Game of Thrones: Ghost of the Uchiha

< Tywin Lannister POV>

Never thought I would come back to this piss and shit infested city again, not after what that disgusting man who sits on the throne has done to my family.

For twenty good years I served faithfully to the crown, repaying debts back to the iron bank and bringing prosperity and peace for the realm. I believe I served dutifully and perfectly given the circumstances at that time.

And how did this thing repay me? Wanting to bed my Wife, took my one and true heir to Casterly Rock as a Kingsguard cutting off any titles or lands for that matter from him.

Leaving me with a vile spawn of a dwarf to let my eyes rot upon. He must be truly mad to believe I will let that conniving little dwarf become my heir.

Every time I see that scrawling sack of imp shit, I want to execute him myself, but I hold back. I tell myself that he is a Lannister and still came out from my beautiful wife Joanna. Anyone else and he would have been killed a long time ago.

Listening to rumors of men that claim I am the real ruler of Westeros, any ordinary sane man would not believe that, at that time, I was the hand of the King. I was doing my bidding for the King.

Even a commoner would know that the King is above all. Yet this King… a Mad King I would call it, became ever more and more paranoid, insulting many great houses and mine too.

Now here I am, after receiving a great many ravens that I could care less about to even count, I finally decided to bring with me today an army he so desperately wanted. 

I rallied up 12,000 good strong able-bodied Lannister men, made with the best steel Westeros can buy. 3000 of my army are heavy cavalry at the front, imposingly standing in formation. 6000 soldiers with swords and shields, 2000 Spearman, and finally 1000 men of archers. 

Now I am here, not to help this Mad King, but to end this once and for all, especially his bloodline that can be so cursed back. 

The moment Joanna died and left me with that vile demon while my true heir Jaimie was taken, I could honestly be given a complete less fuck about the realm with the mad king ruling it. 

It's time for a change, and I must be that change so I can have the most say after this rebellion.

I plan to wed my daughter to Robert Baratheon. After all of this, with a Lannister in charge of the realm I can go back to Casterly Rock and get far away from this disgusting city. I can also relinquish Jaimie and take him back as my heir.

I have been planning this for a while now, buying off Pycelle was one of the many things on my list to do the moment I left the hand position, I still needed eyes from the small council afterwards.

When I heard of Rhaegar's death I was pleased, I had hoped to marry my daughter Cersei to him, but he decided to choose Elia Martell, a Dornish woman.

Then I heard from Pycelle of another bastard who the Mad King has an interest in, named Daeryn Black. Taking this liberty, I required someone to get by his side. I cast out a member of the Lannister house. 

I couldn't tell him the truth of what would happen, or he may give it away, but I know best what men want. 

I have grasped it. 

I hope he won't let me down when I need him. 

I also tipped off the Baratheon army of Daeryn's location when he went hunting. I preferred Daeryn to die as well, to have nothing to falter my future plans, even if he has no significance. I will not allow anything to bring even a close inkling to ruining it.

Closing my eyes to take a deep breath.

Yet he still lives, but with one close new friend and one more tool for me. Knowing that he is still inside this city also brings me fortunate news, because after today the Targaryen or any bastard bloodline will be no more.

Now I sit here waiting for these city gates to open, once they do, I have given the order to kill all the men of Targaryen descendants, no man, woman, or babe alive to see tomorrow. 

This is a big gamble, but one I must do. I also have clear confidence I can secure this because the sharpest blades are always those in the dark.

Strolling my white steed stallion to the towering man covered in heavy armor, Ser Gregor Clegane.

"Make your way through the Red Keep, to Maegor's Holdfast, kill the mother and children of Elia Martell, and any others you see in there"

Gregor Clegane just stood silently, but I know he understands what I said. 

He was always my strongest physical tool, he is the type of man to swing first and ask questions after, if he wasn't someone I could control he would have been dead already.

I hear loud clanking of metal, turning my head I look to the gates of King's Landing, as they start to push open I let out a proud smirk knowingly,

'Pycelle has done a fine job'

Pulling down my helmet visor and raising my sword.

"CHARGE!"

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< Daeryn Black POV (OC)>

The closer I get to the city gate, the bigger my hunch feels that something is going wrong, I don't know where it comes from though, could it be me just overly worrying about my wife? but she is in trusted hands, all she has to do is fight herself I can't help otherwise.

"Captain Bayle, I bring word my King Aerys, Second of his name, to open the gates for the Lannister Army."

I shout to the guard captain Bayle who is on gate duty.

"Finally, we can have more men to defend against those treasonous cunts, I heard that the Baratheon army is marching this way as we speak. Luckily they don't know what hit them when they arrive and have to face a fresh Lannister and Targaryen army"

Captain Bayle starts to mumble with excitement as he quickly leaves to give orders to his men. They start to assemble and move towards the gate to open it. 

After rallying the message I started to head back, but I felt uneasy, very uneasy. This feeling was almost tormenting me away, as I slowly turned around seeing the beginning of the gate open, a full cavalry charge. This was not to enter the city peacefully but a full blown attack.

My senses heightened with adrenaline, I couldn't even say the words to close the gate as I knew that would be too late. Taking a breath I took one final look at this charge and ran towards the closest street alleyway and made my way back to my wife. If I am to die in this city, I will do it to protect my wife.