A/N. I have to thank my beta, NightOracle, for this chapter. If you have any suggestions or constructive criticism please be free to reply.
The wedding was being held in the sept of the Red Keep. Tommen was grateful for that, knowing full well that the crown did not need any more debt. No one else really wanted a lavish wedding either, not even the Tyrells.
A few hundred guests were attending the wedding. That might have seemed small by the standards of royal weddings, but the biggest wedding he had attended in his last life didn't even come close to this number, except the Purple Wedding.
Margaery was led down to the marriage altar by Lord Mace Tyrell. She wore the same gown she had worn to marry Joffrey, an airy confection of sheer ivory silk, Myrish lace, and seed pearls. She was absolutely breathtaking to say the least. He himself wore the black jacket he was so accustomed to wearing with the Baratheon cloak on his back, neatly clasped over the jacket.
The vows came out of his mouth surprisingly legible as the only thing he could think of the entire time was how beautiful Margaery was. She had a shy and sweet smile the entire time and despite himself, Tommen was struck by her.
Mace Tyrell tenderly removed his daughter's maiden cloak while Tommen accepted the folded bride's cloak from his uncle Tyrion and shook it out with a flourish. He had denied his mother's wish to use the crimson-gold cloak and instead used the one Robert had placed on Cersei during her wedding.
A heavy cloth-of-gold with the crowned stag of Baratheon worked upon its back in beads of onyx. He draped Margaery in the gold-and-onyx and leaned in close to fasten it at her throat. He saw her brown orbs, looking so fondly at him, and he could swear that his heart skipped a beat.
"With this kiss, I pledge my love," Tommen said and Margaery echoed the words.
Tommen then pulled her close and kissed her long and deep. Rainbow lights danced once more from the High Septon's crown as he solemnly declared Tommen of the House Baratheon and Margaery of House Tyrell to be one flesh, one heart, one soul.
When all the vows were spoken, the king and his new queen stepped outside the sept to accept congratulations.
"Westeros has two queens now, and the young one is as beautiful as the old," the Strongboar announced loudly.
Then his uncle, the Hand of the King, came along with Sansa and her big shadow to congratulate them on their marriage. Sansa seemed to be more lively when she talked to them, so perhaps she still liked Margaery.
"I congratulate both of you of this marriage. Let us hope this one lasts longer than the last two, Queen Margaery." Tyrion smiled widely, but Margaery didn't seem to take it that well.
"He only jokes, my wife," Tommen said quickly.
"My uncle loves me dearly and he surely likes you more than the other queen." Margaery giggled at it, a sound that was like the birds singing.
Get your head out of your ass, Tommen, he told himself, but to no avail.
Many more came after them.
His goodfather, Lord Mace Tyrell, proclaimed that he had obtained a new son this day. Then came Lord Paxter Redwyne, his cousin, who warmly congratulated them. He told them that there was a ship being built and that he would name it King Tommen's Justice when it was finished.
"Lord Redwyne, I wish to grant you the position of master of ships on the small council, " Tommen informed Lord Redwyne.
Paxter thanked him for the honour, and next came Garth Tyrell, whose nickname was well earned. The newly wed king informed Garth the Gross he wanted him to be the new Master of Coin, like his late grandfather had suggested.
Late, after a dozen more guests had come, Ser Kevan Lannister, the newly appointed Warden of the West, stepped forth.
"I hear that Ser Lancel is going to get married," Queen Margaery said genially.
"Yes, his bride awaits him at Darry," Ser Kevan replied.
"I do hope you return after the wedding, Ser Kevan," Tommen said. "The small council needs the master of laws."
Kevan nodded and left them.
Then they were seated alone on the high table. The two of them together, husband and wife.
Finally, his mother, dressed in black and still in mourning, came forth. Margaery went to kiss her on the cheeks. "Your Grace, I feel as though I have a second mother now. I pray that we shall be very close, united by our love for your sweet son."
"I love both my sons," Cersei replied, and not as curtly as expected.
