Basically this story exists because I need Tommen to be alive at the end of the books. Obviously I own nothing but I hope you enjoy reading this anyway.


He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. His thoughts wandered to all that was lost, to all the people, known and unknown, beloved and disliked, to the land burnt and the dragons and wolves slain. He thought about blood and fire and ice, about men with swords and children in tears.

'There are still so many people fighting.'

The soft voice of his sister shook him from his thoughts. He opened his eyes and stared at her. She had changed so much, but then so had he. Her pretty face was partially scarred, she was taller and where she had previously only worn the finest garments she was now wearing simpler clothes. However what stood out the most were her eyes. They looked so much like their mothers, determined and cool but there was calmness in them that he would never associate with Cersei.

'I know. That is why we have to be careful.'

He stood and walked towards a mirror. He was taller, thinner, far from the chubby little boy people had known. In some ways he thought he resembled Joeffrey. He was as tall as his brother had been and had nearly the same build but his hair was longer, his face rounder and a small scar was faintly visible under his left eye. The crown on his head seemed too tall and hung askew in a way that he had never before seen it on any kings' head. He thought it was quite fitting. Everyone had fought for this crown, wanting it, wanting the power it brought along. People had fought for various reasons, believing that their goal was the only thing that mattered, their way the only right one. And each of them would have worn the crown as though it belonged on their head. However they were all dead and it was Tommen, who had never wanted for anything but a kitten to call his own and the ability to decide what to eat, who wore the crown.

'King Tommen?'

A knock sounded from the door and Tommen shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind. With a sigh he turned to his sister who was now standing beside the door, a soft smile gracing her features.

'It is our turn to do what we think is right Myrcella. It is our turn to try for peace.'

Myrcella nodded and opened the door for him to walk through. He had to make things right.