You are not a knight. You owe no allegiance to any lord or house. And yet... you were drawn to Kings Landing. There the funereal of one of the great men of this era was held. Tywin Lannister a genius on the battlefield, twice made hand of the king and wealthiest noble in the seven kingdoms. His death came as a shock.
You're martial skills were only rivaled by your intelligence. You knew how people acted, how they thought. You were relatively wealthy - you sometimes were a sell sword. You were always successful. As you watched the funerel procession your eye caught the Queen. She was wearing mourning clothes of black velvet. She looked stunning. Instantly your heart was won over. The woman had lost her husband, her son and now her father. You swore then and there that you would make this woman's dreams come true.
You knew she had promised Lordship to whoever brought her the head of her treacherous brother Tyrion Lannister. The cruel dwarf had killed his owned father and it was sad that Cersei was mad with rage. You could go after him... but hunters from across the seven kingdoms were already looking for him. Perhaps there was something more you could for her here in person.
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