Game of Thrones: A Wolf Comes Home

Chapter 9 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Margaery

Margaery Tyrell drew all eyes towards her as she walked; she could feel the eyes on her, gazing at her with either admiration, or veiled hostility. She usually found both in equal measure; however she did not care, nor did she feel intimidated, she was used to it by now. Normally she liked things like this; but not now, not with her mind on other things. But still, she maintained her composure, kept smiling, acting as if nothing bothered her. Finally she reached her destination, the royal chambers. Meryn Trant of the Kingsguard stood outside.

"Greetings Ser Meryn." She greeted him politely. "I wish to speak with the King; would you inquire if he will receive me."

Ser Meryn nodded and knocked on the door; his expression was the same as ever, but Margaery knew all too well her acting was enough to enamour him.

'It's almost pathetic.' She thought sadly. 'He'd probably open his own throat with his dagger if I asked him to just now.'

She noted ruefully to herself that it was sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse, to be thought of as one of the great beauties of the land. Ser Meryn turned back to her and opened the door, nodding.

"The King will see you, My Lady."

She thanked him and entered; preparing herself for what she intended to do. She knew Joffrey was still irate and still intended more executions of those who he felt wronged him over the Starks still being alive. She intended to see to it that only the guilty were punished and the innocent spared, at the same time removing a potentially dangerous opponent.

Joffrey was standing at the desk in his room; still looking angry, yet definitely calmer than he had been. He was busy working on his pride and joy, his new crossbow, cleaning it. She approached him, her smile still in place and, choosing her words carefully she spoke.

"The incident with the Frey's was just and necessary, Your Grace."

He turned to her, glaring. "Of course it was necessary; they betrayed me, lied to me, they got the death they deserved."

Margaery lowered her head slightly, in demure pretence. "Of course and very fitting too."

That seemed to satisfy him as his gaze softened and he turned back to what he was doing. This time, when he spoke, his tone was conversational, more relaxed.

"What did you wish to see me about?"

Margaery had prepared herself for this moment and straightened up. "Is it true you intend to punish the Westerlings the same way?"

The glare was back. "Of course; they have failed me too, betrayed me and their daughter still keeps to her sham marriage to those filthy beasts. They are more than likely still aiding him too, they deserve just as much as the Frey's."

"How unfortunate, and a terrible risk." She stated.

She saw him tense, saw the look in his eyes, as he lifted his gaze from the crossbow to her. She hide her smirk, keeping her face blank, she had him now. She just needed to lay the groundwork here and then do the rest in the throne room.

Joffrey stepped around the table, abandoning the crossbow, and stopped in front of her.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked. "What do you mean by 'a terrible risk'?"

Margaery shook her head slowly. "Many of those loyal to you, have improved their opinions by what you did to the Frey's. Some lords who were planning to defect have changed their minds. Kill the Westerlings the same way, you'll undo all that, in fact, more will probably turn against you."

He tensed again, glaring furiously. "So, what, are you saying I should let them get away with it?!"

"Of course not." She replied calmly. "Rather, execute one of them as a warning to the rest; that should keep everyone in line, without undoing everything you've worked for."

Joffrey pondered her words for a moment, his sadistic desires to harm others combating what he knew was a necessity to keeping things in check and ensuring there would be no further betrayals. He was growing tired of all the malcontents who failed to see him as the true King after all. Finally he made up his mind.

"There is wisdom in what you say, very well; only one shall die. I shall see to it at once." He replied.

Margaery smiled and politely excused herself, Joffrey let her go and she left. Once alone her smile became a smirk; the first part was done, now onto the second.

The throne room was set up exactly like before; many of the people gathered were whispering, wondering at the situation. Under heavy guard and kneeling on the floor before the throne was the surviving members of House Westerling; Gawen; Sybell; Eleyna and Rollam. Raynald was already known to be dead and Jeyne was still with the Starks.

"Much like the Freys, you have failed me and lied about it." Joffrey was saying to them. "You promised me you would ruin Robb Stark and provide the circumstances leading to his death, that your daughter would be married to him, only for this plot to succeed."

He paused and then added. "But instead, your daughter is still with him and he is still alive. You lied, failed and now it's clear you intend to betray me, you still serve the Starks."

At that Sybell suddenly spoke up. "That is not true Your Grace; our loyalty is to you, you know that. The Starks have taken Jeyne prisoner; please, you must rescue her."

"Must, you dare tell me I must do something." Joffrey snapped. "All of you are traitors in my eyes, you deserve death. However…I am not without mercy, let this be a warning to you; only one of you will die just now. But if I find out you are still aiding the Starks, there will be no mercy."

The room waited as the tension increased; now they knew what was to happen, those assembled could only wait and see who was to die.

Joffrey finally smirked and spoke.

"I see no reason for this to be dragged out. I have decided, the girl shall be executed."

There were gasps, Eleyna looked up sharply, tears in her eyes; the rest of the family was stunned. Margaery knew now was her moment.

"Your Grace; if I may talk to you quietly a moment." She said softly.

He turned to her and nodded. "Very well, wait a moment."

The guards stopped and did as they were told. Eleyna trembled as her family remained separated from her by guards.

Joffrey stepped closer to Margaery. "What is it?"

Margaery glanced down at the Westerlings before speaking quietly, so only he could hear. "Killing the girl won't do any good; she is an innocent, just a child, she had no knowledge of the plot. Better you should kill the one behind the plot, that would get even more support from those that know about it."

Joffrey smirked at her words. "Hmmm, you're right; excellent."

He turned and went back to throne before calling out.

"Wait, I've changed my mind; a better idea has presented itself. One amongst them is truly guilty as they are the one who failed. Execute Lady Sybell Spicer, now."

Margaery watched as Sybell was dragged out to execution at once; on Joffrey's instructions the rest of the Westerling family was to be sent back to the Crag, under heavy guard and watched carefully for any signs of treachery. As she left the throne room Margaery smirked, once again the plan was going well, she had worked her way into Joffrey's confidence, it wouldn't be long now before the plan her family had worked on together since Renly's death could finally succeed.


End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

Okay, this was tricky to type as GRRM hasn't done a Margaery POV so I was going by what I know from other characters impressions of her, hope it looks okay.