A/N Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)
Margaery saw her sister Rosemary leaving the royal sept and walked to her. "Rosemary."
"Oh." Rosemary exclaimed startled. "Sister."
"Were you praying?" Margaery asked curiously.
Rosemary nodded. "Yes."
"What for?"
"Oh. Many things."
"Really? Tell me, how is everything with Tyrion? I know we haven't spoken a lot lately..."
"Eveything is fine." Rosemary said hastily.
"Is it?" Margaery frowned.
Rosemary took a deep breath. "Let's go to your chambers."
Margaery assented and they walked inside the Maidenvault. There Rosemary told her sister she wasn't still pregnant and how she had dreamed about Robb Stark the night before.
"Really?" Margaery said amused. "Well, he's handsome, that's for sure..."
"I woke up and kissed Tyrion thinking I was kissing Robb! Can't you see how wrong that is? I love my husband, I'm happy with him, why would I dream that?! Who cares if he's handsome? Our brothers are handsome and I don't dream that kind of dreams about them."
"Well, Robb is not our brother. You were comforting him yesterday, were you not? Telling him things would be all right, trying to soothe that sadness that seems to be stuck on his face all the time. I imagine that wife he has is a bit useless. He didn't even bring her to King's Landing..."
"He didn't marry her for love or some kind of allegiance between families. He told me it was his fault. She was treating his wounds and comforting him and he end up taking her maidenhead... To preserve her honor he married her the next morning."
"Really? I'd say that girl is very clever... And he was very stupid... Luckily for you, dear sister, Tyrion was asleep when you tended his wounds." Margaery chuckled amused.
"Oh. Tyrion would never do that. And I wouldn't allow it." Rosemary protested offended.
"So, what happens now?"
"Nothing. I will not speak to Robb Stark ever again and I'll avoid him. Hopefully he won't stay much longer in King's Landing after Sansa's wedding and my dreams will return to normal."
"What if they don't?"
"They will. I'll focus entirely on my Lord husband, I'll focus on getting pregnant from him... Perhaps I should speak to the new Grand Maester, Maester Gormon, our granduncle. Surely he knows how to help me. Maybe a potion that will help..." She remembered Tyrion's words to her. What if he was the one who couldn't conceive? If the problem was Tyrion's seed then no matter how much and how hard she tried, she would never carry a child. His child at least.
Margaery noticed her sister's worried face and asked her what was wrong. Rosemary told her her fears. "Oh, silly sister, you have been married for two weeks. Were you expecting to be with child already?"
"I could be. Lollys got pregnant in one day, didn't she? And two weeks ago, on my wedding night it was actually the perfect time to conceive. Don't they say that? The best time for a woman to conceive is the mean time between her bloods."
"You'll have many other times, don't worry. Mother and father were married for over six months before she carried Willas. And see how they have five children now. Garlan and Leonette married over a year ago and she's not with child yet. And there are so many other examples... Just relax, will you?"
Rosemary then told her about Tyrion's fear that he could be the faulty one.
"That would be too much ironic and sad... The lustful dwarf is unable to conceive a child? I don't think gods are that cruel..."
"I don't know..." Rosemary sighed deeply.
"You just have to relax, dear sister. Enjoy your time with Tyrion while you don't have children to take care of. Read books with him, sing songs to him, play the harp to him, make love to him. Everyone knows that he would take you everywhere he goes if he could. He already put you in the small council ruling by his side, he sleeps with you every night and doesn't want you two to have separate rooms, he has his meals with you, he takes you for walks in the gardens, he gives you jewels, silks... and he makes sure you have everything you need and also what you don't think you need but you do... He's gentle, kind... I've seen how he looks at you, how he speaks to you, how he talks about you... He loves you and he's not afraid of showing it."
Rosemary threw herself on the bed. "I know all that. And you know I feel the same way about him. It's just that... I know he wants children. He wants an heir and he wants sons and daughters, so he can give them the love he never had. I want that too. I want him happy."
"Again, you have all the time for that. The less you think about it, the sooner it will happen."
"Probably you're right. I'm just overthinking it. Anyway, I'm going to see Maester Gormon. It won't do any harm."
On her way to meet Grand Maester Gormon Rosemary stopped when she heard Tyrion's voice.
"You don't really understand, Bronn. She's all I have now. I have no family, who knows where my traitor brother is, so apart from Tommen, all I have is her. That is why I am bound to the Tyrells for life. They can put Mace Tyrell in the Iron Throne for all I care. As long as Tommen is spared, I don't care. I don't care anymore. I'm tired of this, tired of these wars. Sometimes I wish some Targaryen to rise from the dead and take the throne."
Bronn chuckled amused. "You are the Lord Regent, you know that...?"
