They Shall Know My Name (Anyone)

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King Joffrey had sent out thousands of ravens to houses old and new, big and small to see truly whether he had the support of the strong or the weak. The Lannisters were a certainty but yet his own house wasn't, was he really a Baratheon? Could he be a Baratheon and not have the support of his own family? Enough. Joffrey was King and only his death could change that. Men were loyal to him and supported him, thats all he needed. He may be a boy but he had the strength of a man. No one would walk over him, not Robb Stark and not his uncle Stannis.

He sat in his velvet double, it was black with golden patterns on it. Draped over his left shoulder was a red and black velvet cloth, atop of his head ofcourse was the crown. He slouched on the Iron throne and had his right leg crossed onto his left, with his head being held up by his right hand. He was waiting for the other powerful men in the realm to come and swear allegiance to him, for that they shall be rewarded. However, this period of waiting had caused him to start thinking... Maybe he shouldn't have killed Ned Stark. If he had just let him join the night's watch he would only have one rebellion to contend with not two. Attacks on kings landing were imminent and Joffrey needed all the strength he could muster. Would it be better to allow Kings Landing to be sieged? Or fight out in the open? This is where he needed experienced men to help him decided.. His kings council was thin and advisor's few and far between. The King needed help, help of great men.

[sandor]

Sandor was in place, lined up with the rest of the Kingsguard. His nice, white cloak on display for all to see. Joffrey was sitting with one leg over the other and his head resting on his hand. What an inspiring sight for all the Lords, Ladies and Knights coming to re-swear fealty and assure the King there was plenty of people willing to throw themselves between Joffrey and his Uncle or the Young Wolf.

Sandor would be standing between them. He'd kill them all. Killing was the sweetest thing in the whole world, better then fucking and better then drinking. The Lannisters gave him plenty of people to kill. Joffrey gave him plenty of people to kill. He was quite fond of making people fight to the death and none of them could beat Sandor. What could was being a "Ser" or their precious honour when Sandor was crushing their skull with a mace? No good at all. But for now, Sandor would just stand here, the obedient dog. Protecting the cunt King.

[Lena Arryn]

This Thought Lena Arryn wife to Torin Lannister and Lady of the Vale. This is why I relieved Robin of his title in the Vale.
The fact that Lena had to bow to the whim of a child every time he felt his ego deflating was a nuisance to say the least. Since arriving with her husband in Kings Landing Lena had attended more tournaments, melee battles and feasts to honor Joffrey's this that or the other she was literally ill at the sight of a roasting boar.

Striding into the halls Lena Arryn made her way into the court hall gazing upon Joffrey and the Iron Throne. She was not thrilled to be here bowing the knee- again.
She noted the hound, ever vigilant beside the king and then promptly dropped to one knee in a bow.
"Your Grace." She addressed, waiting to be told to rise. There were not words to know how badly this boy irked her. But he was the nephew of her husband, and her king she would do as she must.

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Joffrey was bored of staring at the back of Sandor Clegane. Still, it could be worse, he could be staring at his hideous face. However, he wasn't employed to look pretty but to slay the King's foes, there was not a man in the land that could kill Sandor, well maybe Ser Gregor. Joffrey began to think what the outcome of a fight to the death between the two would be. He had briefly saw them fight at the Tourny for Eddard Stark, that was interesting and brought a smile to his face. Lady Lena Arryn had entered the room but Joffrey was so still day dreaming about the Clegane's brother fight that he hadn't noticed her.

Startled, he sat upright in the chair with both feet planted firmly on the ground. He quickly composed himself and stood up to address the Lady.
"Arise Lady Lena." She was a beautiful women to look at but she was as fierce as any man. "I believe my uncle has chosen well, you are a beautiful woman Lady Lena, but are you intelligent?" Joffrey said as he smirked waiting for her response.

[Torin Lannister]

Ser Torin was next to arrive, the Maester's whom took interest in such things put him as six foot six and two hundred and sixty pounds making him by far the largest Lannister. He was adorned in his armour for the day that was in it, the suit was primarily gold but had details of red. It covered the entirety of his great form including his head when he worn his helm, which was the only thing absent today. Across the whole of the armour was either a Lion's head figure in great gold with rubies for eyes or depictions of his glories and successes. His bastard sword, Deathroar was drawn as he walked from the entrance at the far end of the wall behind the Iron Throne. Tywin was still Lord of Casterly Rock, it would only be right for him to pledge continued fealty and let Joffrey know whom was behind him. Ser Torin would just be another imposing Lannister.

