The Target is Tywin Lannister

Under the cover of night, the dense forest blotted out the stars and moon, leaving them unable to see their own hands.

Torchlight flickered among the trees, stretching the shadows into twisted specters.

Suleiman had Bryn hand Toman his finely crafted plate armor, engraved with the Black Lion sigil.

Toman stood to one side, visibly nervous, with no idea where to put his hands.

Suleiman handed him the heavy breastplate.

"Put it on."

Toman took the armor, its surface icy cold.

"My lord, I..."

Suleiman cut him off, his voice especially clear in the silent forest.

"We have similar builds."

"Wear my armor and remain with the main force."

He helped Toman adjust the armor's straps, his movements calm and methodical.

"Do not reveal your identity. Do not meet with any lords."

"You only need to convey one order to the army through my closest officers."

"Advance on King's Landing."

Suleiman fastened the helmet over him, concealing his young, anxious face.

"Make as much noise as possible along the way."

"Make everyone believe that I am leading forty thousand troops in a furious march upon the Iron Throne."

Toman nodded from inside the helmet, his muffled voice trembling slightly.

"By your command, my lord."

Suleiman turned away, wearing only light leather armor.

With Bryn and several guards, he slipped soundlessly into another patch of darkness like a shadow.

There, Rosso Brune and the three thousand five hundred cavalrymen under his command waited amid chaos.

Rosso Brune had already led them in circles through the forest in the darkness. The horses snorted restlessly, and the riders had long since lost all sense of direction.

When Suleiman appeared, the restless crowd quieted.

"We go ahead of the infantry! Straight for King's Landing!"

Suleiman did not speak loudly, but the first few rows