The last weeks went surprisingly well for Tyrion and Rebekah. Tyrion outsmarted Varys, Littlefinger and Maester Pycelle, the latter Cersei's spy. Lady Rebekah kept giving Joffrey crossbow lessons and practising her aim. The bruises Gregor Clegane had left on her were slowly fading, and with each day Rebekah reminded herself his was no longer a threat to her.

Even though she managed to befriend a few noble ladies, she kept missing her brothers. Dewan and her exchanged ravens, and alone his handwriting made her homesick. Apparently, everything was calm in Shadow Castle, but Rebekah had asked Dewan to keep the tourney a secret as long as possible. Her stepfather would know soon enough, she thought. Rebekah's younger brother was careful, trying to stay distant from Mycah, but Rebekah still feared for him. Dewan would only visit to watch the tourney.

-„Lady Rebekah." A cheerful voice announced Lady Kenna Rykker, one of the bearable ladies at court. Born in King's Landing, the brunette was used to intrigues and betrayal, yet she claimed to despise it. During their first meeting at a smaller feast, Kenna had shown interest in a friendship. Although Rebekah didn't trust her, she was happy enough to talk about more girly things. Kenna and Rebekah were in the same age, but Lady Rykker had the behaviour of a much younger girl, always giggling and caring about her beauty and the prospect of marriage.

-„Princess Myrcella is going to leave us today. I hope you join me during the farewell at the docks." The young woman asked excitedly. They spent the morning in the gardens, eating cakes and gossiping. It was a welcome distraction from her problems, Rebekah thought, so she nodded. "Of course. Princess Myrcella is a strong girl, she will probably find happiness in Dorne. Trystan Martell is known to be kind and intelligent." she mused. Kenna only blinked and grabbed another cake. "I'm just exited to see which lords and knights will be there as well. One of them could escort me back to the city, what do you think?" she asked and Rebekah chuckled. "They would be lucky men then."

Together, they walked down to the gate to join the members of the royal family.

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Princess Myrcella didn't cry when the ships left to Dorne. Her mother Cersei kept sending hateful glances towards Tyrion, accusing him for sending her daughter away.

King Joffrey lead the procession back to the Red Keep, followed by Lady Sansa, Prince Tommen and Queen Cersei escorted by the King's Guard. Tyrion wasn't far behind, only a few feet away from Rebekah and Kenna. Just like the other nobles, they felt the tension in the air as they walked through the streets of King's Landing, almost as heavy as the heat. Rebekah saw the faces of the people around them, the hunger and anger showing distinctively. A boy looked down to her, his cheeks sunken in and his eyes surrounded by dark circles. The sight of him shocked her.

„I'm scared." Kenna whispered, taking Rebekah's arm. „Don't be. We're almost there." Rebekah tried to comfort her. If she was honest, she needed the comfort as well.

-„Hail to the King!"
-„ King Joffrey!" some men shouted, interrupted with rough laughter. The street began to narrow, and Rebekah could see the hateful stares on them.

-„Please your Grace, we're hungry!"

Both women quickened their pace.

-„Rebekah!" Kenna whimpered. Rebekah couldn't see what happened in front of her, but she heard Joffrey's voice. „Kill them! Bring me his head!"

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„Bring the Prince back to the castle!" Tyrion commanded, and the guards reacted without hesitation. They pushed the boy away from the mob which was stoked up in its against the vicious King.

Joffrey's scream caused everything to blur in chaos and violence. Gold and Crimson Cloaks tried to protect the procession from the masses, wielding their swords aimlessly.

„Get out of here!" Tyrion screamed towards the men guarding Tommen. From his point of view, it was hard to overview the things happening around him. The high septon was teared apart from angry, wild people with their bare hands. Guards cut off limps and heads of the mostly unarmed mob. The sand under Tyrion's feet turned red.

Suddenly, a man showed up in front of Tyrion, snarling like an animal. „Devious little demon monkey!" he growled. Before Tyrion could react, a sword pierced the man's stomach, causing his tunic to turn red.

Bronn appeared behind the man „Back to the castle." He commanded, pushing Tyrion in the same direction than Tommen, Cersei and Joffrey and the other guards.

The chaos hadn't spared the entrance of the Red Keep. Maesters, soldiers, nobles, everyone pushed around in panic. Bronn had managed to get Tyrion into safety, who immediately regained his calm. The brat King kept yelling, commanding to kill everyone in this city. Without thinking, Bronn watched the crowd for red hair. When Tyrion catched sight of his meceneray looking around seeking for someone, the thought of Lady Rebekah stroke him. She was still out there. As well as Lady Sansa, one he could absolutely not forget.

Before he said something, Bronn said hastily: „I'll get the Lady.", turned around and left Tyrion standing in the yard, who watched the mercenary hurry away with surprise.

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„Kenna!" Rebekah yelled, dragging her friend behind her. She had no idea where she was heading, the only thing important was to get away from the mob. Hands tried to grab her, people screamed at her, her feet slipped on puddles of blood – her eyes followed the trails of red to the source and her stomach rebelled. Rebekah forced herself to go on, to turn away from the already dead knight. Kenna on the other hand screamed in shock stopping in her movement

-„Kenna, you can't help him, he's dead, HE IS DEAD!" Someone grabbed Kenna, a greyhaired men with tooth gaps. „Come pretty girl." He muttered, grinning disgustingly. Rebekah swirled around, hitting the man as fast as she could in his face. With surprise, he let Lady Rykker go, holding his bleeding nose.

The girl hurried in the other direction, and Rebekah tried desperately to gain orientation. To her right, a dozen men blocked the way towards the market stands, but Rebekah heard the sound of water. „The stream." Dirty, blueish brown water streamed from the Blackwater through the city, and now it cut Rebekah and Kenna's way. „Run!" Rebekah yelled, trying to escape to the left. Her dress entangled her legs, Kenna was too slow, and suddenly there was no way of escaping anymore.

Poor Rebekah never catches a break ;)

Thanks to Anna.B, jasminefiregreen, Sparky She-Demon, HermioneandMarcus and sassygirl9811 for the reviews, they were really inspiring this time!

Anna.B: Joffrey does not really care for her. Like Margaery, Rebekah manages to manipulate him and flatter him enough to avoid his cruelty. Which doesn't mean she'll always be safe from him ;) I love the idea with Loras, I'm happy someone likes him as well. All the Tyrells are going to play a role because I think Olenna, Margaery and Loras are great characters. Although I like Sansa as well (even if not much people do), she won't see Rebekah as friend. For Sansa, Rebekah clearly belongs to the enemy's side. The question about the riot is hopefully answered with this chapter ;) Thank you for taking the time for such a great review!

To those who want Oberyn Martell, I can't tell you yet how exactly he'll introduce himself. It will take some time but I promise he will appear and interact with Rebekah! The duel with the Mountain was terribly disturbing, even though I already knew what would happen :/
I find it interesting as well that you like how Rebekah is not a perfect wife. Most writers tend to make their OCs too perfect so I try to give mine some edge... Stubbornness and boldness for women are characteristics that we appreciate today but would certainly be despised in a medieval universe.

Have a nice day, xoxo & liebe Grüße