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A GAME OF THORNS, CLAWS AND SPEARS.
CHAPTER 2
King's Landing – The street of silk.
Loras paced down the street of silk, waving away prostitutes of both genders from the numerous brothels that he past, as he searched for the man who he was supposed to be meeting.
After walking another couple of paces the dornish man came into sight. Loras had to stop a smile from creeping onto his face upon seeing the man with whom he had been indulging in a ''discrete bit of buggary'' with, as his grandmother would say.
''Ser Loras'' Oberyn nodded.
''Prince Oberyn'' Loras replied.
The two started to walk down the street, side by side, ignoring the numerous prostitutes leaning out of doors, trying to entice the high born men into their brothel. Loras was the first to talk.
''I hope you don't mind if I ask why you asked me to meet you here of all places, I'm guessing it's not to enjoy the view'' Loras asked as he noticed a particularly pretty and lithe whore boy sitting on the steps into one of the brothels.
''No there is more to it than that, although it's a definite bonus'' Oberyn replies as he winks at a scantly clothed girl in the street.
Loras furrows his brow at the dornish prince but Oberyn is unsure whether Loras is annoyed because he winked at the girl or because he didn't fully answer Loras' question.
''I thought this would be a good place to discuss a private matter which would be best kept away from Lannister ears. Cersei Lannister claims to have hundreds of spies in her employment but the queen regent would never trust the word of a whore.''
Loras nods, believing Oberyn's statement to be true.
''So what is this 'private matter' you wish to talk to me about?'' The knight of flowers asks.
Oberyn takes a deep breathe. ''Tommen Baratheon is to be crowned as king later today, but we all know that the true power will lie with Tywin Lannister, the hand of the king. However if something was to happen to Twyin Lannister…''
Oberyn pauses as two city guards walk past.
''then the crown and the Lannisters would be vulnerable, especially with their resources depleted after their wars against Stannis Baratheon and Robb Stark''
Loras speaks up, slightly confused and concerned.
''Yes but my family are providing the Lannisters with the resources they need in order to retain power in exchange for Margaery and myself both being married into the royal family''
The pair ceases walking and Oberyn turns to Loras.
''Exactly. If your family were to withdraw their support for the Lannisters then the throne would be for the taking.''
''And why exactly would we do that when the Lannisters are already promising us such a strong position? Margaery should one day bare future kings and queens!''
''You speak of should and promises, what I speak of is guaranteed. If my family were to take the throne with the assistance of House Tyrell then yours would be the only house outside of Dorne that we pledge loyalty to.''
Loras shook his head in disbelief ''You're actually considering this aren't you?''
Oberyn nodded. ''And why not? If I was to kill Tywin, House Lannister would be defenceless. Without the great Tywin Lannister to command their armies and plan their strategies King's Landing would fall to House Martell within a day.''
Loras is beginning to be convinced by Oberyn's plan, without House Tyrell's support and Lord Tywin, the Lannister's would be no match for the joined forces of Houses Martell and Tyrell. Whilst Loras agress with the theory of Oberyn's scheme, he still has firm doubts as to whether it would ever materialise in practice.
''My grandmother would never allow it. She's worked too hard to form alliances with the Lannisters and has got both me and Margaery within touching distance of the royal blood line.''
''That's why it's your job to convince her.'' With that Oberyn pushed Loras into a nearby dark alley and pressed his lips against those of the knight.
King's Landing – Chamber of the Hand.
''But father…'' Jaime said with the tone of a man who is tired of pleading.
''Tyrion's trial will take place in a few days time, if he is found guilty he will be sentenced to death, it is not up for discussion.'' Lord Tywin replied in a similarly exhausted fashion
''But what if I could get Cersei to drop her charges against Tyrion?''
''A boy was murdered at his own wedding. He was your nephew and my grandson, to see such a crime go unpunished would shame our family and makes us appear weak''
Jamie rubbed his forehead with frustration ''Yes, I understand that, but if I persuaded Cersei to drop her accusations of Tyrion, then we could stop wasting time and pursue the person actually responsible for this''
''What if Tyrion is the person responsible for this?''
''You know he isn't! You just see a way of getting rid of the 'monster' that you think shames our family.''
''I will not discuss my feelings towards Tyrion with you.'' Tywin said sternly.
Jamie is slightly annoyed but takes a deep breath and moves on ''So are you going to answer my question?''
''What question'' Tywin asked, looking genuinely puzzled.
''If I were to get Cersei to revoke her accusations of Tyrion then would there be any need for a trial?''
Tywin sighed ''There cannot be a trial without accusation'' Tywin saw Jaime's eyes glimmer with a faint hope ''but how you think you will convince your sister to do such a thing is beyond me. She's always hated Tyrion from the day he was born and she genuinely believes that he is responsible for the death of her first born child, the king. You've got as much chance in convincing Cersei to revoke her accusations as I do of swimming across the narrow sea.''
Jaime sighed. He knew his father was right but he'd take any chance he could get, no matter how slim if it meant freeing his brother.
''Now we better get moving or we'll be late for Tommen's coronation.'' Tywin said as he led the way out of the tower of the hand, Jamie following shortly behind.
King's Landing – The Throne Room
Margaery walked over and stood next to Cersei who was looking at her newly crowned son, Tommen and smiling. Margaery noted how unusual it was to see Cersei smiling at something other than someone else's misery.
''You must be very proud'' Margaery chimed as she edged closer to Cersei.
The smile dissipated from Cersei's face at hearing Margaery's voice.
''Yes, I am.'' Cersei tries to cut the conversation short but Margaery has other ideas.
''I've never seen someone look at another person with such pride as you do at Tommen''
''And I've never seen anybody look at another person with such greed as you do at Tommen''
Margaery was slightly taken back by the Queen Regents' response.
''Your grace, I am still in mourning for my beloved, Joffrey, I couldn't even consider looking at another person yet.''
''Please, don't insult my intelligence, I saw you during the coronation, eyeing him up like he was a piece of meat. You never loved Joffrey and you will never love Tommen. The first I can forgive you for, after all Joffrey was my son, I knew his cruelty just as well as anybody else. But Tommen…'' Cersei smiles ''Tommen is different, he is kind, loving and fair.'' Cersei's smile fades and she turns to face Margaery ''So you and your honeyed words will stay away from my son and if I see you do as much as lay a single one of your claws upon him then I'll send you back to High Garden…piece by perfect piece''
Cersei had a satisfied grin on her face as she brushed past Margaery, before being whisked away, much to her surprise, into an adjacent room by her brother Jaime.
Olenna Tyrell hastened to her granddaughters side after seeing Cersei leave her with a grin.
''I told you to avoid her did I not? Don't you ever listen girl?'' Olenna was not angry just agitated.
''I was complimenting how proud she looked of her son, I didn't think that could backfire on me!'' Margaery said, still not quite understanding where she went wrong.
Olenna put her arm around her granddaughter as to comfort her. ''Cersei already hates you; she's just waiting for you to give her an excuse to be spiteful. A compliment from someone you hate is no compliment at all.''
The pair retire to the garden together.
King's Landing – A small room adjacent to the throne room.
''We need to talk.'' said Jaime with a certain urgency in his voice.
Cersei rolled her eyes '' For the last time Jaime…you took too long.''
Those words stung Jaime but he tried to shrug them off to discuss more important matters.
''It's not about that.''