What if The Mountain Killed Loras Tyrell at the Hand's Tournament

What if the mountain killed Loris Tyrell at the hands tournament? Let's explore the depths of it in the video. [Applause] [Music] >> Leave me. >> The Hound lumbers over to his brother, reaching over his shoulder and pulling his long sword over his shoulder. However, he is a fraction too late as the massive knight's sword descends upon Sir Loris. The young Tyrell screams as the blade hacks a deep gouge through his armor. Although the plate is designed to block against sword cuts, the sheer strength of the mountain is enough to leave an ugly gash. Loris screams in pain, his body thrashing on the ground. In the stands, people scream and jump to their feet. Some try to run away, others reach for their own weapons. The first to reach the mountain is Sander, who intercepts his next strike and shoves him back. For a moment, Gregor is too stunned to react to someone actually forcing him back. The Hound takes full advantage of that and presses forward. His blade rises and falls, meeting Sir Gregor's greatsword. Their weapons lock as Robert shouts for his guards. He tries to cleave his younger brother in two, but the Hound squares his shoulders and blocks the next strike. He then twists and pushes the mountain swing down and slams his armored elbow against the massive knight's face. Blood bursts from his ruined mouth, but Greor only roars in anger and tries to smash his fist down at him. However, Sander sidesteps the attack and tries to elbow him again. This time, he catches it and slams his brother onto the dirt. However, before the mountain can pick up his sword, someone appears on his back. >> You passed it. I killed you. >> Though he is unarmored, Renley has a dagger in his hand and repeatedly plunges it into his neck. Around him, guards begin to gather. Some of them jab spears and others aim crossbows, trying to corner and kill him like a bear. These spears prod and strike at his battered armor until one man rushes forward and drives his spear into the mountain's thigh, dropping him to his knee. As the mountain loses balance, the rest of them rush forward, battering him with hammers and axes. When they pull away, he is bleeding from a dozen wounds, gasping for air and shuddering. Yet, beneath the blood on his face, he continues to glower angrily at them, spitting defiantly. They prepare to finish him off, but a hand orders them back as the Hound steps forward, his own blade in his hand. Get back. He's mine. No one dares challenge the large warrior who walks over to the mountain and drives his sword into his throat. And then, with another cry, he sweeps his sword across his neck and sends Sir Greor's head flying. For a moment, there is silence as a maester hobbles over and helps drag Sir Loris aside to be treated. With that, the match is declared forfeit, and the turnney ends, not with a bang, but with shock at the outburst of violence. Everyone soon begins to disperse, their bodies shaking in horror at what they just saw. None is more shocked than the Reachmen, who all send men to help treat the night of flowers and condemn Sir Greor's actions to a man. Tywin also sends word, denouncing Sir Gregor and praising Sander for his actions. That is perhaps the only thing that lets him salvage the situation slightly, that the Hound was also a Lannister bannerman and served in their household. However, even then, the seeds of discontent are sewn. Despite Mr. Pyel's best efforts, Sir Loris dies from his wounds, plunging the court into a state of mourning as Robert orders a funeral prepared for him. The king personally offers condolences to his family. But it is Ned Stark who eyes fall upon. Like the other great houses, the Tyrells kept an ear to the court and the happenings there. They know of Ned's conflict with the Lannisters, the incident in the Ruby Ford, and the rumors that he is looking into something. Many lords and knights from across the seven kingdoms arrive to show respect for the Knight of Flowers cut down too soon. The streets of King's Landing are soon a wash with a current of silk and lace as they gather around the Sept of Bor. For a whole day, the nobility of Westeros stands there until the last rights are spoken and the silent sisters move to escort his body home. His brother, Sir Garland Tyrell, had stood vigil over him. As the fires die out in the Red Keep in the last of the mourners prepare to depart, Ned eases himself into his chamber in size. A busy day and a troubling one. He thought of Hugh of the Veil, who also suffered a similar fate, but received no such recognition. Perhaps that was the point for someone who can die unnoticed. He is so engrossed in his thoughts that he nearly misses the knock at the door. Though his guards stand outside, Ned opens the door to see Sir Garland standing before him. The night stands tall and tense, but Ned can see the grief in his eyes. He bows his head respectfully. Lord Stark, my father hears that you have helped make arrangements for my brother's funeral. He thanks you for your compassion in these trying times. Think nothing of it. That is the least I can do. No parent must ever bury their child like this. I know it. It has been difficult. He looks away, squeezing his eyes shut until Ned places a hand on his shoulder. Sir, you need not put on a face in front of me. As a man who's had to bury two siblings and a father, I know how you feel to see your youth snuffed out from them. I will gladly hear what you have to say. But if you wish to grieve first, I will think no less of you for it." He gestures for his guards to leave and shuts the door behind them and allows Garlin to sit on his bed. As soon as he eases himself down, the shell cracks and the boy buries his hands into his face, tears streaming down his face as he begins to sob. Ned says nothing, but places a hand on his back and offers him a drink of water. When he finishes it, Garlin looks at Ned with red rimmed eyes. Soon, the two of them begin to speak of Loris, talking about his accomplishments and stories about him. Though Ned knew little of him, he gladly shares what he does know, and that soon puts him at ease. A part of him wants to lie and speak of Loris's gallantry and performance on the lists, but