Hey so I'm finally back writing again after a long break and I've decided to try my hands at a Game Of Thrones fic.

This fic starts roughly around Episode 3 of Season 4 of the Game of Thrones TV series (I HAVE NOT READ THE BOOKS) with some minor differences and the plotline will be completely based around the kings landing plotline so will feature no Dany and nothing about the wall etc. The story is based around how the plotline might change if the meeting between Cersei and Tywin in Episode 10 had happened much earlier and so the first scene is very much like my own take on that meeting. And you may find that some of the scenes in the early chapters are similar to that in the show but with my own take on them. The key things to remember in terms of the timeline when reading this fic are:
Joffrey is already dead /Tommen has not yet been crowned/Tyrion is in prison and awaiting trial/Jamie and Cersei have already had sex in the sept/Margaery does not yet know that Olenna killed Joffrey.
I think that's pretty much everything you need to know to jump right in, I aim to ensure a new chapter each week and there should be at least 12 chapters by the time the story concludes. So hope you enjoy and feel free to leave reviews. I understand if you're abit confused about the timeline of things but that should straighten itself out after a few chapters, when the fic moves further away from the TV show. Much love. Enjoy ^_^


A GAME OF THORNS, CLAWS AND SPEARS.

CHAPTER 1

King's Landing – Tower of the Hand.

Tywin Lannister sits at his desk writing on a piece of parchment with the quill gripped tightly in his hand. Cersei Lannister enters the room.

''You wanted to see me, father?''

Cersei helps herself to a glass of red wine from the table.

''Yes, please take a seat''

Cersei approaches Lord Tywin's desk and takes the seat opposite her father.

''I have called you here to discuss our plans regarding your marriage to Loras Tyrell''

Cersei sits back in her chair, rather relaxed, if not a little confused.

''Well I assumed with Joffrey… gone, that the plans had been delayed'' Cersei swirls the glass of wine in her hand ''surely these things can wait, there are much more important matters at hand'' .

Tywin stands and paces up and down, to the left of Cersei who remains seated.

''With Joffrey dead, he and Margaery were unable to consummate their marriage, and therefore we have nothing to assure the loyalty of the Tyrells, which is why'' Cersei shakes her head and takes a large sip of the wine in her hand ''You shall marry Loras and Tommen shall be married to Margaery''.

''You plan to wed Margaery to Tommen?! Don't you think it's a little too soon considering her last betrothed, his brother, was murdered just days ago?!''

''Not at all, we need something to guarantee the loyalty of the Tyrells as soon as possible, I don't know if you have noticed but right now we have a lot of enemies and very few friends, luckily the Tyrell's are the one powerful family who are willing to co-operate with us''

''But father…'' Cersei stands and her father turns to meet her stare, interrupting her.

''I shall hear no more of it. Margaery shall marry Tommen and then a few weeks later, you shall wed Loras and the two of you will move to High Garden where you shall bear him a child''

Cersei slams her glass of wine down on the desk and takes one pace towards her father.

''High Garden?! First Myrcella is shipped off to Dorne like livestock and now you plan to do the same to me? Your own daughter? You expect me to go and live out the rest of my days in the Reach whilst my two remaining children are kept, by wedlock, in King's Landing and Dorne? And you demand this of me in the wake of the death of my first born child? I will not do it, I will not go.''

Tywin is visibly frustrated with his daughter, his jaw clenched and his face turning slightly red.

''You will go…you will go because it's your duty…''

Cersei interrupts ''My duty as a woman? To be sold to the highest bidder? To lay on my back and let some man that I do not love violate me so that I may bare him a child. And then what father? I get a few years with my child before they too are used as a pawn in one of your games.''

Tywin scoffs and turns away from Cersei, shaking his head. Cersei raises her voice to him.

''Answer me father or at least have the decency to look at me when I'm talking to you!''

Tywin turns to face her but refrains from raising his voice to her, keeping calm.

