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A Storm of Fairies

Chapter 8: Wendy

Wendy sat in the small council room with some new eyes staring her down. The Lord of Highgarden and Paramount of the Reach, Mace Tyrell, was staring at her quizzically. Like he was questioning why the hell this little blue haired girl was even here. Wendy just smiled at the portly man in the overextravegent yellow clothing and looked over to Lord Tywin at the head of the council table.

"How goes the war Lord Tywin?" she asked.

"You were right." he stated almost with a slight amount of jealousy in his voice, "Rob Stark is apparently taking the bait. He is ignoring Harrenhal and moving straight into the westerlands. We plan to cut off his route of escape and crush his army from behind."

Wendy smirked at him, "and you doubted me my Lord?"

"If I may interrupt, why the hell is she here? She is a child?" asked Mace Tyrell.

"She is here because she is a Lannister, Lord Tyrell. That and she helped defend this city until our arrival, prevented Eddard Stark from taking the throne by force, and is currently masterminding the plan to destroy Robb Stark's army once and for all. Meanwhile you have sat on your ass and watched the war unfold around you."

Mace Tyrell took the tongue lashing as a sign to shut up. Wendy observed the newcomer carefully. He was obviously a caring man, he doted upon his children and his children loved him greatly. But he was as dull as a hammer when it came to politics and war. Wendy assumed that the only reason he even sat on the Small Council was because he used it as a condition to join Tywin's army and break the siege of King's Landing. A plan that this man could not possibly had come up with. Wendy knew who did.

Lady Olenna Tyrell. The mother to Mace Tyrell, and the matriarch of the Tyrell family. Wendy had no doubts that it was her intelligence behind the masterful political moves by the Tyrell family. Get on the small council, check. Marry off Margaery Tyrell to Joffrey and become connected to the royal line, double check. Avoid Ser Loras from marrying Cersei, triple check. The old woman was good, really good. Wendy made a mental note not to cross her anytime soon. That would be like poking an already hungry bear. Those who were usually dumb enough to do that ended up dead.

"Lord Baelish," started Tywin when he saw Mace Tyrell back down, "How goes the business with the city treasury."

Littlefinger cringed a little, "Well, not good. The war is costing a tremendous amount of money. Pile that on with the debts King Robert accumulated and we may end up having to sell that Iron Chair to Braavos in order to pay it off." Tywin furrowed his brow at the smaller man. Wendy was enjoying every moment of this. If there was one man that actually made Littlefinger nervous, it was Tywin Lannister.

"And how do you plan on resolving this situation?" Tywin questioned with an unblinking stare at Littlefinger.

"I'm working on several solutions as we speak."

More like the political way of saying I have no idea what to do. Thought Wendy as she hid a smirk from Littlefinger.

"Very well." Tywin replied. Wendy could tell he came to same interpretation. "Get me a solution by tomorrow." Littlefinger's eyes widened then returned to normal very quickly. He pursed his lips with frustration.

"I'll do my best."

"No," growled Tywin, "You will do it." nothing more needed to be said. The message was clear. Fix the money situation or else.

"Anything else on the agenda for this council?" asked Tywin as he looked about the table.

"Ah yes, when are we wedding Joffrey and Margaery?" asked Mace Tyrell hesitantly.

"In two weeks. We still have to wait for the Lord of Dorne to get up here from his desert throne. Then it will begin." Tywin looked to Wendy and Tyrion. "Everyone may now leave except for you two."

The council bowed to the Hand and quickly exited. Tywin preferred to not waste time. He was a shark in politics and wasting time was like losing power to him. He looked at Tyrion.

"I guess I'll start with you."

"What did I do this time?" sighed Tyrion expecting a fierce scolding from his father.

"Nothing. I considered Wendy's suggestion to name you a captain of some soldiers and lead men into war." Tyrion's face lit up. He was really hoping to get away from his father, from this city, from the idiots here in general. "I'll allow it." Tyrion beamed, "on one condition." Tyrion's smile faded quickly. "You must marry Sansa Stark."