Ned holds his tongue. Instead, he speaks of the knight's energy and his hot-bloodedness, something that actually brings a faint smile to his brother. The whole realm weeps for him. They see him as the knight of flowers, but but your somnity means more to me than all their tears. Many of those people only see him as the knight he could have been. You see him as he was. The man with thoughts and virtues, as the brother who amused and aggravated you in equal parts. I know that feeling when I had to send off Brandon and Lyanna. You did not require tears all the time. Sometimes silence matters more. And what did you think of my brother as a boy who did not deserve to die there? My father thought as much. That is why he asked me to speak to you. He recalls the aftermath of the sack of King's Landing some 15 years ago. He recalls how you were the only man to condemn Lord Tywin's action then and that of that monster. Yet the king did nothing. The realm did nothing. and we were fools for it. I wish to help correct that mistake, Lord Stark. The mountain is dead, sir. But those who allowed his wrongdoings still live. The Lannisters might try to distance themselves from all this unpleasant business, but everyone has grown wary of their expanding influence. They say you wish to combat it. Let my house help you. For a moment, Ned looks at the young knight, unsure if he is hearing right. What he is proposing is an alliance with one of the most powerful houses in the seven kingdoms. Although House Stark is proud, ancient, and commands the support of the North, the wealth of the Tyrells far surpasses them. That and their connections in court. Having them would be a great boon. When he at last speaks, Ned nods slowly. Any aid you have is greatly welcomed, Sir Garlin. But I hope you and your father will understand this. I am interested in seeing justice done, not simple vengeance. The last thing I want is a blood feud dominating the realm. I understand and I will be sure my father does as well. Ned nods and while he has misgivings about Mace Tyrell, Garlin strikes him as a just and smart young man. The Tyrells soon concoct a story that they are negotiating a possible marriage arrangement between them and the Starks. With Garland serving as a go-between, he begins to explain things that happened, like how he suspects John Aaron was murdered, and how someone attempted to murder his son. Ned mentions how his initial lead was Sir Hugh of the Veil, a boy who was killed by the mountain. And yet, when he mentions that Littlefinger gave him this tip, the reachman frowns. He says that Littlefinger is a man of illreute, and how Renley often said the master of coin will not offer a gold dragon unless he can get two from you. Ned soon understands the meaning, but cannot decipher what Littlefinger hopes to get from that. When he has his guards speak to some of the Veilmen about their thoughts on Lord Beish, their answers are simple. He is a fine master of coin, but believes he is dreaming above his station. To his frustration, this forces Ned to start from scratch as he must begin his investigation yet again. When Littlefinger comes to Ned with more leads, the hand politely refuses them. Instead, the Reach's informants secretly begin to look into the matter of John Aaron's death. Yet not long after they hit their first snag as Ned receives words that his wife has kidnapped Tyrion Lannister, intent on taking him to stand trial. He soon realizes this can mean war as Tywin now has every reason to declare war with a just cause. Soon enough, the first blow falls as raiders from the Westerlands emerge and attack the border villages. Entire towns are burned down and their civilian population rushes to King's Landing to report the news. As Ned hears reports of their atrocities, he knows that this is the Lannister's work, even if Tywin might disguise it as mere bandits. Thankfully, Ned has the Tyrells to support him. And under Garland's suggestion, a thousand men are gathered from houses Oak and Rowan to support the Riverlords and drive away the Briggins. It is a small force, but enough to send a message that the Reach stands with the North. Tywin understands as well and his raiders secretly pull back while houses Piper and Vance rally around the Reachmen to reinforce the border region. Though their alliance might have helped them win the first round, the situation in the capital remains tense. They know another strike can come at any point and must be making preparations. In that regard, Ned charters a ship that will take his daughters home. Sansa protests and demands to stay in the south, refusing to go. Ned feels his annoyance building at this conflict, but luckily Garlin has an idea. Sending her north might be hasty. A house divided cannot stand. I will not let my daughters remain here so long as the Lannisters have their claws around this city. I agree, and worrying about them will only distract them. But perhaps High Garden will make for a good compromise. Your daughters will have all my father's swords protecting them, and it is still south, so they can enjoy everything it has to offer. I don't know. It is so far and closer to Castalie Rock. I understand your worry. However, you have to trust us. If not my father, then at least me. I will personally ensure nothing bad happens to them. Very well. I trust you. So, the order is sent out. With the recent tensions, no one can complain. When Ned announces he is sending his daughters away, and a small ceremony is arranged for it, attended mainly by Ned's household and his allies. Yet, when it comes to an end, and they begin to march out, hoof beatats thunder across the different streets. With all the tall buildings and narrow paths, no one sees the Lannister men until they are on top of them. They are close to 50 of them, outnumbering the Stark men almost 2 to1 as Ned sends half his guard with Sansa and Arya. The Lannister column opens up to reveal the King Slayer standing before them, sword drawn. With Ned acting more cautiously, he hasn't had the chance to confront him, but now he sees the opportunity. Around him, his guards ready their weapons eagerly, clutching halbirds and swords while the Stark men form a protective circle around Ned. Garlin moves over