Hey there! So for some reason I had this idea about Egg's kids actually going along with the politically beneficial marriages, and I also realised that meant a lot more people would have the blood of the dragon.

Including my favourite Tyrell siblings!

Thus this was made.

Enjoy! Reviews are greatly appreciated :D


285 AC

"When are we visiting King's Landing? I want to see the new baby," Loras asked. Garlan walked towards them, ruffling his little brother's hair and sitting down beside their father.

In the family, Loras looked the most Tyrell, with his chocolatey curls and golden brown eyes. Their parents said Loras actually looked very much like Garlan when he was younger, just with different coloured eyes and hair.

Garlan looked the most Targaryen amongst them. His hair was platinum white. His eyes were lavender, just like Grandmother's, Willas told him once. Garlan had asked him how he knew, and Willas said that their grandmother had said that when Garlan was just born.

Garlan could not remember his grandmother. She had passed on just before his first name day.

He had pestered Willas to tell him more about Grandmother. Willas said all he could remember of her was that she loved children and had a smile that made one feel warm inside, as if she could light fireplaces in one's soul. When he had been just a babe, their grandmother had carried him. Willas said her silver-gold hair smelt like cinders, kind of like a fireplace too.

Their mother told them once, about this event called "The Tragedy of Summerhall". She said it was a terrible accident; it had killed his great-grandfather King Aemon, his granduncle Prince Duncan, along with many others. Grandmother had been there, their mother told them. She had rescued Princess Rhaella from the flames, and served as midwife when she went into labour, birthing Prince Rhaegar. After that Prince Jaehaerys was crowned king, with Celia Tully as his queen.

As Garlan sat there, lost in his thoughts and twiddling his thumbs, a notion suddenly struck him. What if the Tragedy at Summerhall was not an accident? What if people had conspired for Prince Duncan to go down in history as merely Prince Duncan on purpose? What if House Tully had offed him so their daughter could be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms? And the fact that till this day, the Tullys held much sway over the court seemed to reinforce that - with Celia as the Dowager Queen, the Tullys would continue to hold plenty of power.

The thought scared Garlan. The fact that he thought of it scared him further. Eavesdropping on what his parents discussed, it had planted funny ideas in his mind. Stop Garlan, stop, he told himself. Think happy things. He closed his eyes and reminded himself of the songs his wet nurse would sing to him to calm him down when he had nightmares, humming them under his breath.

"Garlan?" It was his mother. "Are you alright? You seem tired." In her arms was his youngest sister Margaery. She had purple eyes like him, but hers were much darker, a deep, rich violet. A thick streak of silver-gold shone through her otherwise chestnut hair.

"I'm fine. I stayed up late last night to pack my things." Garlan was going to be serving as a squire for his uncle Jon at New Barrel. He bit his lip a little. He missed Highgarden already, and he hadn't even left. Willas always said he could come back to visit them "soon", but Garlan didn't know how long "soon" would be.

"Sleep early tonight," his mother said. "Come, let's have lunch." Margaery giggled in some form of agreement and made an attempt to grab Garlan's nose, and he found himself smiling again. He would set the thoughts in his head aside and serve uncle Jon well as his squire.

Garlan didn't know about other families, but he knew his family would never hurt him. And he would never hurt them. He would never want to see them get hurt.

So he would train hard and be as good a swordsman he could be, to protect his family.