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Here is my fist fiction on the GOT universe, mostly based on the series. English is not my mothertongue so please be kind and pardon my mistakes.

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Tyrion

He had never wanted to be Hand of the King, especially not to a mad King. His nephew was cruel and dangerous and his sister was no better. He loved his family because he had to but if he had a choice, he would take Myrcella, Tommen and maybe Jaime and sail to Essos as soon as possible. Even with a sea between them he was not sure it would be enough to protect them from the evils of his House.

If only that was the only problem. The Small Council was no better than the King. A group of greedy and manipulative men, all serving their own ambition. Grand Maester Pycelle was a lost cause, Tyrion was almost sure the old man would fulfill any crazy demands Cersei had. Littlefinger served only himself, he would always go to the winning side, the only thing there was to do was praying the Gods that they would remain the winning side. And finally, Varys, the eunnuch, he was an enigma. The spider said he served the realm but serving the realm could be interpreted in many different ways depending on the man who claimed to do so.

Tyrion had a plan. To get Pycelle out of the way, which would lessen his sister's power, and to get the most vulnerable member of his family to safety. He sent convocations to all three members of the Small Council and waited.

Pycelle was the first one, he sat him down in his solar in the Tower of the Hand. He had enjoyed hearing the old man's heavy breathing while he struggled to climb the many stairs that led to his appartments. It was the first thing the fool said when he arrived, complaining about the stairs.

"Grand Maester Pycelle," Tyrion said "I have an important matter to discuss with you. But first I must be sure the Queen won't hear about it."

"Well of course not my Lord Hand, I should be silent as the grave." Was the maester's response. His ability to lie would not seize to impress Tyrion.

"With the war coming, we will need new allies and, as you well know, the best way to form alliances is through matrimony."

"Matrimony? A wedding? But between whom?" Pycelle asked.

"I plan to betroth Princess Myrcella to Prince Doran Martell's son."

"The Princess shipped to Dorne? Are you sure my Lord?"

"Yes" Tyrion replied while leading him to the door. "But remember: the Queen cannot know."

The scene repeated itself with the other two :

"I plan to betroth Princess Myrcella to Theon Greyjoy." He said to Varys.

"I plan to betroth Princess Myrcella to Robin Arryn." Was what he told Lord Baelish.

The latter was harder to convince, he wanted something in return for negociating with Lysa Arryn. Tyrion promised him Harrenhal, he knew he had other real uses for Littlefinger and could give him the same price for those. Varys on the other hand did not buy it. Tyrion could see it on his face, but he did not protest.

Now, he only had to wait.

Varys

Varys was no fool. Or at least, he liked to think of himself as a smart advisor to the Crown. Theon Greyjoy did not make any sense for Princess Myrcella. Lord Tyrion loved his niece, he would not send her to an enemy who was twice her age and notorious for bedding every whore in Winterfell. Besides, Balon Greyjoy could never accept a Baratheon as a good daughter, he would sooner mount her pretty little head on a pike. Tyrion treated Myrcella as if she was his own, he would never send her to a dangerous place. So, he did not buy his explanation about bringing the boy to make Robb Stark stop the war with this betrothal. Besides, Theon Greyjoy had been raised by Ned Stark, he would not wed the sister of his killer.

There had to be another explaination, but, as often with the dwarf, he did not see it yet. It was refreshing to have such a competent Hand for once, even though, it was incredibly frustrating. For the first time in his long career he was not a step ahead of everyone, he was not the master of the game anymore. Tyrion Lannister was one to watch and he intended to do so.

He was interrupted in his thoughts by a small pull on his robe. One of his little birds had something to tell him. He looked around the corridor to make sure nobody saw them and bent over so that the boy could whisper in his ear.

"The old fool has gone to the Lioness."

That is when it hit him, Tyrion's plan.

Pycelle

When he got out of the Tower of the Hand, he nearly ran to the Queen's chamber. Or rather, he would have ran if his age allowed him to. The guard announced him and he entered the room. He found Queen Cersei sitting at her table, drinking wine and reading scrolls he had had delivered to her earlier.

"Grand Maester Pycelle, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I have news your Grace, of the utmost importance." The Maester said while trying to curtsy. "The Lord Hand, he just told me of his plans to betroth the Princess and send her to Dorne."