"Joffrey is in my prayers as well," said Margaery. "I loved him dearly, though I never had the chance to know him."
"Love for the dead is pointless. We fight to keep our loved ones alive, that is all," Tommen said pragmatically. The two queens seemed to cool down after that,
Like the service, the wedding feast was modest. His goodmother had made all the arrangements. Only two courses were served after his insistence.
Butterbumps and Moon Boy entertained the guests between dishes, and musicians played as they ate. They listened to pipers and fiddlers, a lute and a flute, and high harp.
The only singer was some favorite of Lady Margaery's, a dashing young cock-a-whoop clad all in shades of azure who called himself the Blue Bard. He sang a few love songs and then retired.
"What a disappointment," Lady Olenna complained loudly. "I was hoping for The Rains of Castamere."
"Does he need to sing it twice to remind you of it?" Tommen asked and Olenna grumbled something under her breath.
Mace Tyrell lead the toasts, raising a golden goblet high whilst smiling at his daughter, and loudly proclaimed, "To the king and the queen!"
"The king and the queen!" they all cried, smashing their cups together. "The king and the queen!" Tommen didn't drink and he didn't plan to. Straight Edge for life.
Paxter Redwyne also rose to make his own toast, swaying slightly. "To both our queens!" he chirruped and that probably pleased his mother. "To the young queen and the old!"
"My king, you should drink," Margaery said as she caressed his arm.
"I don't drink, my lady. Never had much fondness for wine or ale, and much less for what it does to a man." Tommen smiled. "I want to remember this night for all the days to come." Margaery smiled and didn't drink for the rest of the night either.
Later, after everything had been served and cleared away, he and his new wife began dancing. Tommen danced very well with Margaery as if he had done so his whole life. Well, he had in his old homeland. Weddings were as common as colds.
Afterwards came Margaery's cousins insisting that he dance with them and so he did.
Then he went to his mother, who was refusing everyone that came to ask her to dance, even Jaime. "Would my mother honor her son with a dance?"
His mother smiled, probably the only time she had done so this whole wedding. "Of course, my son."
He offered his hand, and his mother took it. Tommen struggled a bit with his mother as she seemed slightly drunk but no one besides him seemed to notice. Nevermind, Tyrion noticed, Tommen thought as he saw Tyrion smirking at them.
After finishing with Cersei, Tommen then decided to ask Sansa for a dance. "Lady Sansa, would you honor me with a dance? That is, if my uncle consents?"
"My lady can dance with whomever she pleases," Tyrion replied, now appearing to regret the smirk before.
Sansa seemed eager to dance as she immediately took his hand. "They are beginning to call you Tommen the Just."
"Tommen the Just? I have never been an inspiration before, my lady. I don't like much responsibility." Tommen had said it truthfully, but Sansa seemed to have taken it as a joke as she laughed.
"Lady Brienne is saying that you are improving with the sword," Sansa informed him.
"When you are a prince, nobody tells you the truth. For years I thought that I was a good swordsman," Tommen said, feigning being downcast, and Sansa laughed again. He then passed Sansa to Mace Tyrell and resumed to his seat. Later, Margaery joined him.
"It's time to bed them!" Ser Tallad the Tall called out and other men took up the cry, loudly.
"I'll have no bedding," Tommen said in a icy voice.
"But, Your Grace, it's tradit-"
"If I hear any more word of the bedding I'll have the one who speaks whipped around the streets of King's Landing naked," Tommen interrupted with a snarl.
The hall turned silent once he said those words. He rose up and offered his arm to Margaery who looked grateful but also very afraid. She wrapped her arms around his and they went to their chambers, Jaime following them like a white shadow.
They entered his chambers and Jaime closed the door behind them.
Well, this is way more awkward that I thought it would be.
Tommen heard Margaery undress behind him, and he swallowed as he did the same. He only stood in his undergarments now and when he turned to Margaery, he thanked whatever deities existed he was still wearing smallclothes. "My lady-"
"Margaery. We're man and wife now, so I believe we can spare the courtesies. And I believe we can spare our clothes as well."