to the hand side. It appears my brother found trouble on the road. A she wolf descended upon him while he ate. Sir Jamie, I do not quarrel with you. If you're upset about the situation, then your anger should be directed at me, not my wife. Oh, it is. And I intend to make my displeasure quite clear. Are you mad, King Slayer? You would attack your lord hand in these very streets. I killed my king once. This doesn't seem as bad. Then you will need to get past me, sir. Garlin has his sword in hand in an instant, just as Jaime charges. The two meet each other in a ring of steel, the sound high and echoing across the alley just as the rest of their men rush at each other. Ned has his own sword in hand and moves to help Garlin. The young knight is holding his own well against the king's slayer, matching him blow for-blow. He even manages to cut down another Lannister men at arms who tries to help his lord. When he gets close, Ned swings his sword and forces the King's Slayer to block. Garlin tries to strike at his chest, but Jaime manages to sweep his sword and block his strike. Though outnumbered, Jaime offers a grin. Twoon one. This hardly seems honorable. Does this look like a turn to you? If you start a war, don't be surprised when someone strikes back. Rather than slow down, Garlin's attacks begin to quicken, raining down slashes on him that force Jaime to defend. Even Ned struggles to keep track of these movements. But suddenly Garland pivots his horse and rides away towards the flank. Lord Stark, follow me. Blinking, Ned spurs his horse after him and gallops off. He shouts for his guards to follow him as the reachmen barrels past a pair of Lannister men blocking his path and opens a way out. To Ned's dismay, less than 10 of his men manage to escape as they write back to the Red Keep. With Jaime attacking Ned on the street and both the Reach and Stormlands backing him, he realizes he must act and calls a meeting. The gold cloaks scour the alleys, but the king's slayer slips through their nets like a shadow. That night, in the chamber of the Lord of the Storm's End, Renley gathers his closest men. All of this leaves tensions simmering as Ned writes a flurry of letters to Tywin Lannister, demanding he answer for his son's actions, while Tywin, although denying any involvement with his son, accuses the Starks of trying to consolidate power and take over. Their alliance with the Reach and the kidnapping of Tyrion are proof of that. Seeing this, Renley also offers his support. And this time, Robert can no longer ignore the situation. >> Well, Ned, it seems you're getting your wish after all. It seems like we're hunting the King's Slayer. The question is, what lunatic can we send that would be mad enough to try and kill him? We cannot leave it to chance. Jaime will strike again, and if he's allowed to escape, he will take shelter with his father and escape our grasp. And next time, he may not miss. We need someone who can meet him blade for blade. There are few alive who can face the king's slayer, but one comes to mind. The hound gain. He's in the service of the Lannisters. What's to stop him from selling us out if we approach him? The mountain is dead. For the first time in his life, Sander is free of his brother's shadow. He has no reason to serve the Lannisters any longer. If we promise him protection, a place safe from reprisal, I believe he will turn. I'm not certain, but if you believe this will work, very well then. I'd love to see the King Slayer's face when he sees this sort of dog we've set against him. So, they move quietly, sending trusted men to the kennels where the hound broods, drinking and glowering. The offer is simple. Rich rewards for his service at the Hands Turney. A sworn place in Renley's guard and the chance to spill Jaime Lannister's golden blood. Sander listens in silence, scarred face half in shadow, then lets out a low growl of laughter. >> King Slayer, eh? I've wanted to test his steel. Tell your lord I'll do it, but I'll not bow to flowers or green boys. They get in my way. I'll cut them myself. As he rides out in the dead of night, Sander is joined by 100 trusted men sent by Renley, Garland, and Robert. But while swords are drawn, spies also begin offering their reports. At long last, the Tyrell's web of allies begin to bear fruit. The spy, a former member of House Aaron's household, speaks of what happened before Lord Jon's death. He had been meeting with Stannis quite often, having secret meetings long after small council sessions had ended, sending messages between their households and sharing important documents. Ned already has an inkling of what they were trading. genealogies, family trees, the type of thing he's been slowly uncovering. Curious and wary of being blind to the next blow, they urge Ned and Renley to reach out to Robert's stern brother. A delegation is organized to get to the bottom of it by sailing to Dragonstone. That group is led by Sir Garland, whose absence will be less noticeable. When at last Stannis agrees to meet, he is as grim as ever. Dragonstone is slowly being provisioned with ships surrounding it and men being trained. One would have mistaken it for Aegon's conquest. Come again. But instead of a Targaryen, Stannis sits in the great hall. You wish to know the truth? Then so be it. John Aaron was murdered. Do you know why? He had begun to ask questions about the Queen's children. They are not Roberts. Surely you do not mean to suggest the queen committed adultery. Not simple adultery. Incest between the queen and her twin. It is the only explanation. You're a smart lad. Look at the queen and look at Robert. Tell who those children resemble. Explain the closeness they share and the coldness she and Robert had. And tell me if it is truly so difficult to swallow. If it is true, then the whole realm stands upon lies. Robert must know. Wait before we go. Answer me this boy. Ned Stark does this for honor. There is no doubt about it. My younger brother seeks to profit from it. After all, his place in succession rises by three without them. But what of you? What does House Tyrell seek to gain from this? Justice. Don't play dumb with me, boy. I know Mace Tyrell. I survived a year siege from him. That leaves a man aware of