''I will not dignify your delusions by talking about them, you will do what is best for our family as you always have'' Tywin walks past Cersei, as if trying to bring the conversation to a conclusion, but Cersei follows him.

''Tyrion, my own brother, your son, lies in a cell, and I will not rest until he is sentenced to death because he took one of my children from me. These are the lengths I am prepared to go to when somebody threatens my children, and I will not let you or that little bitch from High Garden take Tommen from me.''

Tywin does not appreciate being threatened and turns to face Cersei, grabbing her wrist firmly and finally raises his voice at her.

''Tyrion lies in a cell because of me, not you. You would be nothing without me and you would hold no power because you command no respect'' Tywin loosens his grip on her wrist and lowers his voice once more ''you would do well to remember that and to do as I command…what is right for our family.''

Cersei jerks her wrist back from her father's loose grip and a moments silence passes as the two stare at eachother intently. Cersei breaks the silence, her hushed words, spitting with a venomous intent.

''I do not care for our family; I only care for my children. I would see every last Lannister head on spikes and our family name turn to dust, before seeing my children taken from me. You would do well to remember that'' with those words Cersei took her leave.


King's Landing – The Gardens

Ser Loras Tyrell is taking a leisurely stroll through the gardens after convening with his sister and grandmother for afternoon tea. Olenna Tyrell, his grandmother, had asked Loras to leave once they had finished their tea so that she could speak to Margaery in private.

Loras eventually stumbled upon Oberyn Martell who was sitting in the gardens at a table, writing on a piece of parchment. The Prince of Dorne and the knight of flowers had never been formally introduced and the closest they had got to any actual contact, was the gaze they shared with each other at the wedding of Joffrey and Margaery. Ser Loras thought it best to better acquaint himself with the Dornish Prince.

Ser Loras approached Oberyn from behind ''What are you writing?'' Loras questioned with a smile, not that Oberyn saw the smile until he turned around to face Loras.

''Ah, Ser Loras Tyrell'' Oberyn presented his hand to the knight of flowers and the two shared a firm handshake, afterwards Oberyn turned around and continued to write on the parchment.

''It is a poem for my daughter Elia, I sometimes write them when I'm away and have them sent back to Dorne for her''

Loras moved so that he was leant up against the side of the table, facing Oberyn.

''That's very sweet of you, I have to say I never imagined you as the artistic type.''

Oberyn chuckled slightly ''Is killing not an art? Art is not only found in the stroke of a brush or the joining of a pen and paper but sometimes in the way the warrior swings his sword, or throws his spear''

Loras nodded in approval ''I suppose you are right''

''Or perhaps there is a certain art to making love?'' Oberyn looked up from the poem he was writing for the first time to shoot a cheeky grin at Loras.

Loras couldn't help but smile in response ''I would not know, I have never been married so I have never had the pleasure''

Oberyn laughed ''You do not have to be married to enjoy a good fuck, there are plenty of whore boys and girls just waiting for you to fuck them''

Loras shook his head and smiled ''But that is not what is expected of me, I shall remain a virgin until my wedding night''

Oberyn returned to writing his poem ''That's not what Olyvar told me'' he said nonchalantly.

Loras' face turned a distinctly darker red ''Wh…what did he tell you''

Oberyn placed down his quill carefully and looked at Loras.

''Just that you are not a virgin, that he laid with you and that you were a most proficient lover''

Loras thought that it was not possible for his face to go any redder after Oberyn's initial remark but he was proved wrong as his cheeks flushed an even deeper red.

''And you're going to believe the words of a whore boy'' Loras retaliated.

Oberyn stood and took a step towards Loras and in a slightly more sensual, hushed tone he said ''Yes, because I want to believe it''.

Loras blushed, Oberyn clearly knew Loras was more interested in men than women and there was no point in Loras denying it to the prince any longer.

''So out of interest when exactly did you learn this piece of information from Olyvar'' Loras smirked, thinking he was being clever, trying to embarrass Oberyn just as Oberyn had embarrassed him.