The cup the Queen was holding came crashing to the floor and the red liquid started to soak his shoes. He hated that he was never allowed to sit with the Queen, but serving House Lannister had always been beneficial to him so he put up with it. He knew that Lord Tywin would probably approve of him helping his daughter rather than the disgraceful son of the family. Besides, the Queen seemed to genuinely appreciate his talents.

"Who his she to marry?" The Queen asked with a trembling voice.

"Prince Doran's son, Trystane I believe."

"Out."

He was taken aback by the tone of her voice, he only delivered the news, he should not be treated that way, but he did as she bid him, and got back to his rooms. There, he found Lord Baelish waiting in the corridor.

"Have you heard the news about the Princess?"

"Yes, shipped of to Dorne, the Queen is not pleased with it." He stated.

He could swear Littlefinger's face shifted slightly before turning back to his normally slightly frightening smile.

"I got you one of the bests today." The young man whispered in his ear.

He opened the door of his chamber to find a dark-haired beauty naked on his bed.

Tyrion

The beginning of his plan went mostly as he expected. Pycelle told everything to his sister who later sent for him. She was mad at him but could not do anything about it unless she convinced Joffrey to intervene, but the boy hated his sister, so he did nothing. He then found Pycelle in his bed with a girl and had him arrested right then and there. He had brought Bronn as well as some clans men with him to frighten the old man further and now the Maester was rotting in a black cell. He then proceeded to send a letter to Dorne informing them of the proposal. He wanted to prepare a ship as soon as the Martells responded, but, before that, he had to explain the situation to his niece.

He went to the royal family's quarters accompanied by two guards who never left his side since he was named Hand. For once, Bronn was not with him, he liked the man but he sometimes lacked the common tact needed to address a twelve-year-old girl. Ser Arys of the Kingsguard informed him that the Princess and her little brother were playing in their private gardens.

Tyrion headed there but stopped in the gallery to look at his niece and nephew. They were playing with wooden boats in the fountain. Their septa was reading the holy scripture on a bench while watching over them with a warm smile. The septa frowned when Tommen sprayed water at his sister but the girl laughed, messed up his hair and pulled him into a hug. She loved her little brother, Tyrion could see that, he had often found them in Tommen's bed reading a bedtime story or in some hallway, Myrcella comforting her crying brother. It tore his heart to have to separate them but they had no choice. Tommen was the heir so he could not be sent away to safety but she could.

He closed the distance between himself and the septa. The children still had not noticed him. The holy woman saw him and bowed her head.

"Lord Hand, can I help you?"

"I need to talk to my niece alone, if you'd please."

The septa turned to the Prince and Princess.

"Children. The Lord Hand would like to talk to Myrcella. You can take your uncle to my solar, dear, it is a private place. Now, Tommen it is time for your lessons, come, come little prince." She said.

Myrcella smiled and kissed her uncle on the cheek before leading him to the septa's solar. As her politeness required she asked him if he wanted to drink or eat anything which he declined. She sat on the cushions of the window seat that had a view over the flower gardens. He took a chair and drew it closer to her before sitting on it. He was somewhat more nervous to talk to her than to Cersei.

Myrcella is good, he could hear his sister yell at him. On that she was right, Myrcella had the looks of her mother and would most certainly become a great beauty someday but she also had a gentle heart that was just between Jaime's and Tommen's, not too corruptible and not too naive. What he could see was also that at some point she could develop great wit like himself or his father. She was a mix of the best of the Lannister family.

"Mycella, I have something important to discuss with you." He started.

"Yes Uncle. What is it?"

"You know that as members of the royal family, you and Tommen have the duty of strengthening the Crown. Your brother is still too young but you will soon be a woman and I think it is time we start to plan your future."

"You wish me to marry, don't you?" she said with a small smile.

"Yes," he said proud of her quick thinking "most alliance are build threw marriage so yours and Tommen's partners will have to be chosen carefully. I have sent a raven to Dorne, I wish for you to marry Prince Doran Martell's son, Trystane."

"I thought the Martells hated us." She said in slight horror, "for what… for what Grand-Father did to Princess Elia in the Rebellion."

"It is right but Prince Doran is a smart and pacifist man, and you are not Tywin. Nobody could not love you. Of course we will have to wait for his response but I believe, you would be safer there than in King's Landing should either of your uncles attack the capital. And besides, they will treat you well if only to prove that they are better than us, that contrary to us, they don't hurt little girls in Dorne."

