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260 AC Tytos Clegane The heir of Cleganes Keep had nothing to do. His brother had surpassed him in all aspects. He had trained and stayed near Vaemond Celtigar, taking the young boy under his wing. Perhaps Tytos wasn’t the best mentor but he was fun. With Tywin worried more about Joanna Lannister and the books there was abundant time to go to taverns, sparring, and spending time with knights. Being a squire fucking sucked. Getting ordered around with no autonomy. Tytos had the opportunity to be taught, but all he wanted to do was fight. Fuckin Erwin…

Erwin

The middle child of the Clegane household wore his crutches, walking through the halls of the Red Keep. Elmo Tully, the little ten year old and his best friend called him Ernie quite often in terms of affection. He had been resigned into a library often now, reading through the tactics used in the Blackfyre Rebellion, the dance of dragons, and the dornish wars. He read of how men were slaughtered by the simplest manuvers. Leading the vanguard may have been a warriors place but it was no fine thing to do. Hell…sending men to their deaths? How could someone conpartamentalize that?

Wilbur

Little Wilbur Clegane had been riding down the kingsroad all alone. Just a pony, two letters and a couple silver coins. His father couldn’t even been arsed to send anyone but a knight by the name of Dorian. A chunk of meat with no brain. At least they lived simple on the trip to the Red Keep. Wilbur thought about seeing his brothers again. The three brothers all in Kings Landing, squiring for threr vastly different men. Interesting. Wilbur was eager to learn, but fearful he would make a bad impression upon meeting the Hand of The King. The little ten year old dauntingly stared upon Kings Landing.