But Oberyn leant over and whispered into Loras' ear ''Just after I finished fucking him over a table''. Oberyn had that cheeky grin again as he pulled away and looked at Loras.

Loras should have known he could not embarrass Oberyn.

''Why don't we continue this discussion whilst walking'' Loras suggests, gesturing a direction with his hand''

''Why do we need to take a walk when there is a perfectly good table to fuck over right here?'' Oberyn gestured to the table at which he was writing at, minutes ago.

Loras raised his eyebrow, intrigued, but after considering it for a few seconds; he laughed it off and shook his head. Loras started to walk away, leaving it up to Oberyn if he wanted to follow Loras, which he did.

As Loras and Oberyn walked, talked and flirted they saw Margaery and Olenna talking to eachother in the distance, the two pairs exchanged waves at a distance and Loras and Oberyn continued on their walk.

''I dread to think what your fool of a brother is up to now'' Olenna remarked to Margaery.

''Grandmother you mustn't say things like that! Loras is a very capable and skilled warrior, known throughout all the seven kingdoms'' Margaery tried to reassure her grandmother.

''Yes, but it's what he's known for which worries me''

Margaery decided to keep her silence, she knew exactly what her grandmother was talking about and had worried about the same thing whilst she was married to Renly Baratheon.

Olenna, realising Margaery's discomfort at the current topic, took hold of her grandaughters' hand.

''But this is something for me to worry about, and not you child, we have much more important things to discuss''

''Like what grandmother?'' Margaery replied with a sense of relief that the topic had been changed.

''Like your marriage to Tommen.''

Margaery was confused but intrigued and so let her grandmother continue.

''With Joffrey finally out of the way you have the chance to marry someone who won't put an arrow in your gut.''

''Grandmother you mustn't speak ill of the dead, especially so soon after their death!''

''Why not? I was the one who had him killed. I think I've earned the right to revel in it a little don't you?''

Margaery froze in her seat, taken back by what her Grandmother's confession. She managed to muster only a few hushed.

''That…that was you?''

''Yes dear, but do try not to go on about it, it's all terribly boring to me after weeks of planning the damn thing, now on to your marriage to Tommen.''

Margaery still sat silent but she had to admit she'd much rather marry someone kind hearted like Tommen than a cruel boy such as Joffrey.

''Tywin Lannister will be keen on the match, I'd be surprised if he hasn't already thought about it'' Olenna continued ''He knows the only way of securing our loyalty to the crown is to bind us in wedlock. Our real problem will come from Cersei Lannister.''

''Cersei Lannister? What say does she have in the matter?'' Margaery said.

''Exactly'' replied Olenna ''She has no real power over her father but she likes to think that she does. The problem with Cersei is that she doesn't believe that anyone would ever commit a selfless act because she herself is so well versed in deception and the power that deception can achieve'' Seeing her granddaughter is a little confused, Olenna tries to explain herself a little better ''She doesn't believe that you're actually a pleasant girl, she just thinks that you're trying to act that way to marry her son and obtain power. There is no use in trying to change her mind, she's as stubborn as your father… but twice as powerful when it comes to enforcing her stubborn ideals. So just stay out of her way and I will deal with Tywin''

Margaery nodded ''And what should I do in the meantime?''

Olenna leaned in closer to Margaery and lowered her voice.

''In the meantime, utilise every moment you could have with Tommen out of the gaze of Cersei. The boy is young and impressionable and will fall for your beauty and charm easily.''

Margaery nodded and smiled at her grandmother before standing up to leave. As she stood, Olenna tugged at her the material draped around Margaery's arm.

''And for heaven's sake girl, show some more cleavage he may be young but he's not blind.''

Margaery and Olenna exchanged goodbyes and Margaery walked back into the Red Keep.

If Margaery had entered the castle just 2 minutes earlier she would have seen Oberyn Martell, rather excitedly, leading her brother by the hand into his private chambers.