Silence permeated the air. The shouts of vendors from the markets in the city could be heard over the bustle of the castle it was so quiet. Tyrion was stunned. He would get his wish, but he had to marry Sansa! What!?

"What!?" asked Tyrion still having to regain his wits from the surprise proposition.

"Do I have to repeat myself." said Tywin coldly.

Tyrion shook his head, "No, just… just caught off guard is all." Tyrion had a slight frown.

"Let me be clear. You are not to be running around with whores anymore. You have a duty to this house. Jaimie can never marry, he is a member of the Kingsguard," stated Tywin with a twinge of anger in his voice, "So you are my one hope for any heirs at all. You are to conduct yourself as a Lannister should. I expect nothing less."

Before Tyrion could argue, Tywin dismissed him. Tyrion shut his mouth, looked to Wendy with a desperate gaze and waddled out.

"Now for you." Tywin stated as he retook his seat and stared at a standing Wendy. "What is your age again?"

"Um… I'm twelve now."

"Good, you are almost a woman now."

Wendy looked down at her chest. Then her expression sank.

I sure don't look like one…

"Wendy, you are a Lannister now. Both in name and allegiance. That name carries power and authority. I'm sure you know this?"

Wendy nodded.

"Then you should know that as a woman of this house you have certain responsibilities correct."

Wendy could almost hear it coming. She didn't like it. She didn't want to hear it, and internally she was cursing her advanced hearing because it couldn't be muffled.

"Yes I know, Lord Tywin."

Tywin nodded, "Good, I recently had series of letters and the like with Doran Martell the Prince of Dorn and Lord of that godforsaken desert. He is willing to give his allegiance in exchange for a way into the Lannister line. At the time I assumed he meant Cersei or Myrcella but he insisted upon you."

Oh no! NO! NO! NO!

"So, as part of our negotiations, he has agreed to side with us in the war in exchange for his brother Oberyn to marry you."

FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Wendy screamed mentally.

"Do you understand this?"

Wendy was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to think right now. Hell, she wasn't even thirteen yet and already she was promised to a man almost three times her age in Oberyn Martell. Wendy's face turned a sickly green at the thought. She did not see this coming when she took the Lannister name. Talk about a move that is now backfiring.

"Do you understand Wendy?" stated Tywin once again. Wendy snapped out of her thoughts. She didn't know what to do. She sure as hell did not want to follow Tywin's orders but at the same time to anger Tywin not only meant death for you but death for everyone you cared for. Her mind went to Carla, Sandor, and her friends in Fairy Tail if they were out there somewhere. She resigned herself, she wouldn't make it easy for Tywin though.

"Yes sir." she mumbled.

Tywin nodded not picking up on the disappointment and anger in Wendy's voice. Or he chose to ignore it. Wendy preferred to believe the latter. The man was far too perceptive not to notice those subtle tones of voice. "Good, now get going. You are still recovering and I'm sure that long meeting was not good for your body."

Wendy nodded, bowed, and made her way to the door. Once out of the door her head began to feel very light and her vision blurred dramatically. She stumbled and felt an arm catch her.

"Easy now. You almost took a tumble there Lady Wendy." Wendy shook off the dizziness and looked to see that it was Margaery Tyrell who caught her.

"Thank you Lady Margaery. I guess I've been pushing myself to hard." she winced as she felt some pain from her many recovering wounds.

"It's not a problem, and please it's just Margaery." Margaery rolled up her long sleeves on her blue dress and pushed back her long brown hair. She then looped Wendy's limp right arm over her shoulders, "Want a lift?"

"Yeah sure." Wendy replied weakly.

For being a pampered princess, Margaery was surprisingly fit. She didn't even break a sweat assisting Wendy up the flights of steps to her room. Margaery pushed open the heavy doors and led Wendy over to her bed where Wendy gingerly set herself down. She was sweating and panting hard. The wounds had taken it's toll on her small body, she was stupid to attend a small council meeting in this state.

