-Margaery!-yelled the boy king-Come here!
She was sitting in the Iron Throne, discussing some problems at Kings Landing with her grandmother when the yell came. She smiled, Tommen was a kid, with a crown rested upon his head. But still a boy, and he liked to play with everyone that accepted.
He is a kid, but a really sweet and willful kid.
-I am coming, my King!-she stood up, searching for the boy.
A few minutes later, she found the following scene: Tommen was crying, holding Sr. Boots tightly, while his mother, Lady Cersei (she refused to call her Queen, she was the Queen), has arguing with him.
-Tommen, how many times have I told you? You're a king!
-But I want to keep them! I wanna play!
-I know, my dear, but you mustn't leave guests all by themselves just to see with one of your cats was hurt! This is bad! Do you want to be know as a neglectful king?
Margaery, enjoying the perfect opportunity to play a mind game with Cersei, walked in the Kings Room.
-What happend, my King?-she asked, placing a soft smile upon her face
-Sr. Boots got a woowie-dowie! I heard he meowed!
-He just got scratched too much by the other male cat.-explained Cersei.
-Oh, I see. My Queen, I believe you shouldn't push him so much. His cat got hurt.
-Thanks, Marg- My Queen.
Cersei looked with a "who are you to tell me what to do?" face to Margaery and she couldn't help but to smile. She was a much better queen, closer to the people and kinder to the king-her own son!-. Of course she would like him.
After Cersei quickly left, trying to hold her anger, Margaery sat down to face Tommen. He looked at her, his soft green eyes dazzling with sweetness. He smiled at her, pulling his cat closer to his chest.
Margaery would not like to admit, but Tommen was a really good person. He was kind hearted and sweet, always trying to do the best for his people. If Cersei hasn't such an influence over the boy, she would say he is perfect.
Without letting Margaery know, he pressed his lips towards Margaery's. He was unexperienced at love affections, such as kissing and cuddling. But she didn't mind at all. Trying to make him more comfortable, she placed one of her hands around his neck, sometimes running her fingers through his soft, golden hair.
It lasted shortly, thought. Tommen broke up the kiss as fast as it started, starting to feel insecure to touch her, it was written in his eyes. But he stood still, making eye contact with her. She pulled his hand softly and placed over hers. His skin was smooth and his fingers, small. Soon, he took his hand away from hers and, surprising Margaery, he placed over hers.
-It feels good, my Queen?-he asked, making small circles with his fingers on the palm of her hand.
-Does it really needs an answer, my King?-she said, placing a small and quick kiss over his lips.
He just laughed for a little, then Margaery joined him. The both of them laughed and kissed lightly, and strangely, it felt better than sex for Margaery.