Tenth Month of 302 A.C. King's Landing

Lady Alysanne Lannister

The war for the Iron Throne was over, Viserys Targaryen had been slain by her eldest son Loren Lannister at what the maesters and the singers were now calling the Butcher's Ball. Many other notable men had been slain during the Butcher's Ball, among them Jon Connington who had been Hand of the King to Viserys Targaryen, and Khal Drogo, and on their own side, Alysanne's goodbrother Ser Jaime had died as he had lived with a sword in hand a laugh on his lips. Alysanne had watched the fighting, or rather as much as she could from her room in the Maidenvault where she and her goodmother had been kept. The outcome had been made more than clear when her husband and his men had ridden through the keep killing all those who had been loyal to the Targaryens, and when Lucion had kicked down the door himself and swooped her up in his arms she had known for sure that they were finally safe.

It was somewhat of a relief for Alysanne, there had been times during her time as a captive of first her goodsister and then Viserys Targaryen where she had honestly feared that she would die, as her husband's lover Nymeria had, but instead she had survived and she knew her husband had taken his revenge for all the wrongs done to them and theirs. Daenaerys Targaryen's and Viserys Targaryen's two sons heads were evidence of this, and though there were some who had been uneasy with it, she knew why that had had to be done, that Larra Rogare had been spared and sent back to Lysa meant that the Rogares had no true reason to complain. Once the dust had settled, the High Septon had crowned Loren and his wife Myrcella King and Queen of Westeros and officiated at their wedding as well. Lucion had been confirmed as Hand of the King and Lord of the Rock, finally getting the accolades he had for so long deserved.

She looked at her husband now as he slept and wondered how things might have been had he been the first born son all along. "What are you thinking Aly?" he asked, one eye cracked open.

"Oh, I was just thinking of all that has happened and all that is to come. You were so tired when you came back from council today that I did not ask, but I was wondering, did the High Septon say when the marriages could take place?" Alysanne asked.

Lucion smiled slightly and sat up. "Aye, in around three weeks' time. The Tyrells said yes to marry Margaery Tyrell to Damon, and that Damon is now to be heir to the Rock is most pleasing for her. And Oberyn, Oberyn agreed on behalf of Doran that it would be best for Elia and Trystane to become Lord and Lady of the Tooth."

Alysanne took her husband's hand and then asked softly. "How is Oberyn doing my love?"

Lucion is silent for a long moment before he says. "Considering all that has happened to his family over the past few years, well. But he wishes to leave King's Landing as soon as the weddings are done, and I cannot blame him. After all that he has lost, I would want to leave as well. Sometimes I do wish to leave, but I do not trust these snakes here with Loren and Myrcella. And besides, Varys is still missing, until he is found I will not rest."

Alysanne nods and then asks. "And how is the search for Varys going? Has there been anything since the lead tracing him to Storm's End?"

Her husband shakes his head and sighing says. "Not much. All I know now is that he has contacts in Pentos and Lys, he could be anywhere, but I do know that his spies are now mine. They always were, but not the ones in Essos. Still there are some things that I do not wish to think on, and other things that must be done. The realm needs to heal and there must be peace for that to happen. Starting a man hunt for Varys will not bring that, let the man slither where he will he has no tools to use against us now."

Alysanne nods and then burrows in closer to her husband and asks. "When do you think we might be able to return home to the Rock Lucion? After all it has been sometime since we were last there and the Tooth shall need to be set in order as well."

Her husband sighs and says. "I am not sure Aly. It has been sometime since I saw the Rock that is true, but there are things here that need to be done first. Loren and Myrcella have to be established properly, and the court needs to be cleaned of all those oaths Cersei allowed in. Mother needs to go home soon though, but that can happen in due time. I would say that perhaps in a year perhaps we might be able to visit the Westerlands."

Alysanne nods. "I shall look forward to that day my lord. Now then, let us cease this talking and resume where we left off earlier tonight." With that she leans up and kisses Lucion on the lips and then they give themselves to the night and their pleasures.

As a pack they are strong, they shall be able to stand against anything the world throws at them so long as they remain together, without each other they will fall. That was a lesson the Targaryens should have realised before the rebellion and even afterward, that they did not was their downfall. With Lucion as hand, Alysanne knows peace will last for a long time, her children will grow up safe and secure as will their grandchildren. Peace in Westeros at last, under the Quiet Lion, the Pride of the Pack.