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Thrid Person POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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The ships had left, fleeing with their unconscious king on one of the ships while some of the ships returned to check on the king's situation, heading defeated to Dragonstone.
Jaime was arriving at the ship at this moment in the city with his own father, who made it a point to come here to resolve the mess the Articans are causing chaos in Westeros.
The fleet's ships were already arriving at the port with the owner returning from the fight, while the city was all agitated, after all the news of the terrible defeat at sea spread quickly through the city, with the king falling in battle.
"It seems that the efforts have only left Westeros even weaker..." Tywin said with a dissatisfied tone as he walked through the streets of Kingsland with his guards as they approached Redkeep.
The city seemed to have a somber climate, but without problems until they reached the fortress, while they were greeted by Lannister men, the city was full of them, since Tywin and Cersei were wanting to place more power of their house there.
"It seems that there is no one to receive us..." Tywin said with a dissatisfied tone, as a royal guard approached him at the entrance.
"Lord Tywin, Ser Jaime... It's good to see that you are well." The man said with a respectful tone to Tywin, despite not having the same with Jaime, after all, he was the kingslayer, a reputation not very favorable even among the royal guard.
"Where is the hand of the king or my daughter?" Tywin could understand that Robert would not be there after the destruction he caused, but he expected some of them.
"As the king has just arrived, a council meeting was held at this moment while we are trying to control all our losses." The man said.
"So Robert ended up losing..." Jaime was quite surprised by the news that Robert was in the attack, it would be funny to see a man so fat trying to go into combat, he might be the king, but Jaime despised him inside after all these years of humiliation that he and even Cersei suffer from the Baratheon.
"Watch your words, Ser. He is still your king and is alive." The royal guard said with a severe tone.
"Can we go to the council?" Tywin didn't want this to extend despite not liking these words to his son.
The royal guard nodded and began to enter the castle to ask for permission to enter the meeting while the Lannister guards who accompanied the two, stayed outside.
"My king..." One of the royal guards entered the door.
"What now?!" Robert growled at the man, his state was deplorable as he was sitting in a chair with Pycelle tending to his injuries, he had lost some teeth while his two eyes were swollen, one of them not having his vision at the moment.
"Tywin Lannister is here. He wants permission to enter." The guard spoke.
"That old lion is here?! Send him away while we are dealing with more important things!" Robert growled with his usual disdain for the lions.
"Wait, Your Majesty." Jon Arryn said. "Lord Tywin fought the Articans and had some losses, we should let him add his opinions in this meeting." He suggested.
"What did he lose? Saw his lion cub captured and lost some ships, we are talking about the destruction of hundreds of ships! Westeros has just lost all its naval strength to the Articans!" He growled enraged, being more frustrated than rational, but then sighed a little before continuing. "Let it be... Let him in." He said at the end while the royal guard returned.
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