Chapter 2: The Purple Wedding

Will got up lazily and was surprised to still find Bernadette still beside him. She looked so hot sleeping peacefully. He kissed her lips to wake her up.

"Good Morning my prince," she said with a smile forming on her lips.

"You were wonderful last night," replied Will.

"As were you, thank you for last night. I realize that it was just a one-night thing but I'll always think about it when you are gone."

"How long before mother needs you?"

"There is still time. She instructed me to get you ready. Why?"

"Then why don't you help me bathe."

"Of course my prince."

After fucking her mother's handmaiden in the bathing chambers for the second time Will got ready to attend his brother's wedding.

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The city was decorated like a newlywed bride. It seemed like no expense was spared. It amazed Will how a country just recovered from a war and a crown under debt could afford such luxury. The Tyrells were very rich indeed. The people, on the other hand, looked very poor as they passed the flea bottom on their way towards the Great Sept of Baelor.

Margaery looked stunning as she walked down the aisle towards Joffrey. Will was standing with his family which now, unfortunately, included Sansa Stark as well who looked like an angel and gave a tough competition to the bride even though she was dressed in a simple gown.

"We have a new queen," said Sansa after Joffrey kissed Margaery and the ceremony was over.

"Better her than you," replied Uncle Tyrion who seemed a bit lost today for some reason.

He saw Joffrey smiling with Margaery in his arms and waving at the crowd who was cheering for them and Will felt his old jealousy returning.

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"Great! Another meal. How much more left uncle?" asked Will.

"32," replied Tyrion already into his fourth drink. Something was surely bothering him.

Everyone was presenting gifts and now it was his turn. Knowing he will be humiliated just like Uncle Tyrion he got up and made his way towards the married couple.

"Brother, my queen please accept this gift from me. May the seven give you both happiness until the end of your days," said Will as the servants brought his gift which was a small sculpture of two couples and a heart in between them.

Will could sense the disgust on Joffrey's face and spoke up before Joff could insult him.

"This is from Qarth. It is believed in Qarth that it brings great luck to the married couple and their marriage is full of happiness. It is sacred and only made when one of The Thirteen gets married. However, they were happy to make it for the wedding of the King of Westeros."

"What a thoughtful gift. I love it very much," said Margaery with a big smile on her face.

"Yes it is a good gift. Thank you brother," said Joffrey.

With a sigh of relief, Will walked back towards his seat. 'What an idiot! I can't believe he bought that.' thought Will. The gift was something he got from the streets of Kings Landing after mother forced him to get a gift for Joffrey and Margaery.

"How much left?" he asked as he sat down.

"31"

"Fucking hell." he cursed.

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'Stop staring at her you pervert, she's your aunt now.' his brain shouted at him but to no avail. He was drunk enough to ignore all logical reasoning made by his brain. He didn't notice Joffrey making fun of singers or the magician's performance or any of the other ninety-nine entertainment, his eyes were only set at Sansa Stark. The only woman he wanted but couldn't have and somehow that made him want her even more. She was a child when he left but now she was almost a woman grown. He felt ashamed as he noticed how her breasts got bigger and her ass more desirable. The perfect shape. All he wanted was to rip her dress and fuck her right there on the table as everyone watched. How nice it would be to hear her scream his name over and over again like a prayer. His cock was so hard that he felt that it would tear out of his clothes.

He view was thankfully interrupted as Lady Olenna came to greet Sansa and as she went back to her seat he noticed that a stone from Sansa's necklace went missing. He had memorized every inch of her today, he was damn sure it was there a moment ago. Lady Olenna must have taken it but why would she do that. Something was definitely wrong. He could feel it.

He didn't care about the performance of the dwarfs for Joffrey or Joffrey and his Uncle Tyrion insulting each other. His eyes were fixed on Lady Olenna, carefully watching her every movement. Soon Margaery came to Tyrion's rescue and said it was time to cut the pie. He saw it. He saw Lady Olenna take the stone from Sansa's necklace and crush it into Joffrey's wine. He should shout, he should tell everyone but he hesitated and Joffrey drank the wine. What had he done? He saw Joffrey cough and fall on the ground holding his neck. He heard his mothers scream. What had he done?

