Jaime
"By the light of the Seven, I hereby bind these two souls as one for eternity. Look to one another, and say the words."
He didn't watch the scene of his and Cersei's son marry that pawn of Tommen's, couldn't stand watching his brother's plans come to fruition without unsheathing his oldest sons sword and putting it through the one-eyed bastard's throat. He turned his head to Loren, the fool smirking openly at his son placing a kiss upon Shireen's lips, the arrogant fool.
Scoffing he thought of how far this 'Lancaster' has come since the construction had begun. Those builders were fast in their work, the holdfast holding the rooms and dining hall was already complete. Complete enough that his brother had started moving his and his betrothed's household and things, the Tower of the Hand is still his until Lancaster is completed and then it will become another area for diplomats to stay rather than Maegor's Holdfast.
Thoughts brought him back to when he and Cersei went to Kevan, pleading with him to join them in ousting Loren from the city and office of Hand of the King. Like the coward, his uncle was, he refused to be a part of the infighting that he had been seeing the past month and left the next day for Casterly Rock. Only vowing to return if the infighting gets out of control.
Cersei had said this was a godsend, she stated that Kevan would have gotten in the middle of what she had planned. Of course, he was confused, his sister was making plans without him or his advice. She didn't tell him until he confronted her today, and what she had planned was horrifying.
Flashback Start
"Cersei!" He exclaimed and went into his sister's chambers, to get answers for what is to come. She turned to him like he hadn't just barged into the room, smiling and raising a glass to him.
"Brother, come and enjoy our victory." He didn't know whether to call her crazy or just mad, their son was just threatened with forced abdication and she calls it a victory.
"You and your creature are making plans behind my back? Loren is running over our son, the King and you call it a victory? What are you planning." He asked her and she told him the news, that Loren is finally moving his things out of the Red Keep and to his new castle within the city, Lancaster it was called, and that it was the perfect time to rid themselves of him. "And what do you have planned? How will we avenge our House." He added and smirked.
"In the aftermath of our son's marriage to that disgusting child, there will be burned roses and one dead lion. We act, and Loren will perish."
Flashback Ends
In the dead of night with Illyn Payne, himself, Bronn, six new Kingsguard once the corrupt ones are gone and thirty or so men will be cloaked in blackness. They will descend on his brother whilst he and others sleep in the night and kill them all, documents of Loren's corruption have already be comprised and will be given to the Small Council once the bloodshed is done and Loren lays dead.
This will happen once the wedding has been done and his son had bedded the girl, they will use the underground tunnels so graciously left to them by the traitor Varys. They will make for Lancaster's hold and kill the guardsmen, kill the servants, kill their damned animals if needs are and then, only then will they take his brother's life.
Until then his son's marriage is the current objective, to get through it before the plan goes into effect.
The feast wasn't so grand, uncommon for a royal wedding. His boy is King, a King should have seven-course meals, singing, and dancing, but none of the sorts is happening. One minstrel playing the same three songs, everyone was quietly talking to one another, and Loren sat on his sons right, the place for the father to preside during a child's wedding.
"This is despicable, I should be by his side." His sister seethed as she approached, he didn't say a thing. Just stood there glaring at them, Loren and Margaery. "Remember the plans, not three hours after the feast and, the bedding." He nodded, understanding what has to be done. He became a Kingslayer to save thousands, will become a Kinslayer to save his family.
"A toast! To my nephew, my King, and his bride and new Queen!" The room was split between some raising their glasses with silence or cheers, "We have eaten, drank, some even got a little too close to each other. Alas I believe, it is time for the final celebration." The room again was mixed with silence and thunderous laughter, the bedding ceremony was different as before. Instead of the shredding of clothes, the two newlyweds were escorted by the other six Kingsguard, then the family and officials to watch.
It was all over in an hour, his nephew's stamina was strong and by the end of the year, a trueborn Baratheon should be born. Everyone dispersed to their sleeping chambers and the Red Keep was quiet once Loren and his entourage left for their own hold, he sat up on a chair, waiting for the time to come and in this loneliness, he held his last doubts.