Margaery called for water and some cold towels and the servants rushed off then returned in minutes. Margaery then pulled up a chair beside Wendy and made her sip some of the cold water. Wendy's face got some color back as she drank the refreshing liquid and felt the cool towel being dabbed on her feverish forehead.

"You don't have to do this." stated Wendy as she winced at fresh spasms of pain.

"Just because I don't have to doesn't mean I don't want to." replied Margaery as she continued Treating Wendy. She looked to Wendy's side and saw a red stain on her green dress. "C'mon let's get that off and get some new bandages on." Margaery helped Wendy to her feet and unbuttoned her ruined green dress. She then carefully removed the bandages and gasped at what she saw. She knew the girl was gravely wounded in battle, but she didn't think it was to this severe of an extent. Scars and punctures riddled Wendy's back. A deep slash that was still stitch together was on her left shoulder and her right side was bleeding fresh blood from an opened scar. Margaery gingerly applied new bandages after wiping the wounds clean and then helped Wendy into some simple robes.

"More comfortable?"

Wendy laughed a little, "You have no idea." she replied as she lay back down on her bed. But a question was nagging her mind, "Why are you doing this?"

"Can't I help a future family member?" replied Margaery innocently. Wendy gave her a wary stare.

"I've been in King's Landing long enough to know that there is no such thing as helping family, Margaery. What is it that you want?"

Margaery's innocent smile was replaced by shocked look. Then a small confident smirk appeared on her lips. She had been found out that quickly.

"I want your friendship Lady Wendy. Your name carries great weight in these halls and throughout the seven kingdoms. You are known as the people's champion as well as a benevolent leader. I think that becoming allies in this dangerous city would benefit us both, no?" Margaery said as she looked at Wendy from her chair.

"So you want a safety net in case your grandmother's brilliant scheme fails." Wendy snidely replied. Now Margaery was truly shocked.

"How could you possibly have know that it was my Grandmother's plan and not my father's."

"Have you met your father?"

Margaery's face flushed a little but then she considered the point and nodded her head, "Fair point. But I want to know if you accept my friendship or not."

Wendy looked up at the ceiling. There was always a catch, always a snag that could entangle and swallow you whole. "The catch?" she asked.

"What catch?"

"Don't you know already that I'm not an idiot Margaery. There is always a catch, what is it?"

Margaery bit her lip, "Marry my brother Loras."

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! AGAIN WITH THE MARRIAGE! Wendy huffed but then she thought of something. This was unofficial. She was already promised to Prince Oberyn. A brilliant idea formed in her head. A way to destroy the whole alliance from within. Get the three families to eat each other all over little old her. The Tyrells are too proud to not have their way, the Martells do not take slights kindly, and her Lannister "family" would be caught in the middle. Glorious, Wendy turned back to Margaery.

"I hear he is very handsome."

Margaery raised an eyebrow, "Is that a yes?"

Wendy had to phrase this carefully, "It's a maybe. You'd have to clear it with Lord Tywin first. He dictates those sort of things, unfortunately."

Margaery's cunning smile grew larger, "Indeed, this is good to hear." she dabbed Wendy's

forehead once more, "I'll fetch a maester to come look at you. I can only to a rudimentary job at best." she rose and began to walk out, "We'll chat soon, Lady Wendy." The door gently shut.

Wendy let out the breath she had been holding the whole time. That was a mistake as a fresh wave of pain wracked her body. Then a small, sophisticated voice pierced her ears.

"Wendy Marvell." snarled Carla from the bedpost. Wendy now began to nervously sweat.

"Hi Carla, I didn't know you were here."

Carla tapped her foot angrily at the end of the mattress. Her arms were crossed as she angrily glowered at Wendy.

"Marriage!?" she growled. Wendy's face paled. That tone, that tone had only been used once before… Wendy gulped. This was going to be bad.

And chapter done. Well, Wendy almost had her head pulled out of this mess. But she dove right back in didn't she. Although now she is trying to destroy the Lannisters from the inside. So she has a better goal now. And what do you guys think, will she end up with Oberyn or Loras…. Either is not a good option for her. That makes it all the more fun to write. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! Please rate, review, and as always, have a nice day.