"Finally!" Tommen huffed as he walked in front of two of his kingsguard, leaving them at their post in front of his chamber doors, walking into his large room.
The king took off his antlered crown, the golden tines glinting from the evening sun flittering in from the windows. He set it down on its special pedestal, on top of a pillow embroidered with the stag of his family. He turned and walked to the window, unbuttoning his gold and red colored doublet, humming a tune as he stepped over to peer out of the window, admiring the colors of the sunset over Blackwater Bay.
His emerald eyes glittered and shot up when he heard footsteps behind him, and he quickly turned, but sighed, seeing it was only his servants bringing his dinner. "Actually, I'll wait for the queen, thank you..." He said, even though his stomach roared like a lion, especially as the delicious smells disappeared with the servants.
He turned and walked over to the bed, falling onto it with a smile. His legs swung on the edge before he took a deep breath and tossed them up, trying to tug his boots off, huffing and puffing as he struggled.
"Do you need any help my king?" A voice as smooth as silk asked.
He jumped up with a red tint over his pale cheeks, before smiling at his queen, who stood there with a light smirk. The rose of Highgarden was wearing a exquisite teal dress fit for someone of her stature. Her auburn hair was flawless, going past her shoulders to her mid back, her bangs pinned to the back of her head like always, a tiara with sparkling jewels sitting above her brow as well. Her light blue eyes were drawn out by the dress, as well as accented by her flawless skin like always.
"You know, you shouldn't laugh at your king..." He warned, but there was no threat in his voice.
"I'm not laughing at my king," She stepped over to him and let out another heavenly giggle. "I'm laughing at my husband."
He smiled and shook his head before enveloping her hands with his, squeezing gently before finally pressing his lips against hers. They closed their eyes for a few moments before opening them, and he rubbed his nose against hers in an affectionate way, before finally letting go of each other's hands, Tommen loosening his grip last.
"Sit, I'll help you this time." She winked and he laughed softly, sitting down on the bed. She kneeled with ease, beginning to unlace the boots.
"How many times do I have to tell you, you don't have to brute force everything." She said and he rolled his eyes as he began helping with the other boot. "And done!" They said at the same time, before she set the boots to the side and he helped her up with a smile.
"Thank you, my sweet." He said, pecking her cheek gently, before walking over to the door and opening it, waving his hand. He walked over to the table and pulled out her chair as the servants brought in the food, pushing her in gently once she was seated.
He sat down and took a deep breath, grinning at the smell of the delicious food. Once the plates were uncovered, Tommen made sure everything was to his and his queen's liking before waving off the servants. On the plates sat three main dishes, a honey glazed partridge, hearty kidney pie, and Tommen's favorite rabbit stew. There were also three large flagon tins, with water, honey sweetened milk, and a fine Summer Isle wine.
"I presume the queen mother isn't going to be joining us?" Margaery asked, referring to Cersei, as the king poured himself a goblet of wine.
"No no, I insisted on dining with my queen alone, it's only the second time this week." He gave a wink. "If I have to eat with the small council, I'd rather spike my drink with milk of the poppy to sleep through it all." He joked, causing her to giggle and nod in agreement.
"Good, good, and I thank you for letting us be in peace." She said, thankful she didn't have to eat with the room flooded with passive aggressive comments, though she could feel Cersei's anger, even though she was on the other side of the red keep.
Margaery took dainty bites like a lady should, sipping the sweetened milk, dabbing at her lips after every bite and drink. Meanwhile, Tommen dined without care, not bothering to wipe his lips when he got some of the glaze on his lips, instead grinning at her and licking it off. She didn't eat as much as usual, though Tommen took no notice to it, filling his stomach instead. Once he got to the stew, he finally looked up at her, properly wiping his lips.
"So, how was your day my queen?"
"'Twas well, I visited Flea Bottom, and said hello to the children at the orphanage... My sweet, I was wondering if we could make another donation there..."
"Of course my love!" He nodded quickly. "I'll talk to your father as soon as I see him tomorrow." He said, her father, Mace Tyrell, being not only Master of Ships, but also Master of Coin in his small council.