"I'm not a little girl anymore, I can't be now." she whispered.

"You're right, you can't be, and it breaks my heart to force you to do it."

"Don't worry, dear Uncle, I will do my duty, it is what I have been raised to do." She smiled. "The only thing that pains me is to leave Tommen behind. Will you promise to protect him from the King, Uncle?"

Tyrion noticed how she said "the King" and not "my brother". She was right, he would have to think of something for his nephew, to keep him safe both physically and psychologically. He smilled at her kindness and self-abnegation.

"I will, I promise. And you will be able to write to him often."

"Yes. Then I should start packing my belongings, I believe it will not take more than a few weeks for them to respond."

She curtsied and left the room. Tyrion remained alone for a little while wondering if he had just saved her life or made the biggest mistake of his life. He wondered if he would ever get a child of his own. Probably not. Which Lady in their right mind would agree to marry him let alone bed him. He was the little monster of Casterly Rock, the demon monkey. And yet, he longed for a child, one as gentle as the little girl he was sending to the other side of the continent.

Myrcella

She cried a little when she got back to her room. She had tried to be brave, to smile and nod and be polite as she had been taught when her Uncle talked to her. She knew he wanted what was best for her and he would never do anything to harm her. She had tried to be brave. But the truth was she was terrified. Terrified to leave Tommen behind, terrified of what Joffrey would do to him, terrified of what would happen to him in the war. Terrified of her mother also, terrified of her anger, terrified of what she would to to her uncle. And finally, terrified of the Martells, terrified of their rightful hatred of her family, terrified of her betrothed she had yet to meet. So she sobbed on her bed until sleep claimed her.

She woke up later that evening and composed herself. It could be far worse, she thought, and she did not want anybody in her family to see her as weak. Weakness could kill in the Lannister household. She got out of her room and asked one of her handmaidens if she knew where her brother was. Her servants knew when she was talking of her brother she was refering to Tommen, she would always call Joffrey "the King" or "his Grace" in public. The girl believed the Prince was in the solar waiting which made her heart ache a little, as always when she felt like she abandoned him. Their mother would soon have them called for dinner and she needed to talk to Tommen before. She thanked the girl and walked to the solar. She found her brother playing on the floor with his cat. She smiled at the familiar and touching scene, she would miss that.

"Tom." She said gently.

"Cella! where were you? I thought you only had to talk to Uncle Tyrion for a bit but you were gone so long. What did he want to tell you?" The boy of ten asked quickly.

"I know, I was in my room, I needed some time to think. I'm sorry I left you alone."

"It's alright, Ser Pounce was there." He said stroking the furry cat.

"Uncle Tyrion wanted to tell me that I will soon be sent to Dorne, I will marry the heir in a few years."

Tommen lifted his head quickly, he looked at her in shock. Then his eyes started to water and the tears fell down. His speech was not very coherent while he cried. What she could make out was that he did not want her to go, but he knew she had to and also that he would be brave for her. She kneeled beside him and threw her arms around his shoulders to hug him.

"It is going to be okay." She repeated again and again.

A small knock on the door indicated that the guard was coming to get them to dinner with their mother, the Queen. Myrcella got back up and helped Tommen to his feet. She dried his tears with her thumbs.

"Now, we don't want Mother or Joffrey to see that you cried do we?"

He nodded and tried to smile. But with his puffy red eyes, she knew their mother would notice. Not that she would say anything or care anyway. She took Tommen's hand and they walked to the Queen's solar. Luckily, Joffrey had decided to eat alone pretending to be busy with ruling the Kingdoms.

Myrcella could tell her mother was angry when she explained what would be her duties as a member of the royal family and the betrothed of the Martell heir in Dorne. She listened to her religiously, only nodding in agreement when necessary.

When they finished eating, a servant came to take Prince Tommen to bed but the Queen asked Myrcella to stay. As soon as the door closed, her mother cupped her face in her hands and told her:

"You are my little girl, my most precious daughter, a princess of the Seven Kingdoms. Do not let them hurt you, do not let yourself care for any of them do you understand?"

"Yes Mother." It was the only answer possible.

"Love is a weakness, love no one but your children, on that us women have no choice."

"Yes Mother."

"Should they harm you I will have them suffer, I will bring them to King's Landing and make them regret it, all of them, my sweet Lion."

"Yes Mother." She did not even bother to correct her, she was a stag not a lion.

