Game of Thrones: A Wolf Comes Home

Chapter 38 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Margaery

Margaery smiled to herself as she listened in. She was standing in a secret passage which ran from a niche in the corridor outside her chambers, to an unknown destination. She hadn't travelled the whole passage, just enough to get her where she wanted to go. She was standing in an area which allowed her to remain hidden, yet hear and see what was going on in the Small Council chambers. She was certain that Varys knew about this passage but was doubtful anyone else did. What she did know however was it was providing her the opportunity to eavesdrop and gather the information she needed in order to know when to act. What she heard interested her; matters were becoming desperate it would seem. The Starks had reclaimed their homeland and were rebuilding, before long the North and Riverlands would be back to full strength and most likely ready for a counterattack.

'Something like that would be problematic for our plans. We know for certain they wouldn't allow Joffrey to live.' She mused to herself. 'But what if…They surely wouldn't kill a helpless boy like Tommen, so maybe…'

She pondered her ideas carefully; coupling with the knowledge she already had regarding Joffrey and Tommen and the plans that were already set in place. As she listened she noted one part of information that concerned her; she'd have to inform her grandmother about it. Finally the meeting ended and as they began to leave, she slipped back up the passage.

Once at the end of the passage she looked out carefully, no one was around. She slipped out and began to casually walk towards her grandmother's chambers. Word had been brought to them about this meeting and they agreed for Margaery to spy on it and report back to her grandmother. She knocked on the door and entered, Olenna sat in a chair next to the bed, waiting for her.

"There you are." Olenna remarked shaking her head. "Those people must find talking a sport to be at it for so long. I almost fell asleep."

Margaery smiled lightly but then focused. "It appears matters are more serious than we thought Grandmother."

"How so?"

"The Starks have retaken the North; they are rebuilding. The Riverlands has shored up its defences; before long they'll have recovered their strength and will likely launch a counterattack." Margaery explained. "It would seem the Iron Islanders have been driven from the North, there are concerns they'll select us as new targets. In addition I've heard that Stannis Baratheon is dead."

Olenna shook her head. "Welcome news, if it weren't for the danger posed by his mad Queen and her Red Priestess."

Margaery nodded. "That's what Lord Tywin said; it would seem they are anxious to isolate the Starks and those loyal to them. Lord Baelish's mission to the Vale has been set for him to leave at midday."

There was silence for a while as Olenna considered her words carefully.

Finally, Olenna shook her head.

"We've discussed Littlefinger before, we agree he's a danger but now he's leaving. Yet you still concerned, why?"

She could see the look on her grandmother's face; she too still considered Littlefinger a danger despite him being sent away. She wanted to see if Margaery's reasoning was the same.

Margaery explained. "I believe that at least here; we could keep an eye on him, predict his plans. Out in the Vale, he'll have a free run and we won't know what he's doing next."

Olenna nodded satisfied. "Precisely. Then of course there is still the threat of Varys."

"And Queen Cersei." Margaery added. "She's becoming suspicious; but her view is clouded by jealousy and vanity."

Olenna smirked at that. "How could she not be? A new younger more beautiful Queen has come; nobody will care about the old one."

Margaery felt her face heat up and prayed she wasn't actually blushing. She needed this to be serious.

"I feel the north is a bigger threat than they know; for the Starks are growing in number." She said quickly. "I managed to sneak a look at a message Varys received; he hasn't informed any of the Small Council yet, but it seems Robb Stark's wife is with child."

Olenna pursed her lips. "Interesting; the Starks are growing in number and strength; we may have to take them more seriously. They could seriously upset our plans after all.

Margaery guessed now would be the time to voice her thoughts.

Before she could however her grandmother then asked another question.

"Any other word from the Starks; are they likely to attack any time soon?"

Margaery shook her head. "It is doubtful they will move until after the wedding."

Olenna blinked in surprise. "They'd a risk a wedding, what wedding?"

"I hear Robb Stark's younger brother is to be married." Margaery replied.

Olenna frowned at this. "The cripple; how…interesting; I wonder what kind of woman would be brave enough to marry someone like that."

"Apparently she is the daughter of the overlord of the Crannogs; her name is Meera Reed."

"Oh of course; it would be one of them wouldn't it?" Olenna remarked shaking her head. "Those Frog-eaters with their strange tastes. Well they've always had strong ties to the Starks; this will only make them stronger I guess. More worries for us, more chances for upsets to our plans."

Margaery pressed her advantage. "Actually Grandmother; maybe we should…head them off."

Olenna looked up at her, suspicious; Margaery explained. "We all know what Joffrey is like; if you ask me, his brother would be a better choice. The Starks are vengeful, but not without mercy; they'd kill Joffrey in an instant, but I doubt they would harm an innocent boy like Tommen."

Again silence as Olenna considered what had been said.

Olenna nodded and smiled lightly.

"I see; we can use Tommen to further our plans; certainly a lot more than with Joffrey. What you say has merit. I guess that means there is only one solution then."

Margaery nodded grimly. "Yes Grandmother; how should we do it?"

Olenna's smiled widened slightly. "I may have a few ideas, but we'll discuss them tomorrow. Oh, I had a feeling we might be having a discussion like this, so I took the liberty of leaving a little gift for you in your room, enjoy."

Margaery's eyes widened slightly at that; but she nodded and, after helping her grandmother to bed, left and returned to her chambers. She entered and spotted a small box on the table by her bed. She approached it and saw it was from her grandmother; she opened it and smirked when she saw the contents.

'Oh, how thoughtful Grandmother; and it isn't even my nameday.' She thought gleefully.

Her grandmother had just given her the perfect means to carry out the next step in their plan. All she had to do was pick the right moment, and Joffrey Baratheon would be dead.

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