Magaery Tyrell
Margaery was very nervous. Today was the day she was getting married. She always looked forward to this moment, dreaming of some dark handsome knight who would love her all the way to hell. Little did she expect that she was going to marry a King.
Margaery was dressed in a gown of Ivory silk. She wore a maiden cloak embroidered with the roses that were her family sigil. Her father escorted her upto the the sept at Highgarden. It is there that she saw her groom.
Renly Baratheon was a tall man with black hair falling to his shoulders. He had a pleasant smile and a handsome face. He wore enameled green armor with the crowned stag carved into his chest. Her father, Mace Tyrell considered him to look like a younger, less muscular version of the deceased Robert Baratheon. Not all the Tyrells loved him though. Her grandmother Olenna despised the 'pretty stag'.
Septon Mulwin stood behind Renly. When Margaery got there her father removed her maiden cloak and Renly draped a cloak with the Baratheon stag onto her.
"You may say the words." Septon Mulwin said.
"With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my lord and husband" Margaery said shyly.
"With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my lady and wife" Renly said simultaneously.
Renly leaned down to kiss her. She felt tiny sparks all over her body when his cool lip brushed her's. His mint breath rubbed against her cheek. A burning sensation awoke between her legs.
Renly turned back to the crowd and raised their joined hands to cheers from the crowd.
The wedding feast at the hall was a blur to Margaery as she only thought of what was to come. Her grandmother told her that the first time would be wonderful and she could not wait to experience it.
"Bed them, Bed them, Bed them"
The hall soon erupted in a loud cacophony of noises. Margaery blushed profusely. Renly raised his hand in approval.
She felt a strong pair of arms lift her by the waist. The men gathered around her, slowly removing her clothes. She looked to Renly and saw the women doing the same.
Soon enough they were left alone in the room, naked as the day they were born. Her brother Loras was outside guarding the two.
"My King" Margaery said shyly, "How do you want to do it?"
"My Queen," Renly said with a smile, "I do not know how to say this. I am not ready my lady" he pointed to his flaccid organ.
"I could take it in my mouth and make you ready," Margaery suggested shyly.
"No. You are my Queen. I will not have you subjected to such indignities."
"That is kind of you, my lord. But our union requires consumnation."
"Some other day perhaps," Renly said while putting on a robe and exitng the room.
Looks like I won't be becoming a woman tonight, Margaery thought with a sigh. Her father might think that her husband was like Robert Baratheon but she strongly disagreed. If half of what she heard about Robert was true and if Robert was in her bed, She would already be carrying a child by the next morning.
Needing some fresh air, she put on a gown and strolled out of the room. Loras wasn't there guarding the room as he was supposed to.
Renly is bedding the wrong Tyrell, Margaery thought to herself. She went to the garden and stared at the garden. It was her pride tending to the roses at Highgarden. She heard footsteps and saw her brother Garlan behind her.
"Everything alright. sweet sister?" He asked lovingly.
"What do you think?"She said sharply, "My husband prefers to share a bed with my brother over me."
"You know very well about this before consenting to marry him. The match was ill-advised," Garlan shook his head. "I told father. Joffrey has the strongest claim to the throne. Even if the rumors of his birth are true, Renly has an elder brother whose claim is stronger than this. I advised Father against supporting Renly, but father only listens to Loras."
"And Loras only listens to Renly." Margaery added while staring into the night sky.
"Your marriage is what will give House Tyrell power if Renly sits the throne." Garlan reminded her, "Keep up this mummer's farce. You could have other lovers. The stag has horns anyway."
"What you suggest is dishonorable." Margaery said disgusted. "The Realm calls you Garlan the Gallant and yet you lack chivalry."
"I don't care what the realm calls me as long as my little sister is happy." Garlan said affectionately.
At least someone cares about cares only about his grandson who sits the Iron Throne. Loras cares only about Renly. Mother cares about Loras and her grandmother cared only House Tyrell's legacy.
"Father wants me to march to Hornhill with only two thousand men. Loras takes sixty thousand men to Bitterbridge. Sixty Thousand men under a boy of seventeen who hasn't even killed a man!" Garlan said incredously.
"What about Father?"
"He will remain at Highgarden with ten thousand men."
"And he calls himself a great warrior."
Garlan grinned. " You sound just like grandmother."
"Garlan." She punched his arm.
"Anyway, I should be going. Lady Leonette might be needing me." He left with a wink.
At least one woman will be satisfied tonight.
Margaery returned to her room and jumped into her bed. She fell asleep quickly, being tired from the day's activities.
That night she dreamt a familliar dream. A tall young man with a stocky bulid stood in front of her. He had thick redbrown hair that ran up to his shoulders. His blue eyed stare opened something deep in Margaery's heart. She felt heavy all of a sudden.
"Winter has come, my love" He said in a sad tone that filled her heart with dread. He kissed her on the lips. While Renly's kiss sent sparks through her body, this man's kiss made her body run wild with the flames of desire.
"Please don't go," She begged him but he would have none of it. He held her hand before leaving her in the dark.
Her vision shifted. She was now standing out in the snows. The same man stared at her with his blue eyes. But this time, it was different. There was no life in those blue eyes. Only death and an empty void of darkness. With a unearthly growl the undead man leapt at her, tearing out her throat.
Margaery woke up with a start.