She bowed her head gratefully, before letting out a giggle and an eye roll when he slurped his stew. "And your day?"
"It was nice, getting council on this, told what to do on that... I'm honestly surprised they don't advise me on how to wipe my own behind!" He declared and she let out a snort, covering her mouth and leaning back in her chair, laughing.
"Tommen!" She giggled, before shaking her head. "A king shouldn't talk of such activities over dinner, especially to his wife!"
"Oh shush, you laughed!" He smiled at her before downing a spoonful of his soup and smiling at her with a giggle of his own.
After a few more moments of chatting of their days, the king raised his bowl and winked at her before slurping down the rest of his stew, before wiping his chin with his wrist, causing her to cluck disapprovingly.
"Hey, try it, it's pretty fun!"
She eyed him before smiling and shaking her head, but relented, bringing up her bowl and finishing it off. "Hm, I suppose it was fu-" She was saying, but let out a burp, causing her cheeks to erupt in a blush, excusing herself profusely.
Tommen erupted into laughter before he quickly reached across the table to give her hand a squeeze, letting her know he was laughing with her. After the laughter diminished, he clapped his hands twice and the servants whisked away their plates, leaving the drinks and a platter of their favorite lemon cakes.
It may have looked like the boy king was stuffed, but he gobbled down a few cakes before washing it down with a swig of milk, before grinning. He watched her pick up one, take a small bite, then sat it down and pushed her plate away, much to his confusion.
"Are you okay Margaery?" He asked, knowing full and well they both could eat their fair share of lemon cakes, the plate usually being clean by the night's end.
"Oh, uh..." Her eyes darted up and she gave a small smile. "My appetite has been odd these past few days, my apologies."
"Oh no, it's okay!" He quickly said, nodding, but it was evident in his emerald eyes that he was concerned for his queen.
He finally stood up and stretched, looking rather silly in his messy hair, undershirt, and exquisite dress pants. He began making his was over to the dressing screen, but she stopped him, gently taking ahold of his wrist.
"My little king..." She murmured, causing him to blush and smile shyly as she stood, her gently brushing off the crumbles on his cheeks, kissing a droplet of milk off near his lips, before finally letting go, and he walked behind the screen with a hop in his step.
Finally he walked back out, now wearing pajamas made of the finest Dornish silk, a crowned stag embroidered over the the breast, smiling at her once he passed by. She pecked his cheek affectionately before walking Heinz the screen herself, dressing in a simple silken pajama gown. He padded over and pulled back the covers with a hum, crawling in before flipping to his back with a happy huff, while she slid in gracefully.
"Good night my queen..." He leaned over to kiss her perfect, rose red lips once again, squeezing her hand.
"Goodnight Tommen, sweet dreams..." She embraced him, before leaving an arm under his head, her hand in his chest, and he scooted closer to her, closing his eyes.
After a little while, the queen's eyes were still open, watching him with a small smile. She pecked his cheek to make sure he was still asleep before she slowly slid out of bed, walking to the window to peer out. The moon was reflecting against the bay, lighting her skin up in a ghostly yet serene way. She brought up he dress so she could look at her stomach, gently grazing her fingers over the minuscule swell, before glancing back at her dozing husband.
"Meow..." Came from down below, and she looked down, feeling honored that the fiercest and furriest knight of all of Westeros had come to say hello.
"Good evening to you Ser Pounce, I presume your night has been well?" She asked, and he purred against her chest in agreement, his tail swishing this way and that.
"Margaery..." A voice suddenly whined from the bed. "Come back..."
She quickly stepped over and smiled, setting the cat down at Tommen's midsection, sliding back in as the cat curled up at their feet. Her arm wrapped back under him, her opposite hand gently playing with his hair.
"I love you Tommen..."
"I love you too Margaery." He murmured, and like that, the king was asleep.
Her eyes watched over him for a few moments before kissing his forehead, then shut her own eyes once they had grew heavy, finally dozing off after the long day, love radiating off of the couple like heat from a fire.