Two weeks later, her uncle asked her to come to the Tower of the Hand. He had received a raven from Sunspear, the Martells agreed and looked forward to meeting her and welcoming her in their city. She was to leave in two days time.

Her dresses and belonging were already packed but she did not take much, only a few dresses as she would need lighter ones anyway, her lion necklace and the book Tyrion gave her on her last nameday. It was an illustrated copy of the legend of Aegon the conqueror and she adored the drawings of the two warrior Queens on their dragons.

On her way back to her room she stopped by Sansa Stark's. She knocked on her door and the red-haired young lady opened. She seemed surprised to find her here.

"Princess Myrcella." She curtsied. "Please come in."

Myrcella looked around the room. A vanity, a large bed, a sofa and a table with chairs, the room was richly decorated. The view was stunning too. But it was a prison, a beautiful gilded prison, Myrcella knew it.

"Lady Sansa, I've come to discuss some things with you."

"Please your Highness sit." Sansa invited her at the table.

"I will soon go to Dorne to be betrothed to Prince Tristane."

"Congratulations, Princess. This is wonderful news." The Lady said politely and Myrcella wondered if she really believed what she said but given Sansa's position, she imagined anything would look better than the Red Keep, so she chose to assume that the girl's comment was genuine.

"I will leave in two days, but there is something I would like to ask of you before."

"Anything, your Highness."

"Could you please make sure Joffrey doesn't torment Tommen too much." In front of Sansa's incredulous face she explained. "I saw what you did with the King's fool, you saved his life, you know how to manipulate him. I know your situation is difficult but could you please try to keep my brother safe, Sansa?"

"I will do as much as I can, Myrcella."

"I will try to write to you from Dorne. Good bye Sansa." She smiled and left the room.

Cersei

The Queen had hoped the Martells would decline Tyrion's offer. Yet she knew. Who would refuse to marry their heir to a Royal Princess? Certainly not Doran Martell. The idiot was a pacifist, he longed for a reconciliation between Dorne and the Crown. This betrothal was what he had waited for in the last seventeen years.

Her only daughter was sent off to Dorne. She had heard her brother's arguments. Myrcella would most likely be safer in Dorne than in King's Landing even though she would not admit it. But dornish people were savages, lustful and ill-mannered. She could never forgive the little demon. First he took her mother from her and now her daughter. She would not have it, somehow he would suffer, sooner rather than later, she was going to make sure of it.

On the day of her daughter's departure, she wished to dress in black as for a funeral but her ladies-in-waiting advised against it. It was a joyous event, the betrothal of a Princess. Cersei could only think of her own betrothal, that disaster years ago, and therefore let her ladies dress her in a blue and gold gown.

Her father had just return from King's Landing and was being acclaimed in the court yard of Casterly Rock. In the end, he had sided with Robert Baratheon and they had won. Her brother had killed the Mad King, Cersei always new her brother was brave and he would do what was best for the family, she loved him. Prince Rhaegar was dead, killed by the new King's hammer, his family slaughtered. That made her smile, it was an appropriate end to the woman who stole her rights. She should have been the one to marry Prince Rhaegar and now his wife had been raped and killed.

She did not know what to think of the new King. Rumors said that he was very handsome but that he mostly liked wine and women. Surely now, her father would convince him to release Jaime and she could be with her twin again.

That did not go as planned. Soon after her Father's return, he asked her to his office.

"You will marry the King, it has been decided with Jon Arryn, his Hand."

"What? Father no, you can't, I don't even know him, I've never met him." She protested.

"You are a Lannister and you will do as you're told."

That was the end of the conversation. The next day, with little time to prepare she was sent in a wheelhouse to King's Landing.

She recollected her spirits and left the room followed by her ladies. In the port, her sons the King and the Prince as well as the lords and ladies of the courts were biding safe travels to her daughter.

She heard Joffrey say that it was the only way she was ever going to be useful to him so she better do well. His behaviour bothered her slightly but he was her golden boy and the King so there was nothing to do about it.

Tommen on the other hand was crying and it made Myrcella cry as well. As soon as she was on the boat, Joffrey started insulting the younger Prince.

While the septon blessed the Princess and her journey, Cersei could see the tears of her daughter even in the distance. She turned to her brother and whispered to him.

"One day, I hope you love someone just as much as I love her, so that I can take her from you."

She turned and left.

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