his foe in more ways than people realize. He is lethargic unless something is dangled in front of him. My father seeks to see the Lannister influence broken and the Tyrell's influence to rise. Do not say it. I know the truth of it. I cannot begrudge him that. It is natural in a power vacuum, but he would do well to remember that the realm comes first. I understand. I have no fear of that. I It isn't you I worry about. It is your father. Only then does he let go of Garland's arm and let him return back to carry the tale of incest back to the capital. He meets with Robert, Renley, and Ned at night during the hour of the wolf. Robert listens as the tale unfolds. Each word driving him deeper into rage. His face reens. His fist clenches around his wine cup until it shatters. Red liquid spills across his hand like blood. by the gods. If this is true, I'll see them all damned. Jamie, Cersei, the lot of them. I'll not be made a fool in my own hall. Robert, please calm yourself. I seek justice as much as you, but we cannot afford to kill them now. Don't you dare advocate for mercy on this matter, Ned. Not on this. Not with her. I do not ask for anything of the likes. I know the crimes of the queen, but I also realize our position is difficult. We cannot execute them without evidence. Not unless we wish to have for full-blown war with Tin. Execute them now, and he will say we're tyrants, and not without good reason. Stannis himself confirmed it. Stannis suspected it. If words speak of previous marriages, but nothing about their own affair, if it is even true, make no mistake, Tywin will see this difference. So, we need a confession. The Lannister guards are taken off duty, and those who resist are cut down. But most are too confused to even fight. When they see Garland Tyrell and the Royal Banner, they are not certain who they must fight for, and some simply stare, stunned as the men at arms rush past them. While some of the king's guard initially try to resist, Sir Barristan is ordered to stand down, and he ensures the rest of them follow. Cersei is pulled screaming from her bed, thrashing against the grasp of two guardsmen, but her anger turns to shock as she sees Robert glowering over her. His face looking like it was sculpted from rock in the dim torch light. Her children soon follow, though they are treated more gently. While Cersei languishes in a cell, they are left in a tower. The small council wastes no time in interrogating her, hoping to get a confession as soon as possible. Yet, the queen remains defiant, even through Robert's threats, Renley's bribes, and Ned's offers. They had hoped to keep things secret until Cersei provided the truth. But that proves to be a false hope as Tywin Lannister soon catches word of this and is furious. Yet he knows he cannot risk war, at least not openly. With the Starks and Tyrells presenting a unified front, attempting military action is suicide. So instead, he begins looking for ways to fight them without getting his hands dirty. He also sends scouts to begin looking for his son, who is still out in the wilderness and riding hard to reach the Westerlands. The King Slayer does not get far. Jaime leaves a trail of dust and broken men behind. He slipped the gold cloaks but did not expect this particular pursuer. Sander Clelegane follows the scent like a blood hound. His grim gaze fixed on the tracks in the dirt. With him rides a hundred of Robert's best men chosen for silence and loyalty. They hunt through the night across hedros and caks until the first pale light of dawn gleams. Though Jaime has days ahead of them, he soon closes the distance and spots the white of Jaime<unk>s cloak where he sleeps beneath a tree. Now they fall upon him before he can mount. His men burst forward and rush the few remaining retainers who protect the king's slayer. They form a loose ring around him that holds back the initial attack while Jaime dons his armor and sword. By the time the first men come at him, he is ready and parries his strikes before cutting him down. The second shifts to a defensive stance and intercepts his first three strikes. The fourth catches him by the throat. Two more fall to his sword before the last man joins. Sander Clelegane casually rests his long sword at his shoulder before splitting to the ground. The two circle one another before steel clashes. Jaime watches as the hound blocks each strike and then pushes forward. His momentum carries him and knocks the man off balance. The hound is on him again, but Jaime pushes his sword aside. He can see the tension in the large warrior, and the king's slayer recognizes this will be no easy fight. The careless swagger Jaime carries with him disappears in an instant and is replaced with a grim determination. When their swords match, it is no longer a simple duel, but two killers testing each other. The Hound roars and unleashes a vicious cut that forces Jaime back. He blocks the next strike and steps into his defense, pressing his shoulder against him. This manages to knock the wind out of Sander. But as he falls to his knees, the Hound reaches for a shield from a fallen man at arms and raises it over his head to block the killing blow. He follows by slamming it against his chest and hurling him to the mud. Panting, Jaime looks up to see half a dozen spears leveled at his throat. Sanders scarred grin twists. Got you, pretty boy. By the end of the week, the King Slayer is dragged through the gates of King's Landing in chains, mud spattered and bruised. Crowds gather, jeering and shouting as Renley leads the procession to the throne room. Robert sits slouched in his chair, his eyes widen when he sees Jaime bound. He offers him a grim smile and nods to Renley, who brings the news to Cersei. The former queen's face twists in fury. >> Release him. He is one of the king's god. >> The king's guard are sworn to protect the king, not to assault his hand in the streets. Jaime Lannister has broken every oath he ever swore. Even if he is innocent of this, he is guilty of a dozen other crimes. His life is forfeit. That is unless our king can be persuaded to be merciful. >> So this is what Robert seeks. To blackmail me. He truly has no shame. And he can't even do it himself. Tell your brother that he