He walked behind the Iron Throne and brought himself up beside where his sister usually sat, he noticed her absence. The tip of his sword was pressed into the ground as one had took a spot to rest upon its upward facing pommel. "Your Grace." he offered his nephew while his blue eyes scanned the room, the fierce Lannister surveying all. It would no doubt be the Kingsguard whom would be best position to take down a would-be assassin but if the chance rose Torin had nothing against cleaving someone in two. He was growing restless waiting for Stannis. As a warrior he was best unleashed on the enemy, not held waiting like a caged lion.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena rose and strode forward towards Joffrey as commanded. She noted both the Hound and her husband standing by the Iron Throne. They made for an intimadating pair but Lena wans't worried about them. While she knew she wouldn't last long against either of them in a fight she did know that martial skill in the resent battle against the boy Robb in the North had proved her worthy of a skill set all her own. One she'd been known to hold in the Vale and one that was making it's self known here in Kings Landing as well.

She was about to thank the boy for his complement as to her beauty, but then the little prat spoke up questioning her intelligence. That could be a double edged sword with Joffrey, he was fickle as he as he was stupid. He might take any answer the wrong way.
"I would like to think so, your grace." She said gently. "But intelligence and wisdom are often in the eyes of the beholder, so the answer lays with your own opinion."
The trick to power mad children was to let them think they had all the power they wanted. When things went awry they'd know it was not true and come back begging for help.

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King Joffrey watched the facial expression of Lena, it changed and then changed again before she spoke. He tried not to laugh, all these false courtesies amused. He noted his uncle enter the room but for the time being he ignored him, it was rude to ignore Lena after he had just questioned her.
"Varys, the spider, tells me that Stannis is gathering his forces and shall be upon Kings Landing sooner than anticipated."
He looked down onto his uncle who was still kneeling, Joffrey noticed that he was in full armour and had his sword with him. This news then must come as no surprise.
"Rise, Uncle, spare me the courtesies next time. Judging by your attire I assume that you have spoken to Varys as well."
Joffrey paused for a moment and looked at the back of Sandor Clegane, Joffrey trusted Clegane and so his counsel will be highly valued, much like his Uncle's and Lady Lena, who had won Joff's respect whilst fighting the boy pretender from the North.

He snapped his fingers and called "Dog" for the hound to turn and join the conversation.
"I would like to here all your opinion's on how we defend King Landing and defeat Stannis, his host is large so Vary's tells me. Where is your brother Uncle? Not the Imp, Jamie. Where is Jamie?"
King Joffrey was clearly panicked by the alleged size of Stannis's army, the treasury was empty and his force was small. He needed money but that damned Alric had loaned 100,000 dragons from the Lannisters, damn him!
"I need money... I need a loan from both of you, my sweet Aunt and my fearsome uncle, not you Dog. Even the Martells, where are they damn them!?" His temper was beginning to show as his eyes turned the fiery colour of the Lannisters and not the ocean blue that he had inherited from his mother.
"Well...!?"

[Torin Lannister]

Ser Torin looked about in confusion, he had not been kneeling yet Joffrey told him to rise. The heat must have been getting to the boy. Perhaps a greater sign of the boy's confusion was that he asked the dog for advice on how to prepare for the battle. "If I might interject...." He was a noted Commander, he had been leading Lannister armies for years. Clegane was one of the finest butchers in the Seven Kingdoms, but he was no Commander. "The main force will be coming from the North, I would place most of the Lannister forces and the entirety of the Arryn forces along the Northern Walls along with many of the catapults. We can position a handful of catapults at the walls running the Blackwater Rush, you could lead your Goldcloaks there personally, we could position some Lannister men too, your grandfather could lead them while I command the Iron Gate's defense. The Goldcloaks will fight harder if you are there, you'll have the Kingsguard at your back when you cut down Stannis, assuming Stannis is with his fleet." Joffrey of course wouldn't last a minute in single combat with Stannis, but his Kingsguard would cut him down swift enough, especially with Jaime and Clegane.

"I do not know where Jaime is, but I'm sure he's on his way." His tone was not so positive, Jaime would arrive when he was ready no doubt. "You should speak with my father about a further loan." Joffrey was already three million and a hundred thousand in debt to Casterly Rock, what was another hundred thousand? Lena loaning money was another matter. That was entirely her choice. "I cannot speak for Lady Nymeria either." that one was absolutely ravishing, if only he wasn't married. Noting his wife, it was at this point he stepped down from the raising platform where the Iron Throne was position, pushed his way through the Kingsguard and took position with his wife. "I should point out my lady wife has been generous enough to provide us with twenty siege ladders, the battle will likely see us made numerous tactical falls backs the first among these will be coming off the wall. We can position the ladders on our side of the wall and allow a greater number of men to get off the walls at once, then pull them down so they don't aid Stannis and the Tyrells." But those were just some suggestions Ser Torin would make...he had after all sat in on every discussion on the cities defense with the Small Concil while he was Hand of the King and all the discussions after his father had arrived. But perhaps the dog had a better suggestion.