As he was watching his brother's final moments, he began to think why had Lady Olenna Tyrell used Sansa to carry the poison, she could've easily carried it herself. 'Because she wants to use her as a scapegoat you idiot.' he realized and his eyes began searching for Sansa and saw her running with someone. No no no! If she escaped everyone would think of her as guilty and his mother would probably offer a reward for her head. What a brilliant plan! Sansa had more reason to kill Joffrey than anyone else.

He couldn't let anything happen to Sansa. He had to admit that he still had feelings for her. He began running after her with Ser Boros following him. They were able to catch up to them when they saw them getting on a boat.

"Stop them," he shouted and Ser Boros caught the man with Sansa and easily overpowered him.

"Don't kill him. We need him," he instructed and took a stone from the ground and hit him on the head making him fall unconscious.

"I wasn't… I wasn't..." started Sansa but couldn't complete what she wanted to say. She was shaking, realizing how this all looked.

"Not now," he told her as other soldiers came rushing towards them.

"Take her and keep her in a room completely guarded and put that man in the black cells," he ordered as he heard the ringing of the bells. His brother was dead.

"Listen. Tell nobody about the incident yet and Sansa is not to be moved to the cells under any circumstances." he ordered to the head of the guards and they accepted and took Sansa and her 'knight' away realizing that Will will now become the King.

"Ser Boros good job but I have one more important task for you. Take off your armor and take this boat to the ocean, there must be someone waiting for them. There's no way they could've made far enough on this boat with no food or water and this man might not be enough. Find out who it is. You will tell only me about what you find and utter no word about this to anyone else even the hand or the queen mother."

"Yes your grace," replied Boros and Will made his way towards the keep. What a day was this day turning out to be!

Once inside the red keep, he found out that his Uncle had been accused along with Sansa by mother and was in the black cells. He had to go and see him. Also, there was his coronation to be discussed but what concerned him the most was the Tyrells. Should he tell anyone what he saw? Will it lead to another war? There were a lot of thoughts running through his mind, so much to process. He was in the middle of his thoughts when he was called by mother to go and see his brother in Sept and to bid him farewell.

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He had hated Joffrey for as long as he could remember. For him, Joffrey was the personification of cruelty and madness but lying here with his eyes covered with fake ones he looked so innocent. He felt guilty. He felt guilty because he didn't feel sad. On the contrary, he was happy that his brother was dead. He could've saved him but he didn't. Did that make him an accomplice in the murder? Was he a kingslayer? Will Sansa and Tyrion give their life for his jealousy and hatred of his brother? Mother was silent too but she was sad, it was very evident from her wet cheeks.

"Your brother is dead." came the voice of grandfather, "Do you know what that means?"

"It means I'll be king." he replied.

"Yes, and what kind of king do you want to be?"

"The one who lives longer than a dog would be the first priority." he tried to joke but realized his mistake as soon as he saw his mother's face. "I mean a good king." he corrected himself.

"I'm sure you would be. You have the right temperament for it. But what makes a good king. What is the single most important quality of a good king."

"This is hardly the place or time." interrupted mother but grandfather didn't listen to her.

"Wisdom" he said having learned that answer when he was very young.

"Yesss! A good king must be wise. But what is wisdom? A house with fertile lands wants help against a house with a great navy that could one day oppose you. What do you do? Any experience in granaries, treasuries, shipyards or armies?"

"No." he replied realizing that there was so much for him to learn.

"Of course not. A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn't. That's why a wise king listens to the advice of his counselors until he comes of age but the wisest king continues to listen to them long afterward."

Will realized that his grandfather was trying to manipulate him but also that he needed his grandfather very much. He was a very learned and clever man.

"Your brother was not a wise king. Your brother was not a good king. If he had been, perhaps he'd still be alive. Now, as the king, you will have to marry. Do you understand why?"

"A king needs someone to rule with him. Someone who is by his side at all times." answered Will knowing that he was toying with grandfather.

"To further the family line." said grandfather while leading him towards the exit leaving mother alone.

"Do you know how that happens?"