shall not break either of us, no matter how much he interrogates us. >> Oh, were you under the idea that we need both lions alive? One confession will do. And as we said, Jaime's crimes are considerable. Executing him would be a relatively simple affair. >> You dare. You dare threaten us. >> Us or him? Because, as I said, he does not need to die. Not unless you speak truly. Cersei falters, her voice breaking under the weight as if there are a hundred eyes on her. She spits at his feet, but the venom cannot conceal the truth. >> It is true. Are you happy? >> Quite. It appears my position in succession just went up by three. With that revelation, the entire dynamic in court changes. Ned and Stannis oversee the purging of Lannister allies in court. Most are simply stripped of their favor and reduced to smaller positions. But most dangerous are arrested alongside Cersei, such as Littlefinger and Varys. Though Robert wishes to see Cersei and Jaime executed, the promise of clemency twists his arm. Sir Garland is quick to remind Robert of this, and the king grits his teeth, but agrees. Jaime is sent to the wall while Cersei is sent to live in a sept far away from court. Meanwhile, the children are also sent to Dragonstone as hostages. This leaves Tywin without any real influence in court. The few allies who remain want nothing to do with his family for fear of being persecuted. This allows Robert to press terms. Tywin will not be punished because there is no proof of his involvement. However, his family will lose their position in court, and he must reaffirm loyalty to the crown by publicly renouncing any claims the Lannisters have to the throne and swearing to accept the new line of succession. For many, the Lannister's collapse seems only a matter of time, and the old lion will eventually slink into the court with his tail between his legs to beg for forgiveness. However, Tywin will not allow his family to be humiliated in such a way. While all of this has been happening, he at last finds an ally. Cell swords from the east and pirates. Among them is one exile from the Seven Kingdoms whose exploits have won him infamy across the narrow sea. Euron Greyjoy. His offer to the crow's eye is simple. He will support his return and his claim to the Iron Islands if Euron provides Tywin with his skills and most importantly his connections in Essos. While the Lannisters put little stock in magic, they recognize that this raider is far more than a simple reaver. More importantly, he has the skills to destroy the Tyrell Stark Alliance. That night, silence slips through the Royal Fleet and lands along the coast of the Crownlands. Rather than attack the fishing villages and trading towns, only a single figure disembarks. Yet that is all Euron needs to finish the job. Later, Robert continues to drink well into the night. Whether it is from celebration of being rid of Cersei or grief for being decimated, he cannot tell. All he knows is the wine dulls his senses, and that is what he cares for. A part of him wants to continue this and see how long it takes for oblivion to take him. But another knows he cannot afford to fall now. He owes Ned that much. The realm is in tatters, and much of that is because of his negligence. The guilt weighs heavily on his mind, adding further to his desire for his drink. But he also knows he must help mend it in whatever ways he can. Slowly, he rises to his feet and staggers out of his quarters. Taking a spare wine skin, he makes his way out of his quarters and is eager for some air. The king's guard are nowhere to be seen because Robert had ordered them to leave him alone. He wishes to be left alone. As he makes his way down the hall and towards the godswood. He fails to see one of the shadows detaching itself and follows after him. He reaches for the wine skin and begins to take a sip. Almost instantly he feels something is off. The wine is sweet. Too sweet. Almost as if it is trying to lull him to a slumber he does not want. He spits the wine out and empties its contents under the ground. Poison. A coward's weapon. Who is out there? And who dares poison the king instead of facing him in battle? He looks around, his vision blurry as his eyes begin to water. Robert wipes it away and seizes a knife from his belt. >> Answer me. Damn you. Shadows begin to move around him. They dart and slither at the edge of his vision, causing Robert to growl. He chases after one and tries to jab his dagger into it. Yet his blade only bites the air. Cursing, he lunges at another one as it slides between thewood tree. And from a top one of the roots, he spots one of the shadows, its arm reaching out almost tauntingly, growling, Robert lumbers forward and tries to grab it and drives his knife into its heart, but he does not see the tree branch falling above him, and it strikes his head. The blow sends stars blurring across Robert's face. He roars and nearly falls over and reaches for his head. When he pulls his hand away, there is blood from his brow. But through his gaze, he sees the shadow approaching him, and only then does his mind begin to clear. He sees a man standing before him. Slight and with a calming smile. Half of his hair is white and the other is red. A dagger twirls in his hand. You were clever to smell the wine. I had hoped that would be enough. However, I made sure to take precautions. That is why I also smeared it on your wine skin. Robert's eyes widen for a moment. The nausea and pain subsides and replaced with anger. He manages to find the strength to throw himself forward, but the faceless man is ready and shifts position and catches his hand before the dagger strikes. Under most circumstances, Robert would have easily overpowered the man. But with the poison pumping in his veins, his strength is fading and Jacken forces himself back to the wall. He grabs his wrist and twists until the dagger falls from his grip. As his head slams against the tree, he slams it again until he stops struggling. Val Marulus. Jacken is careful to position the body and make it seem like he had died from a falling tree branch. He smiles and disappears into the shadows. Euron had paid well for his assassination. By the next morning, the Red Keep is thrown into shock at the death of Robert. None