Backdated to couple of days after coronation.

Tytos had gone through much in the past year. He had tried to kill, he had been almost killed, men tried to have him arrested, others chose to find and harm him with vigilante justice. And yet, none could bring down the Dog. Not a single man could take on The Dog of the West. He had grown well. But in that growing he had found that he lacked a certain skill important to the furthering of a house. He couldn’t talk to a damned woman for his life.

The man kept his head down, he was tipsy, having been drinking at a tavern for a couple of hours. He had wallowed in self pity, that no woman would fall for him. And for good reason, he was a brute. Noble ladies didn’t like brutes. They liked brutes as tools, not as lovers. Perhaps…that one girl…no he had to push that out of his mind.

Instead, he walked through the halls of the Red Keep, drunk, his head cocked down, and stumbling around. No one could deny Tytos’s loyalty to the Lannister. He single handily had attacked a Reyne for a perceived slight. He sat down and took a punishment from Lord Tytos Lannister, but today he was calling in a favor.

He arrived at Genna Lannister’s door and knocked hard and strong on it. He didn’t speak as he concentrated at his issues at hand.