He didn't want this, didn't want to kill his littlest brother for pride and vengeance. Yet, yet Loren killed his father, framed Tyrion for the deed and is causing turmoil within the court over the fighting with Cersei over control of Tommen, he and others kept the havoc from reaching the rest of the officials but it's getting harder as things are escalating.
His sister's servant came and said it was time, he nodded and put on the lion helm his father had given him. Widows Wail sheathed and wrapped around his waist he gave one last glance to his chambers before leaving, Bronn and the others were waiting for him in the tunnel opening that leads straight to the Dragon Pit. All of them were ready and he took a deep breath.
"We avenge our kingdoms with this deed, I cannot promise none will keep their reputations. Let's move."
They moved past rats and a few remains that were a hundred years old, it was dark but the light of twenty torches lightened their way across. It took an hour before they reached the door and a few more steps they were in the courtyard of the incomplete castle, a few sentries stood guard and they were silenced quickly and quietly. Bronn and ten men remained outside, horses ready whilst he and the other twenty or so men and Illyn moved towards every room.
The occupants were sleeping and he told everyone to make it all quick, Illyn grumbled and did what needed to be done. All were slaughtered and blood-soaked a good portion of the hold, more or less a large mansion than anything. The last target was his brother's chambers, the largest room one guard told them but something felt off about it all when they got there.
Wilhelm, his brother's guard dog wasn't there. His brother never was far from him unless he had him watching Shireen, but the new Queen was with her husband at the moment, the knight would have to be there. Fighting down suspicions he crept into the room with the new Kingsguard and approached the bed, he saw golden hair and sighed, thinking his brother had finally let his guard down and it will be his downfall. Six swords were hoisted into the air and brought down on the sleeping brother, blood covering the white sheets. It was only when he ripped the sheets from the corpse that his eyes widened in shock, and horror, and anger.
It wasn't Loren, it was their cousin Lancel. He was already dead and wounds at the throat were cleaned, he yelled for everyone to vacate the mansion. They made it outside to see fighting between his allies and his brothers new Goldcloaks, almost fifty strong and his brother sitting upon his horse with a wide smirk and at least a hundred more men by his side. He would have slain him if not for the coward to leave for the Red Keep, he ordered everyone to fight their way back to the Red Keep, to stop his brother.
During the fighting, he wondered how his brother knew, of their plan and who turned traitor to his and Cersei internal war. By the end of the fighting, it was just him, Bronn and 13 men, the new Kingsguard were already dead. They mounted and rode hard for the keep, once there he expected to see his brother locked out but the gates were wide opened and the drawbridge was lowered, dead men scattered around the stone floors going inside of the keep. They had to fight stragglers of his father's men and he grabbed one by the scruff of his neck, demanding answers.
"Where is he?!"
Moments later and the others burst into the throne room to a shocking sight, his son and daughter-in-law, sister, and some of the officials that have sided with them on their knees. Loren was seated onto the Iron Throne, Margaery, Olenna, Damon, Wilhelm, the Kingsguard, Grand Maester Pycelle, Mace Tyrell and most of all, Qyburn and he burned with rage. He wanted to charge an kill them all but sword pointed at his allies stopped his movement.
"Loren! Fight me! Are you afraid?!" He shouted and Loren flicked his finger and a soldier lopped off the head of Lady Stokeworth, then the bastard spoke.
"No. I will not fight you, but I will have your allies slaughtered. One by one until Tommen, Shireen and Cersei are left. The first two need to live but Cersei? She's expendable." His brother said as he stood up from the throne, "I hadn't expected you and Cersei to be so devious, to plan a Red Wedding scenario to bleed me." Loren added and placed a hand on Cersei's head, she shook it away in frustration and couldn't speak with her mouth gagged. "Luckily Qyburn knew the winning side, though I might have added to that by naming him the next Grand Maester." He snarled at how uncaring his brother was, how evil the Scarred Lion really was.
"Brother. If such a bond exists within you, let us go. You can have the bloody throne but let me and Cersei and Tommen leave." He broke, couldn't risk bringing harm to his lover and child, even at the risk of the entire realm. He dropped his son's sword, Bronn and others sheathed theirs as well though not without hesitation, Loren grinned and gleamed with one eye.
"... No."