more so than Ned, who mourns the loss of his friend even more than Robert's own brothers. Yet this grief is hardly shared as the rest of the court is already working to use the circumstantial to their advantage. Among those is Renley, who meets with Mace Tyrell in secret and offers him a proposal he cannot resist. If he were to back his claim to the Iron Throne, he would marry Marjgery Tyrell and elevate them as part of the royal family. For someone like Mace, an offer of advancement far outweighs his sense of honor, and he eagerly agrees. Yet other Tyrells are not so certain of this. Wait, what if Stannis? The removal of the Lancer children makes him the legal heir. If you go through with this plan, it would make us enemies of the realm. He would hunt us down and call us rebels. Yes, that is correct. And if we're going by the usual laws, Stannis will be our king. But Robert has never explicitly declared Stannis heir. And it is a rather foolish law if you think about it. Why should the eldest be king? Just as why should the king's children come first? We've already seen how badly that might go with us. Except Cersei's children weren't Roberts. They simply claimed to be. Yet, even if they were Robert's children, does anyone truly want Joffrey of all people to be our next king any more than anyone wants Stannis? It wasn't truly him that secured the crown. It was Mace's army and food. I understand that, and I think you do as well, Lord Tyrell. Indeed, I do, Lord Redley. Yes, it is time for new laws to be enacted and changes in our realm of the Seven Kingdoms are to thrive. We must start with new leadership. You can count on my support. >> The three of them depart in the dead of night, leaving the Red Keep for High Garden to rally their armies. However, that does not mean their escape goes unnoticed as Melisandre sees this as well and warns Stannis, who demands they present themselves in court and bend the knee before him. The raven they send never returns. Instead, they receive word that Renley declares himself king of the Seven Kingdoms and crowns himself the new Lord of the Seven Kingdoms from Reach. He manages to gather support from the Stormlands in Reach. Meanwhile, Ned reaffirms his loyalty to the Iron Throne and promises to support Stannis. While Renley might believe it was Mace Tyrell, he knows it was Stannis's accusations of incest that helped bring the Lannisters down. More importantly, Stannis remains the legal heir even without an official declaration. All of this is just as Tywin had wanted, as he sees how internal divisions are tearing apart their alliance almost overnight. While he still cannot challenge either side militarily, he at least can watch as they tear each other apart. More importantly, it distracts them as he sends his fleet up north to attack the Iron Islands alongside Euron. Supported by Lannister Knights, gold, and cell sails, Euron has a large enough army to threaten the Iron Islands, and he quickly sieges Pike, where Balon is killed, and Victarion is forced to pledge allegiance to him after the Iron Fleet is surrounded and captured. Though the realm cares little for the Ironborn, they recognize that the Lannisters gaining influence on the Iron Islands is a dangerous thing, but no one is in a position to stop them. Stannis is too busy fing troops from the north to King's Landing while the Redwind fleet is bottled up. As Renley was unable to bring Sir Hobber and Horus with him, leaving them as hostages. As the first ships bearing Northmen return, Stannis turns his attention to the Riverlands and hopes to gain their support. However, he finds them as fractured as ever. While some recognize his claim, others recall how it was Mace who provided military support against the Lannisters and backed him. Worse still is that the phrase declared neutrality in this conflict and closed the twins from either side. But this prevents a land route from being opened to deploy more northmen south. The Riverlands grown beneath the weight of two kings. Stannis marches into the country accompanied by Ned Stark and his northmen. Everywhere they pass, the lords of the tyrant weigh the law against the promise of power. Torn between their loyalties. Some like Jason Mallister, Titus Blackwood, and Edmir Tully all offer their support. Meanwhile, Renley sweeps through the fertile valleys with charm and splendor. The Reachmen march at his side. The common folk cheer Renley's smiles and promises, while his bride, Marjgery Tyrell, wins hearts with kind words and generous alms. And those lords west of the Red Fork recalled these banners well. They were what helped drive back the Briggins. Some, like Houses Vance and Piper, join them. They are soon augmented by the brackens and dairies. For weeks, the two camps circle each other, sending envoys and spreading coin, but careful to avoid an allout war. The same cannot be said for their new vassels, though. House Bracken raises Renley's stag and strikes at their ancient rivals, the Blackwoods, who have sworn to Stannis. The clash begins as a raid to capture several disputed villages. Yet, Titus wastes no time in sending requests for aid from Stannis. Unwilling to abandon his ally in fear of looking weak, he rallies his banners and rides to their aid. With a swift moving force of horsemen from the narrow sea, the north, and riverfolk, he pierces through their siege lines and drives the Brackens across the widow's wash. Yet, as they press closer, Janos Bracken receives reinforcements as well and meets them. This simple raid soon turns into an all-out war as both sides clash with one another. Now that the spark has been lit, the other houses see no reason to hold back and soon rush forward with their armies, and battles soon erupt across the riverlands. House Derry raises its banners behind Stannis's lines and forces him to redirect soldiers. Meanwhile, Edmir captures House Paige's lands and forces them back into submission. Acorn Hall is soon turned into a fortress as the Tyrells use it as a forward base, and from there, Renley deploys one of his best fighters, the Hound. Although he is a poor commander, he makes for an excellent raider, much like his brother. While Sander does not match his brother's brutality, his reputation