhere near where he meant to emerge, but he was groggy, and the sunlight had made him slightly sick after so long without it. The moon rested high in the sky, so it was around midnight. Daenys was pleased, he could make it to the Red Keep, maybe finally become king! It was near too much for him to bear. He quickly stumbled towards the huge castle, pacing down the empty streets, seeing one or two brigands in alleyways, one attempting to attack, only to be deterred by a glare of purple eyes.

What was not in the mood to run however, was the group of goldcloaks he turned into. They stopped in their tracks, weapons in hand.
"Daenys Targaryen? Aren't you suppos-" He didn't hear the end of that one, as he was already running for the docks again.

Eventually, they forced him against a cliff, which led to the Blackwater. Daenys looked back and forth, his situation looking more and more dire.
"Give up Daenys!" And there it was, his decision was made.
"You'll have to fish up my corpse! Fools!" 

He allowed himself back, the rushing wind against his face as he tumbled towards the churning sea. He thought of his son, his brother, Garland, all those he had met, and how they had wronged him, he only wished he had more time to end them, and then he slammed into the sea.