"I know." Tyrion sighed tired. "Oh." He suddenly remembered his duties. "Myrcella. I also have her."
"The girl is returning?" Bronn frowned.
"Yes, because Oberyn slayed Joffrey and Cersei and my father and my uncle, Prince Doran Martell is sending Myrcella back to us as an act of good faith. He claims he had no idea his brother would do this. It's probably true but what would everyone say if we did nothing? If I did nothing? The King murdered, the Queen Regent, the Hand of the King and the Master of Laws? All murdered? And all of them Lannisters? It's high treason. What message would this send to our enemies if it remained unpunished? Once I have Myrcella here safely with me, I have no other option but to attack Dorne. I'd rather have the North sorted before that but..." He sighed again. "And Stannis. Mace Tyrell wants to attack Stannis first. To finish him for good. I'm tired, have I said that? Well, I say it again. I'm tired."
"I can tell that. Maybe your lady wife can relax you a bit?" Bronn smiled mischievously.
Tyrion didn't even notice the mocking tone. "She can. She's the only reason I still endure all this."
"Let me ask you this, did you ever love Shae?"
Tyrion stared at Bronn without understanding if he was mocking him or not.
"Did you?" Bronn repeated.
"Love is what I feel for Rosemary. I know what love is now, not before. Let me tell you, if every single person could feel half the love I feel for her and be loved like I am loved by her, then we wouldn't be in war. Everyone would be happily fucking, kissing, having children, dancing, singing, drinking, eating, counting stars in the sky, smelling flowers and other stupid things alike."
Bronn laughed loudly and Tyrion shook his head. "I don't know why I still waste my time talking to you. Like you'd ever know what love is." He drank a bit of wine while Bronn kept laughing.
Rosemary started to walk again towards Maester Gormon's chambers. Tyrion's words had touched her. She was his love and all he had. Well, I cannot bring peace to the realm on my own but I can give him the family he wants.
"Maester?" Rosemary knocked on the half opened door. "It's me, Rosemary."
"Oh, you may enter, my dear Lady." A gentle voice spoke. "How may I help you?" He asked with a smile when she was inside the room.
"Grand Maester, I... I came to seek some counsel."
"Of course. What is troubling you, my sweet grandniece?"
"Well, I'm going to be honest and straightforward. I want to give my Lord husband a son as soon as possible. We have been trying since we got married, I had my blood yesterday so we haven't been successful so far, but we do keep trying. What I'd like to know is if there is something, a potion maybe, something that can help...?"
"I understand your worries, my Lady. There is not such potion, I mean, I can give you something to make you stronger, to improve your health but it's not going to make it happen quicker."
"But I am healthy, I have always been healthy. Not even chills or fevers... Grandmother Olenna says I even have good hips to carry and give birth to a child. Lord Tyrion fears it's his fault. That his seed is not strong enough to conceive a child..."
"My lady, you have been married for so such a little time... Not even a whole moon's turn. You just have to be more patient. As for Lord Tyrion, there's not much information regarding his condition, but the one existent suggests that a dwarf is capable of conceiving as any other man, his bones are defective and deformed, the rest of him is not."
"Are you sure, Maester?"
"We can never be sure, each man is a different case. An apparent healthy normal man may be unable to conceive whilst a dwarf has fathered many children. My advice to you is that you think less about it. When you least expect it you'll be with child."
She smiled. "I shall do that."
"But take this anyway." Maester Gormon stood up and took a flask from one if his cupboards.
Rosemary looked at him inquiring and he smiled. "To make you stronger. Lord Tyrion shall have it too. One drop every day."
"Thank you." She hugged her granduncle and left. "I'll see you in a moment in the Council, Grand Maester."
Rosemary then walked towards the Council Chambers. The Small Council was gathering and she knew Tyrion wanted her there. She had the cross the Red Keep from one side to the other, to go from the Grand Maester's apartments to the Council Chambers. Half her way there she saw Robb Stark. She tried to avoid him turning around, which caused confusion on her guards, but it was useless. He had seen her.
"Lady Rosemary." Robb called with a deep tone of voice.
"Lord Stark." She bowed slightly not wanting to look at him.
"I assume you're walking to the Council Chambers...?" He asked.
She nodded avoiding his stare.
"May I walk with you then, my lady?"
No, you cannot. No, I can't be rude. It's not his fault that I dreamed about him... Or maybe it is. If he just ignored me it would be for the best. I should have said that I was going someplace else... Oh this... Rosemary looked at the bottle on her hands and she took advantage of it. "I'm sorry, Lord Stark. I have to deliver this bottle somewhere else before I go to the Council. Please, forgive and excuse me."
Robb Stark bowed. "Of course. I'll see you there, my Lady."
She walked towards her chambers with her guards following her and Robb was left gazing at her till she disappeared from his sight.
