Author's Note: So umm... Sorry for not updating lately. Been busy on setting in my second semester and I didn't realize that a week has passed. So, anyway here's a new story and don't worry, I'll still be doing the Janitor story.

So please, enjoy these snippet.

Into the Stag

Chapter 1

"Why does my son have to be such an idiot?" Olenna Tyrell, the mother of Mace Tyrell and the Queen of Thorns, muttered as she paced around her private solar, which is dimly lit by candles.

"'My grandson will be the Lord of Storm's End' he says. 'All of Westeros is united against the Stag' he brags. Seven Hells, when he will see the reality that is clearly in front on him?"

"But grandmother, isn't that the reality of the situation?" Margaery asked as she took a sip of her tea.

Olenna sighed as she looked at her youngest grandchild. "On paper, yes. But Robert Baratheon is not a man that you can underestimate." Walking towards her cabinet, Olenna pulled out a wine glass and an Arbor Gold.

"Margaery, how old are you?" Olenna asked as she opened up the bottle and herself some Arbor Gold.

"Three-and-Ten." Margaery quickly replied, causing Olenna to nod her head in confirmation.

"Then you are at that age where you can face the reality of life." Olenna started as she took a rather big sip from her wine. "On the surface, it seems like the Baratheon's are preparing to raise their banners and rebel, but if war does come then they would be the last one to enter."

Taking another sip of wine, she continued with Olenna's gaze becoming sharper. "Now, how many wives does the King have?"

"Three and they are Elia Martell, Lyanna Stark, and Cersei Lannister."

Olenna hummed at her granddaughter's words. "Isn't that a recipe for disaster… three wives and having sons of their own."

"But how would this affect the Baratheon's?" Margaery immediately regretted asking that question after receiving her grandmother's stare.

"Girl, why you must be so naïve?" Olenna put down her wine glass and after composing herself, gave her a reply. "Ever since he became a King, King Rhaegar has been trying to isolate the Baratheon's. Even though everyone thinks that it's successful, what he didn't realize is that he sowed the seeds for a new Dance.

First, he has weakened the power base of his eldest son, Aegon by betrothing him to his sister; Rhaenys, who are the children of Elia Martell, thus only having the support of Dorne.

Second, King Rhaegar strengthened the position of Jaehaerys, who is the son of Lyanna Stark, by making him the Lord of Harrenhal. This, by the way, is meant to be a spit to the face towards Robert after the Whents' died out. In addition, he betrothed Jaehaerys to Celia Tully, the eldest daughter of Edmure Tully; the heir of Riverrun and made the boy's uncle Eddard Stark the Castellan of Harrenhal until he is of age. This result in Jaehaerys having the support of the North and the Riverlands.

Finally, since the King failed to remove Jaime from the Kingsguard, he has arranged his third son Daeron to inherit Casterly Rock. Adding to that, the boy is set to marry Alys Arryn, the daughter of Elbert Arryn thus giving the boy a power base that holds the Lannister's and Arryn's."

She paused to take another sip. "The idea with his two younger sons was to cut the ties Robert Baratheon had to his foster brother and father and recently Daenaerys was betrothed to your brother Willas and you, my dear, to Viserys to get us on the King's side. Therefore, in the event that Storm's End raises their banners in rebellion, then they would face a united front."

"But grandmother, what does this have to do with the Baratheon's?"

"If Robert Baratheon was the drinking, whoring oaf that he was during his youth, then the war would have happened years ago, but as time passes, it seems that Robert has learned to play the Game. Rather acting on impulse, it seems that he has a plan." Olenna nonchalantly replied before looking back to her granddaughter.

"Now girl, what would you associate Robert with when you hear his name?"

"Hmm… he would be associated with piousness." Margaery carefully replied.

"Exactly. Ever since the King's second marriage, there have been more of these 'rouge septons' preaching about how the Faith has been more corrupted and all of that religious nonsense, going around the Kingdoms and teaching smallfolks to read and write, handing out the Book of the Seven, Book of Common Praters and Book of Sermons." Olenna inquisitively replied before grinning like a Cheshire cat. "And where do all of these books come from, dear?"

"Well… from Storm's End."

"Not quite. In fact, they come from the city of Mjolnir that surrounds Storm's End. Quite a stupid name for a city that's actually quite the opposite. The city is the largest producer of Paper, Oil, Ink and most of all, Books in the Seven Kingdoms and would likely stay like that for a very long time even though the Citadel has adopted the same techniques.

But the plan that Robert Baratheon has concocted was very effective, with him basically turning the Faith against the Crown. Wherever these septons have taken hold, they spread their words and basically caused great disturbance everywhere that resist to their words. And it is very evident, with King's Landing, Lannisport and Oldtown having large riots during the past year."

"Well… if he's causing so much trouble, then isn't that reason for breaking the King's peace?" the young girl curiously asks, her tea being forgotten.

"No, because he isn't directly funding the 'rouge septons, he – "Before Olenna can continue, they heard a knock on their door.

"What is it?" Olenna asked, tinged with irritation.

"Lord Tyrell asks you and your granddaughter to come to the hall. The King's banner has been spotted." Erryk replied. It may have been Arryk but it didn't matter to her.

Olenna heavily sighed before standing up. "We'll finish our conversation when we have some privacy later. Right now, we need to hurry down before your father manages to make a fool of himself. We don't need a repeat of his mismanagement."