"Yes grandfather, you don't have to explain the details. I'm not a kid. I am a man who has apparently seen more world than you."

"Fair enough."

At that point, Uncle Jaime entered the Sept and asked if I was okay to which I nodded.

"You are, you will be. I will see to that."

"I'm sure you will Uncle. I trust you, maybe more than anyone else." and with that, he exited the Sept with grandfather.

"Who is in your mind for me to marry?" he asked his grandfather.

"Margaery Tyrell." he replied as if it was obvious and alarms started in Will's mind.

"Joffrey's widow. Some people would say she is cursed after Renly and Joffrey."

"As long as you are not one of them it doesn't matter. Does it?"

"I don't trust the Tyrells. They were with Renly and quickly came to our side as soon as it suited them."

"As does everyone as soon as it suits them. You won't find anyone who will remain loyal to you and your family even when nobody is by your side only because you love each other."

"I think I might know someone like that." he said thinking of Sansa but he knew it was not possible. Not only was she accused of Joffrey's murder but she was also his aunt by marriage. Perhaps no one ever gets everything.

"Look at the city, what do you see?"

"People doing their jobs, children playing, I'm not sure what you're asking really."

"Half of these people would be dead by the time winter comes if our alliance with the Tyrells break. They have the grains and they also have the gold. You already know about the debt to the Iron Bank. The Iron Bank will have its due one way or the other. We need the Tyrells."

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He heard footsteps and he woke up immediately. He grabbed the dagger kept by his bedside and prepared for an attack.

"Who's there?" he asked loudly not for the attacker but for the guards outside.

Slowly the figure emerged from the shadows and it was Margaery Tyrell. How did she manage to look so good all the time?

"How did you manage to get past the Kingsgaurd?"

"Kingsgaurd" she mocked.

"I was not taking any visitors. I think it was made clear by the fact that I was sleeping."

"I'm not a visitor, Your Grace. Word has it I'm to be your bride."

"I've heard it too."

"Did you know that people in arranged marriages often never meet until their wedding day? Before we decide to spend our lives together, we ought to get to know one another. Don't you think?"

"That seems fair. We should also be honest with each other don't you think?"

"Of course your grace."

"Then tell me who sent you here, your grandmother?"

"No! I came here on my own will. Have I given you a reason to not to trust me?"

"No. I apologize. I had no right to blame you. It's been a tough couple of days. I have heard a lot about your grandmother, she seems like an incredible woman."

"She is. Though she is leaving for Highgarden soon."

"That's a pity, won't she be staying for the trial and our wedding."

"I'm afraid not."

"Well please tell her that I'd like to have a chat with her before she leaves if she agrees that is."

"She'd be honored I'm sure. It's getting late, I should go. May I come and visit you again?"

"I'd like that."

"All right then." she said smiling wider knowing that she did her job well and began to leave.

"Margaery!" she turned.

"Yes?"

"You look very beautiful."

"Thank you, your grace."

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"May the Warrior grant him courage and protect him in these perilous times. May the Smith grant him strength that he might bear this heavy burden And may the Crone, she that knows the fate of all men, show him the path he must walk and guide him through the dark places that lie ahead. In the light of the Seven, I now proclaim William of the House Baratheon First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. Long may he reign!" announced the high Septon as he placed the crown on my head.

"Long may he reign!" shouted the crowd.

I waved my hand and saw everyone clapping and cheering for me. This was what I wanted all my life. I knew clearly what I had to do next. As I sat on the Iron Throne I promised myself that I wouldn't be like Aerys, or Robert or Robb Stark or Joffrey or Stannis. I will not make the mistakes they did. I will not lose. I am William Baratheon and I will now play the Game Of Thrones.

End.

Next Chapter: The Laws of God and men.

Author's note:

That's the second chapter guys. I realize that the first paragraph was not very good but it was important for character development. Thanks to those who reviewed and read the story. To others please review and tell me what you think of it even if you hated some part of it or even the entire thing. It would hardly take a minute from you but it would help me a lot. It would also tell me that people are interested in my story. Any suggestions or pairing requests are also welcomed. So I guess I'll see you in the next chapter. Thanks for reading once again.