preceded him, and many small folk run in fear at the sight of him. His sword carves through men like meat on a block. His face twisted in blood lust and contempt. Soldiers rally to him for fear of him, not love, and wherever Renley deploys him, his brother's army is mauled. While the Riverlands burn, both sides reach farther a field. Messengers ride south across the mountains to Sunspear. Bearing offers Dornish ears have longed to hear. Stannis promises vengeance against Tywin Lannister to avenge Ellia Martell and her children. He promises Dornish men high office and influence equal to any other kingdom. With the Tyrells gathering around Renley, the Dornish have less cause to rally around him. Meanwhile, Renley reaches the Veil, reminding Lady Lysa that Stannis was the one who helped with the executions, including that of Littlefinger. While most of the Veil lords are reluctant to go to war over the likes of Littlefinger, enough of them are willing to help that a small expeditionary force rides out to support Renley. Meanwhile, Dornish banners advance through the Red Mountains and strike at the Reach and Stormlands. They begin raiding their border castles and pillage the farms that Renley used to justify his rule. Yet, as that happens, the Ironborn long ships prowl the coasts. Euron Greyjoyy's black sails blot the horizon. His reavers striking indiscriminately at riverlands, villages, and reach ports alike. They support neither brother, and soon smoke rises from burning towns while Tywin Lannister sits in Castle Rock, watching with cold satisfaction as his enemies bleed one another. Through it all, Sir Garland Tyrell commands the Reachmen in Renley service. He initially joins the invasion of the Riverlands, helping push forward and support the flattering brackens to threaten Riverrun itself. His skill in battle earns him the loyalty of knights and men at arms alike. But his heart is heavy. He sees the waste of it. Villages raised, small folk butchered, lords swearing oaths in the morning and breaking them by dusk. And in whispered councils with Alena, he admits what neither Mace nor Renley will hear. Father says that the war will bring us riches, but all I see are dead richmen slaughtering riverfolk. I see Stormland is professing loyalty to House Baratheon, but praising one brother and denouncing another. >> You believe that this war was because of Stannis. Is that what my son told you? >> That he was an unfit ruler and we would be better off with someone else. >> I someone else. Someone he likes and he would pick. As if he could pick anything beyond the choicest parts of a roast chicken. No, this war is not Stannis's doing. We are fighting because Mace hopes to become king of the corpse hill. >> But what am I to do? I cannot disobey my father. >> Can't you? I disobeyed my father and married my husband. That is the only reason you are standing here now. It is not a matter of can you, but will you? >> However, this proves easier said than done as new orders come out from Mace that order him to rejoin the fight. Rather than attack from the Riverlands again, he is instead to strike from the Stormlands and attack King's Landing directly. With the Vale sending their army to help them, Renley has sent secret orders for them to move around the countryside and loop around the Bay of Crabs to attack King's Landing from the north. With the Reachmen and Stormlanders now moving from the south, they can catch King's Landing in a Pinsir. Renley organizes fresh offensives in the Riverlands that keep Stannis's attention and force him to focus on fighting him while Ned Stark holds the city. From Bronzegate, the Tyrell host would drive hard from the walls of the capital. By the time they reach the Blackwater, word comes that Ned himself commands the defenses. The two armies meet outside the gate of the gods. It is an unexpected move from Ned and aims to crush the Tyrell forces before they can link up with the Veilmen, and Ned rides out before the Reachmen are fully formed up. The clash is brutal. The fields churned into mire of hoof and steel. Reach knights thunder forward in glittering waves, their lances shattering against Northman shields. Garlin leads the vanguard, hacking down Stark bannermanmen. Yet the Northmen do not break easily as their men rush fearlessly into the shield wall. Axes and hammers hacking upon shields and ripping them apart. They open gaps for men to pour through and face their foes on equal ground. By dusk, the field belongs to the Tyrells, but the victory tastes of ash when Garland tallies the dead. Hundreds lie dead, the cries of the wounded echoing into the night. He sees the Stark banners trampled in the mud, and for the first time, he feels shame. Lord Stark had been no enemy of his, only a man who sought to uphold the realm's law. The following morning, Garlin rides alone beneath a white flag to the city gates. Though the Northmen lost, enough of them survived that a siege would be unpleasant, and Garlin would rather not endure another battle like this. Ned comes forth, cloaked in gray, his face pale, but resolute. >> Sigarin, you've blooded us well. This is the type of thing that Loris would have killed for. A great battle. Glory to be had. Victory over a respected foe. And yet you do not seem proud. They don't tell you men [ __ ] themselves when they die in the songs. They don't tell you a lot about war in the songs or in the stories. Not my father or King Robert, not even Siristan. They spoke of glory and honor, the accomplishments of great men, men who shone in the heart of war. But I have to ask, how many others had to die in the dirt for them to soar? Too many. A victory that brings no joy, my lord. This war consumes us all. And Tywin Lannister laughs from his rock while we kill each other. I know it. Then why fight it? Because it is my duty. Renley has been crowned and I kneel before him. How can I go back on it? The way you describe duty, you make it seem as though it were a millstone around your neck. And yet, it is only if you make it so. When the mad king ruled us, he ordered my execution. You know that if I had done my duty, then it would have meant simply exposing my belly and accepting my fate. Then I would see this war ended before it burns us