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The Knight of Clegane Hall

Tytos was still a squire. The wind brushed against his hair as they sailed back to Westeros. His father was dead, and he was in charge. Tytos Clegane was in charge! He had power…his own men, soldiers that would look up to him. His uncle was a wild fucking human. Ripped Theodan Leffords throat right out…after his conversation with Lorrent, Tytos wished to do the same to that prick. If they wanted death, Tytos would be more than happy to deliver it to them. More than fucking happy to make their mothers and daughter cry at the sight of their heads off their bodies from his sword…Tytos yearned for that. It would happen someday, and the Seven would see him out of it alive and well.

He chatted with Vaemond and Simon Sunglass extensively, as those were the two he really knew. He had no need to reach out to any others, a cousin, and a friend. But at least they were out of those damned islands. Mud, death, and heat…it was hell enough, and finally it was over.

The boats docked in Kings Landing, Tytos deciding to stay for a good while. He had no need to rush back to his new castle, there was much more action in this city anyways. And he needed to find himself a wife, a hard challenge for the ugly pug.

The True Knight

Erwin Clegane had drifted in and out of life. He went about his duties to Prince Maegor, following him around and keeping his head down. He had fallen much more silent as time went on, this year he was to be knighted…and he had no clue what he would do with his life afterward. Tytos would be a knight soon enough as well, he was getting old enough, and he no doubt had killed men in the Step Stones…Erwin wished to be in his position, to do what he had done in the dining hall once more.

He cleaned his blade, he continued his training, and he rode his horse. That was the life of Erwin Clegane…but there had to be more right? There had to be much more!

The Squire

Wilbur Clegane was but ten and three. He had been shipped off to squire for a Lord Paramount, and he was excited. He had learned well until his tutor had gone off to the stepstones, and Wilbur was left in the Red keep, playing with his days. He saw Erwin from time to time, as little brother and big brother chatted, but it wasn’t anything special. All he knew was that his father was dead, and he couldn’t care less. He was just happy Ormund was back!