Anastasia walked back to her rooms she had not visited them since the day her father died, they had moved out whatever minor lady or lord they'd been surrendered to. Anastasia flopped down on her bed throwing her arm over her eyes it was going to be a long day, it wasn't even midday yet. She had one more appointment before she visited Lord Tywin again. Margery Tyrell was brought to Anastasia's rooms the young woman was beautiful a real rose. Anastasia sat at her small table which looked out at the city from the balcony, it was a good position too far for an archer to get a good shot and the ledge was well hidden if in need of a quick getaway. As Margery entered she held herself like a lady but dressed in an almost whorish manner, everything that needed to be covered was but the fabric was light and in the right lights see-through. "Do sit and join me for tea." Anastasia welcomed her.

Margery sat down across from Anastasia and smiled prettily at her. Anastasia could see straight though the little girl's charade, she thought Anastasia had a man's preference. "Do excuse me, my lady but why am I here?"

Anastasia poured herself and Margery a cup of tea. "You and I both know quite well that I am no lady and Margery you need not fear I am not inclined as your sweet brother is to my own gender, I have sampled the honey but found I much prefer to be really fucked by a man than just play with a woman, not that I doubt for a second that you wouldn't use that pretty little figure of yours to save your life, after all women don't usually break maidenhead's and so you could keep pretending to be the perfect pretty little rose when you find your next husband."

Margery Tyrell laughed, pretending to be shocked. "Why my lady you do have a sense of humour, why would my life be in danger?"

"You're a Tyrell that has found herself wedded to not one but two kings in this war and yet still remain a virgin, young, pretty, powerful and pure ready to be married off again to the victor. So obviously you have some brains behind that perfect, innocent little lady façade or you have smart people around you, pushing you to better their lives either way, the people have come to love. You were a traitor's wife and now are the queen to be. I could find someone like that very useful."

"I am faithful to the Lannisters, I am to be joined with Joffrey by marriage and solidify Baratheon-Tyrell ties." The girl sipped her tea uncomfortably.

Anastasia's hand flashed out and court Margery's she softly massaged the girl's smooth skin. "You don't need to be afraid Margery; the Lannisters are finished and have no power to seek retribution you left Renly before he was even cold and the two of you had been wedded, all I'm asking is that you leave Joffrey, what do you really owe the Lannisters you have not been wedded to them yet and therefore there are no concrete ties between you two, basically nothing compared to the last king you abandoned." Anastasia's fingers pressed a little harder into the Tyrell's skin. "All I want you to do Margery is to come with me and at dusk and stand out on the balcony , looking down at the people of this city who will have gathered and tell them that you are fine and so are they in the hands of Anastasia Drackest hand of the king."

The girl looked around hesitantly. "I don't know would that not be treason?"

"Treason is to defy the orders of the ruler is it not?"

"Yes, my lady."

"And the ruler of King's Landing is whoever holds the red keep, isn't it?"

"Yes my lady."

"And whoever holds the red keep resides in it if I'm not mistaken."

"Yes, my lady."

"Then is it treason? For I reside in the red keep, I hold the red keep and therefore I am the ruler of King's Landing, which means that to defy my orders is treason, so therefore to follow is not." Anastasia smiled. "Understood?"

"Yes my lady, but I will need to consult my grandmother." The girl stood.

Anastasia shot her hand out and grabbed the girl by her wrist. "I do not admit to womanly things much but sometimes I am taken aback by romantic gestures. I guess it is a show of my gender but I must say that the heroic actions of Joffrey while we stormed the castle was an attest to some great character, I mean sparing his betrothed the pain of being persecuted and hurt by his enemies. He slit her throat and planned to take his own life as well so they could both be with the seven together, it was unfortunate that the young king misread the objective of his attackers for they posed no harm to his beloved rose and his grand gesture of love was pointless for now he is stuck with the living and her with the dead, a young beauty taken too soon." Anastasia managed to put tears in her eyes as she spoke and Margery looked horrified. "I do find roses are beautiful at all points in their lives from first budding to wilting, it makes me almost sad when they are cut down in their prime although they are at their most beautiful then, they leave so much to be desired, a real shame when they are pruned so early." Anastasia's hand slipped so that she was just holding Margery's fingers. "Obviously you are not the brains of the Tyrell operation, take my proposal to your grandmother, but come dusk you will be on that balcony and will greet the people of King's Landing either as their beloved or dearly departed Margery. Think on it some my dear the Tyrell's could be a great ally of mine or their fine bloom could be taken by one bad summer." Anastasia brought the young girl's fingers to her lips and kissed them. Anastasia let Margery go and the girl almost ran from her.