all. I came to speak of peace. If you will hear me, I will always hear a man who speaks of peace. In hush tones, Garlin lays out his peace terms. A marriage pack between Stannis's daughter, Shireen, and his eldest brother, Willis. A union that binds the Tyrells to Stannis's cause and deprivives Renley of his strongest ally. Yet Ned is skeptical. He knows Stannis regards the Tyrells as traitors thanks to Mace's actions. I swear to you, Lord Stark, Willis is not my father. He is learned, patient, and just. He is his own man and will rule justly, not on the whims of others. Your Stannis will accept, then the reach need not bleed further. I will see toward my house bends the knee. You have your father's banners, but not his blindness. You have your brother's courage, but not his vanity. The realm may yet be saved if men like you stand tall, Sagarin. I will deliver these terms. Ned sends a raven and that night Stannis receives his orders just as the siege lines are pulled back and the attacking army breaks camp. Although the battlefield is littered with the dead, the city remains untouched. This gesture goes a long way in appeasing Stannis, who recognizes the honorable actions of Sir Garland. He considers the possibilities and then weighs the options. Eventually, he comes to accept this plan as the best way of ending the war. But even as the war ends, another one remains ongoing. That of the Lannister's shadow war. Euron continues to attack the coast of the Sunset Sea with near impunity as the realm's attention is drawn to the wars on land. But Stannis soon gathers his royal fleet and sets sail to pick up Sir Garland and Ned along with the remnants of their host. He also sends word to the Dornish and says now is the time for them to claim their prize. To go after Tywin, they must have proof. And the one person who can provide that is Euron Greyjoy. Along with them are the Redwin twins. Released as a gesture of goodwill. And to help bur Paxter Redwin, who remained hidden from the war, they rendevous with the royal fleet as they circle Dorne and sail together towards the Iron Islands. They scour the coast, destroying any Ironborn long ships that get in their way. After weeks of hunting, the grim gray shores of the Iron Isles appear off the horizon, and beneath its craggy cliffs, the Iron Fleet gathers. The black sails of Euron Greyjoys silence stand at the head. When the fleets collide, the sea turns red. Redwing galleys smash into Ironborn long ships, grappling hooks dragging them close for slaughter. Warhorns echo across the water. Paxster Redwin takes command of the fleets while Ned rallies the men and organizes boarding parties. As the grappling hooks are placed on the nearest longship, he leads the first strike with Starkman cutting down reavers in brutal handtoand. Garlin fights with calm ferocity, cutting through foes with measured strikes. When that ship falls, others take their place, and the Royal Fleet cuts its way forward until its decks are soaked in blood, and they find the silence, which manage to destroy several larger ships. Ned rushes at the Crowsi, swords clashing with his axe. Yet, Euron laughs at this exchange, blocking each blow with his halft. Ned knows that everything hinges on being able to capture him alive and have him confess. This knowledge drags him forward and leaves him rained down with attacks upon him. Euron has no such restrictions, and rather than go on the attack, he blocks each blow head on before suddenly slamming the flat of his ax against Ned and sending him skidding back. The crowi leaps through the deck, bringing it down and splintering the ground. Now it is Ned's turn to struggle as Euron toys with him, sending him stumbling aside with each strike. But as one block knocks Ned's sword aside, a voice comes from out of the chaos. As Garlin leaps forward, long sword in hand as he hacks at Euron's arm and kicks him aside. Ned uses this chance and knocks Euron onto the deck and holds a dagger to his neck. Spare my head and I'll give you what you want. It was Tywin who bought me. Lannister Gold hired the Ironborn's blades. The admission spreads like wildfire. When the last of his fleet sinks beneath the waves, Euron is dragged in chains to Dragonstone. Meanwhile, with the Reachmen melting away from Renley's banners, Sir Garland's defection robs him of strength. The Storm Lords, wary of fruitless war, waiver. The Riverlords, only allied with Renley out of respect for the Reach, but now see no reason to remain. With his army bleeding away, Stannis renews the attack, and the few loyalists Renley has break under Stannis's assault. The younger Baratheon is taken alive, his crown torn from his head. Stannis's judgment is harsh, but measured. Remley is given the choice of death or the wall. For once, Remley does not smile as he takes the black. At last, Stannis turns west. The Dornish banners rise towards the setting sun as they advance into the Westerlands. The Hound leads a vanguard through the Golden Tooth while Ned and Garland lead a strike from the sea. The Lions find themselves surrounded before the gates of Castly Rock. Stannis announces his terms. House Lannister shall endure, but not under Tywin. Instead, the rule will pass to Sir Kevin and his line. Any who refuse will share Tywin's fate. The old lion stands proud to the last, his golden armor gleaming. But when the sentence is read, there is no reprieve. His bannermanmen fight for House Lannister and see that it will survive. They begin to abandon him as the fear of Stannis outweighs their fear of Tywin. Eventually, after a long siege, a treacherous night opens the gates for them. and Stannis's men flood in. Blood stains the stones and with it ends the dynasty's iron grasp upon the realm. One lion dies, another bends, and for a moment the wartorrn seven kingdoms now silence. Stannis turns back to King's Landing, suggesting that Ned remain his hand. Yet in the end, that offer is rejected. Ned instead recommends Sir Garlin to serve in his place. That's our theory. Westeros is a land filled with exciting stories and possibilities, and we love exploring them. If you want to accompany us on this journey across the Seven Kingdoms and beyond, then please like, share, and subscribe to our channel.