[sandor]

Sandor didn't know what surprised him more, Joffrey asking for his advice on how to defend the city or that Joffrey even bothered to mention he didn't want a loan for Sandor. He probably had a par of silver pieces he could loan the King, not enough to pay a single Knight to defend the Realm. Before Sandor could offer his advice the King's uncle spoke up, probably had a better say for it. When he was finished Sandor simply turned to the King and gave a simple nod of his head. The tactics were sound and safe, nothing risky for a big pay off. Sandor would no doubt end up fighting at the South, that was fine with him. Plenty of men to kill either way.

He had just one thing to add. "Have some men ready to fight on the beach. They'll bring rams as well as ladders. It'll be as easy to open the gates to cull them from time to time as it would be to wait until the gate is broke and defend. Only so many can land at once. Put me at head of that lot, none one will retreat." The trick to stopping men from routing? Make sure what's behind them is more terrifying then what was in front of them. With his suggestion made, Sandor turned back to face the front like the rest of the Kingsguard, both Ser Torin and Lady Lena standing in front of him.

[Jaime Lannister]

Few things irritated the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard more than the whiny summons of the boy king who now sat on the throne. Adorned in the white and silver trimmed armour of the Kingsguard, his cape swirled as he marched through the halls, sword held still at his waist by one hand. Within the confines of the keep there was little need for a helm but when required he would find it waiting for him in his chambers, resting where he had left it atop his armour stand. War was coming to Kingslanding and the rumours where already spreading through the keep that the king was worried. Jaime had chuckled to himself when he had heard this, thinking that he should be worried, that Stannis would coming right for him and it might well take a miracle to hold him at bay.

The defencise preparations had already been taking place with extra men bing brought in to bolster the walls and fortify the streets. Killing grounds had been set up everywhere along with ambush points and as many open fields of fire as possible, but the the cold reality was that they were just to few. The guards at the entrance to the throne room pushed the heavy doors open as he approached announcing his arrival without saying a word. As always he was perfectly groomed, his appearance flawless and his armour polished to a high sheen, his clothes tailored and well kept. He was every inch a Lannister despite his profession in the Kingsguard.

He nodded a greeting to the other members of his guard as he passed them, approaching the throne without being summoned and striding past Sandor with a knowing glance. he had no love for the ugly Hound but he couldn't doubt the mans skills, his father would not have kept him as a retainer for so long had he been useless. At least he was more controllable than his brute of a brother. Sandor was perhaps one of the few men he might have held a modicum of respect for simply for his martial prowess. He strode up and stood beside the throne, stopping just for a moment to bow his head to the King,

"Your Highness"

The words were said but there was little else to them. Taking his place by the throne he turned back to his younger brother and sister in law, casting a smile her way,

"Ser Clegane is right..." He emphasized the Ser despite the fact that Sandor certainly wasn't and continually corrected anyone who said otherwise,

"His simple presence will bolster the defenders there and drive them to fight harder, besides...what use is a guard hound if you chain him indoors away from your enemies?"

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King Joffrey listened to the sound advise of his uncle Torin. He was an able commander whose tactics proved this, on the otherhand, Sandor was a killer but if his brother could lead men, then so could he. Afterall in Joffrey's eyes no one could defeat the dog. A smile came to Joff's face as Clegane began to give his views. Yes, no man would retreat, no man would rather face the dog than Stannis. Stannis himself would rather flee than hacked to pieces whilst staring into the burns on the dogs face, he was a fearsome weapon to have, worth 10,000 of any of Stannis men.
"I agree Dog, but, hand pick your men, take the best my army has to offer. Stannis's men will have no where to run and will thus fight to the death with extra heart. I give you leave now to prepare."

