The Turbulent Years

Tyrion Lannister looked at his uncle, Kevan Lannister.

The figure clad in his father's armor looked like a god about to be sacrificed in the firelight.

The shouts of battle outside drew ever closer, and the roars of the Riverlands knights could be heard clearly.

"Tywin Lannister!!"

"Find him!"

"Kill him!"

Kevan Lannister put on the lion-crested helmet, concealing every trace of expression.

He turned to face Tyrion Lannister.

Tyrion Lannister thought he would say something, such as, "Stay behind me," or "Don't run around."

Yet Kevan Lannister said nothing.

He strode up to Tyrion Lannister and seized him by the arm.

Kevan Lannister was incredibly strong. Tyrion Lannister stumbled and was nearly lifted off his feet.

"Uncle?"

Tyrion Lannister spoke in shock.

Kevan Lannister did not answer. He dragged Tyrion Lannister out of the tent.

Outside, seas of fire intertwined with flashing blades, while countless Lannister guards in red cloaks used their lives to build the final line of defense.

Kevan Lannister found the only remaining frightened warhorse after Tywin Lannister had left.

He practically threw Tyrion Lannister onto its back.

"Hold on!"

Kevan Lannister's voice was muffled but powerful beneath his helmet.

He turned and roared at a group of Lannister guards in red cloaks beside him.

"You! Protect him!"

"Take him and break out through the south! Quickly!"

The red-cloaked guards froze.

Tyrion Lannister froze as well. Sprawled over the horse's back, he stared at his uncle in disbelief.

"No! Uncle!"

He finally came to his senses and shrieked.

"This is Father's order! He told me to stay with you!"

Kevan Lannister turned around.

He reached out and gave Tyrion Lannister's shoulder a heavy pat.

Through the visor of the helmet, Tyrion Lannister felt as though he could see his uncle's eyes.

There was no cold calculation