The Last Reyne

"You've always been a smart younglin' aren't you little lord?"

He recalled their Maester telling him that, and that made him proud. But books don't keep you alive in this place... swords do.

Whoosh

The sound of a sword broke the eerie silence of the Vale...

Or so the little lord of Castamere thought as he swung a branch. He had always wanted to hold a sword like his elder brothers but his mother had always prevented him from wielding one. He remembered her telling him that he was much too young whereas his lord father would wave off his mother's reasons.

"A man must learn how to wield a sword, more so if he is a Reyne. My lady, if you prevent him from sharpening his claws then how will he become a true lion?"

Tyrence didn't know if his lord father thought he couldn't understand or remember what he stated that day, but he did remember that.

"I also know that you're dead father..." He said under his breath as he sat himself down on a boulder. Waylona had hidden it from him, but on their travels, he had picked up bits and pieces of what happened to his House.

It left him feeling hollow and something dark festered inside of him.

"That's what happens when a puny House tries to oppose a great House. Ain't that stupid?"

"Suicidal shits I tell you that. Have you heard of that song they made about them?"

"Aye, a song to last for eternity. An eternal reminder that you should remember your place."

"Those highborn bastards deserved it, got so big in the head... tsk."

"The bodies of the lord and his family were left hangin' for the crows. They'll be left till summer's over."

"Heh, the Lannisters did pay their debt to them alright."

He clenched his fists and held back the tears that were forming in his eyes. Waylona had been avoiding staying in inns unless it was necessary, and it was during those times that he heard those spiteful words. It was there that he understood what happened that day.

A cold breeze swept through the forest and he shivered, not only because of the drop of temperature but because of the memories that haunted him. He was the only one left...

The last Reyne.

The forest slowly lost it's light, indicating that night was setting upon them and yet Waylona had not returned.

"She should have arrived here by now."

He was starting to worry and that dark festering feeling he had was replaced by cold dread. Did they take her as well?

His mother had always said that the gods were kind... were they? Was it by their grace to rob him of his family?

"Waylona?" He called out, his voice sounding weak. She had said that he should wait there but she had never been this late before.

"Waylona!" He cried out a little louder, there was a rustle in the bushes and the crunching of leaves. Much too heavy to be hers but before he could run away, a large hand grabbed him by the collar of his tunic.

"My, my, here I was takin' a little piss and enjoying my break and I run into a runt calling for a woman ." A mocking voice told him. "Ain't you a little young to be having wenches of your own?"

Tyrence struggled to get free from him. "Let go of me you imbecile!"

"You better watch your mouth you filthy little rat." He stumbled into the dirt, his side screaming in pain as his captor's foot connected with it. As Tyrence struggled to sit up, his eyes took in the form of the man who mocked him.

He was thin but he didn't look weak, he had dark hair that had an oily sheen to it and he was pale. But what bothered the little lord's mind was his eyes. They were sharp, very sharp.

And those sharp brown eyes studied him all over.

"Oh wouldn't you know..." He grinned. "It seems that I've stumbled upon a highborn."

"I do not know what you're talking about, if I was a highborn then I wouldn't be here."

"Heh, and little highborn runts talk that way. My eyes are never wrong boy." His eyes continued to scan him. "A highborn from the West, now which House would you belong to? Surely they've been looking for you."

His voice had turned softer, as if coaxing an air of safety. Tyrence felt bitterness take root in his heart. How quickly did this man change his treatment to him upon noticing his status? He clenched his teeth.

"I would tell you what House I'm from if I were actually born in one. I'm just here with my... with my sister. Have you seen her?"

"Your sister?" The wiry man slowly enunciated the words and his eyes shone brighter than ever. "A fair woman with black hair and blue eyes?"

He nodded and the man's face turned into a frown. "Ah, I do know where she is but she's been taken by a knight of the Vale."

"Wh-what?"

"I can take you to her, we do deliveries to the Eyrie after all."

Tyrence hesitated.

"If we don't go to Lord Arryn now she might get thrown on the moon door. Know who that is?"

He nodded absently and he thought he saw a smile flash on the man's face before disappearing into a frown again.

"You're truly taking me to the Eyrie?"

"Of course."

"What's your name?"

"The name's Felix, little lord."

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Author's note:

Hello everyone! It's Tee here and I'm really sorry about the updates being horribly slow. xD I read your comments and I appreciate your criticisms and appreciations. I'll make sure to drag Jef back here.

I'd also like to say this to you people that I'm trying to make this as canon as possible but y'know, this is still a fan fiction. T^T Don't be too harsh on me if I get some timelines wrong. I've also edited some parts in the previous chapters like some grammar errors and stuff.

See you on the next chapter! <3