The Younger Brother
As Kevan Lannister neared his childhood home, the vast fortress of Casterly Rock, he could see it was pulsating with activity. Servants were rushing about and preparing for the coming fesitivities, the sound of hurried hammering echoed thoughout the corridors as tables were assembled for the coming feast. Those lords of the Westerlands not off campaigning with Tywin, as well as their families, were all in attendence, filling up the castle, so much so many had been forced to stay in Lannisport. Brax, Brooms, Farmen, and Leffords were all about the castle, each nodding respectfully to Kevan as he passed, his family greater than them all.
A Glorious Day is shall be once was have a rightful King, Kevan thought proudly to himself as he passed through the last gate and entered the castle itself. At first he had doubted his brother's decision, but it could not be denied, Tommen Baratheon was the true King of the Seven Kingdoms, whatever the scheming officials or jealous uncles might say.
After dismounting, and seeing his horse sent to the stables, Kevin decided to see his grandnephew. Tommen had been somewhat agitated since several weeks ago, when he and a few knights had emerged in Tywin's camp, the boy clearly having been shaken by the experience of the coup. His relief had been palpable upon seeing Tywin though, and the boy had shown a noticable improvement, though he still often worried about his mother and his sister.
As he approached, the guard on duty straightened up, stepping aside. It was Lancel, his son. Ever since he had rescued Tommen, the two had been somewhat inseperable, the young prince grateful for his help. "Good to see you son," Kevan said as he approached, his son smiling in return.
"You as well father, we have been waiting for several days once we got a raven you would be attending," Lancel responded. "Though I suspect it is not me you have come to speak with."
He grinned in response. "No, not entirely. Is he awake yet?" Kevan asked, pointing to the door. Lancel nodded, stepping aside to allow him through.
Lancel turned to him as he passed, whispering, "I heard Uncle Tywin gave you a mission."
Kevan turned to face him. "It was the only reason I was able to attend this, in addition to the fact that Tywin though there ought to be a Lannister present for the ceremony. I'm to leave here and go immeadiately after the coronation to oversee one of his many projects." Whatever anyone could say about Tywin, they certainly couldn't argue with the fact that he was an active leader.
"Can I come?" Lancel asked with an excited look.
"No, you're needed here," Kevan replied. "After the coup the boy's looked to you as a sort of role model. Also, your mother would kill me if I risked your life again so soon after we just got you back."
Lancel sighed, clearly disapointed. Kevan then rapped softly at the door before hearing a muffled response from within. "You may enter," the voice of Tommen came from the other side.
He opened to door, seeing Tommen sitting alone at a small table, his breakfast in front of him. The boy's eyes widened as he saw him, "Uncle Kevan, welcome! Come sit with me."
There can be no doubt he lacks grace and kindness, Kevan thought as he joined his soon-to-be King at the table. "Your Grace it is an honor to finally see you," he said. "I have been riding at breakneck speed the past few days to be here for the coronation. Both your Uncle Jaime and grandfather naturally send their regards and their regrets, the war to keep you safe unfortunately means they could not attend."
Tommen smiled, before his face quickly turned to sadness. "Anything on my mother or sister? I miss them so much."
"Unfortunately not, your Grace. I can ensure you though that your grandfather is doing everything in his power to reunite you with them."
That did not seem to ease the boy's sadness so Kevan reached out a hand and grabbed the boy's shoulder. "You have bigger concerns today though, your Grace. Today you shall take up your father's mantle as the true King of Westeros."
"W-what if I'm not a good King?" Tommen asked in response, tears welling in the boys eyes.
"Don't be so worried lad, I have no doubt that you will be a great King," Kevan quickly said in response. He truly felt bad for Tommen, who had seen his life torn to pieces following the coup in the Capitol. "Now come on your Grace, we have a coronation to get started and a new phase of your life to begin."
That seemed somewhat to cheer the boy up, as he got out of his chair and his attendents rushed to adorn him with regal robes of crimson, black, and yellow
The two left the chambers minutes later, entering the hallways adorned with the colors of the Houses of Lannister and Baratheon. Kevan and Tommen headed towards the ceremony where the lords were gathered, waiting to see their new King crowned by a septon in a ceremony duplicating the one that would be held later if they captured King's Landing.
Not if, but when Kevan quietly corrected himself. He had no doubt his brother would be sucessful.