As King Joffrey was about to turn his attention to his uncle Torin, his other uncle and Lord Commander of the Kingsguard came strolling in. He was late but he did not care for he was as arrogant as ever, even with Stannis' attack on the city imminent.
"Ah, Ser Jamie, the kingslayer. Or perhaps you'd prefer Ser Jamie the late? Maybe service under Walder Frey would suit you better?" Not only was Joffrey mad because he was late but he then insults his dog! Who does he think he is? No one pokes fun at the hound, no one but King Joffrey himself!
"Since you are so eager to have the Kingsguard fighting, you can command a unit as well. Maybe I should stick you in the Vanguard for your attitude? Besides... what use is having the "greatest" swordsman in the realm if hes chained up inside?!"
He turned to face his uncle Torin, finally.
"I agree with you plan uncle, i'll lead the goldcloaks, five of the kingsguard and the rest of the men the hound does not select and use them as a reserve force to assist Clegane when the time is right, I of course will lead them. Any Lannisters men that can be spared will be will be welcomed. Ser Torin, I name you commander-in-chief, command as you see fit but don't screw it up."

[Lena Arryn]

Lena watched as the men tried their best to advise the boy Joffrey. She was standing beside Torin still wondering if she should Loan money to the crown, that had always been the Lannister's exclusive rights, and she wasn't about to take it from them easily. Before she had a chance to answer they continued on with their war talk and the knot in Lena's chest loosened just a bit.

Lena pursed her lips as they spoke of the Vangaurd. What did Joffrey know of teh van? Although it'd be a waste of Jaime's talents he'd probably make it out of the Van alive and mostly unscathed- probably be called a hero for it. She also noted that Torin had spoken up for her own troops. She decided to hold her tongue for now, she hadn't been addressed yet as far as leading men was concerned, as far as things stood now it seemed Joffrey expected Torin to lead her men. SHe couldn't see them following his orders as easily as their own Lady.

[Torin Lannister]

When Joffrey named Torin his "Commander-in-Chief" but gave him the warning not to screw it up he could have rolled his eyes. He was rather planning on screwing it up but Joffrey's idea of not screwing it up was far better. "Of course Your Grace." He gave a nod of his head and pondered for a moment what his father might think of Joffrey removing Command from him.

"I shall take my leave to make final preparations." he gave a nod to his brother, there was another person that would be an important symbol. Every Knight in the land claimed they'd run the Kingslayer through if they had the chance...when they were a thousand leagues away. In actual battle it was more likely they'd shit themselves and then Jaime would cut head from body. He was the most elegant butcher Torin knew.

"Lena, will you join me?" she knew the Arryn men best, she'd know how to use them. All advice was welcome, so long as it came from a respected source. Regardless of it all Ser Torin took his leave from the throne room, his armour shining all the while as the sound of heavy plate boots signaled him getting further and further away.

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Come to the throne and bow, for what reason? Tywin believed himself to be the main reason his grandson even sat on the Iron Throne. Were it not for his actions many years ago, the Lannisters would most likely not even have a presence in King's Landing. Then again, it was often the richest house that had the most power, either way. It mattered not on that day, though. Tywin Lannister was the Hand of the King as well as Lord of the West. That meant his presence was to be expected, either way.

The doors to the throne room swung open and Tywin entered by his lonesome. There were no guards to surround him and yet his head was held high as though nothing could touch him. He wore his red armor with the gold trimmings as usual. His gold sash held the symbol of the Hand of the King, which many were used to seeing on Torin Lannister by now. Something about it made it seem as though it was brighter than ever, despite Tywin not having it polished for the occasion. He had the same, displeased facial expression that he'd always worn. That day, he had a reason to be. In his eyes, the city was still not ready to suffer an attack from Stannis Baratheon, but it would have to do. Lena Arryn had done well to bring her troops back to bolster the city's defenses.

He looked his grandson in the eyes and bowed his head to him. "Your Grace...", he said, his voice echoing around the court.

"As always, Casterly Rock pledges its fealty to the Iron Throne."

As if the boy didn't already know.

[Alistair Creyon]

Though late, ser Alistair Knightwind, son of John Knighwind lord of Wedgemore also arrived. His father was ill, and therefore he was given the duty to swear fealty to King Joffrey. He might've been in King's Landing before, when he was lord Torin's squire. He didn't remember, and maybe he didn't want to remember. He didn't quite know the new king, other than that he was years younger than he was.

He entered the large room in the red keep, and saw several members of the Lannister family, lord Torin included. He was taught who they were and what city was theirs. He also saw that he wasn't the only one that wore his armor, as the Lannisters also wore theirs. It wasn't as decorated as the others' but it still was a pretty armour and Alistair almost felt bad for it because it hadn't seen any real combat yet.

The guards didn't stop him when he walked past them, they only gave him a look, checked him out, but apparently couldn't find anything wrong with him. He walked towards the iron throne, but stopped far out. The king was busy with other matters, and so he decided to wait until it was his turn to speak.