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Face Claim for Lady Sanira Tremaine: Caitlin Stasey.


Chapter Eleven: King Tommen.

"May the warrior grant him courage and protect him in these perilous time. May the Smith grant him strength so he may carry this heavily burden. May the crone who knows the fate of all men show him the path that he must walk and guide him through the dark places that lie ahead." The High Septon said holding the crown above Tommen's head.

The crown that had once belonged to his father, that had once belonged to his older brother and the crown that was now his. Never had Tommen thought that he would be in this position, he was but a child rarely and had never been taught now to be a King. His grandfather had quickly taken him under his wing upon the death of Joffrey, instructing Tommen on what would be expected of him now and reassuring him that he would be there to guide him through this.

"In the light of the Seven, I now proclaim you Tommen of the House Baratheon, first of his name, King of the Andals and the first men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms," the High Septon announced lowering the crown onto Tommen's golden hair. The crown having been resized to fit the boy that now was king, his reign could not have had a more difficult start especially considering the mess that he had inherited from his foolish, brute of an older brother.

Tommen did his best to hold his head high, his eyes looking over the gathering that had come together to watch him be crowned. He felt like an imposter, he would much rather be playing with his cats that at such an event; everyone looking at him trying to work out what sort of King that he might be.

"Long may he reign," the High Septon called stepping back from the Iron Throne, his words echoed by those who had come to witness Tommen's coronation. It was not as grand as the coronation that had taken place when Joffrey had been crowned, there had been more money and no wars then; the affair was a simple one even if his mother did force him into some of Joffrey's resized clothing to make him look kinglier.

Cheering filled the room as he stood, his eyes nervously casting around the room and Tommen wanted nothing more than this to be over. He didn't think he could rule, especially a Kingdom that was torn apart by war; there were whispers that he could not ignore that made his stomach turn when he thought of his own family.

A lump formed in his throat as his eyes caught on the beautiful Margaery, she looked lovely in her gown even if she was dressed in mourning. His brother's death would not be so easily forgotten especially when the trial of his murderer had yet to happen. For all the things that his uncle was, Tommen would never have believed that he was a murderer, although his mother swore it to be true.

Tyrion had always been his fun uncle, the man that made him laugh and smile especially when Joffrey was being so mean to him. He recalled how he had cried when Myrcella had been sent off to Dorne to marry a prince there, he had wept for his closest companion, and it was her letters that had kept him strong now. It was through Myrcella's letters that he learnt what was going on in the world outside of King's Landing, the world his mother had been attempting to shut him away from.

The whispers that all was not well and that they were losing the war, not winning it like his mother claimed to him, she wrote to him of the death of their cousin ordered by his own grandfather. Perhaps Joffrey's murder at his own wedding was the Gods way of making his family pay for what they had done to Sanira and her family at the Frey-Tully wedding.

Tommen seated himself uncomfortably on the throne, it poked him in places most uncomfortably as people started to approach him so that they might swear their allegiance to their new king. How had his father sat here for so many years, he did not know, he could barely remember his father's voice now nor how he had looked even though it had barely been three years since his passing.

So much had happened in that time, so much death and pain had been caused since then and Tommen wasn't sure that he was strong enough to pull the Seven Kingdoms back together again. Surely it would take a stronger man than him to do so, to fix the hurt that had been caused upon his father's death.


"It seems like a lifetime ago that we were leaving Aeredale," Sanira murmured approaching her brother, a sad smile on her face as she thought of the last time that she had seen her childhood home. It was hard to believe that it had only been three years ago that she had ridden out of the gates of Aeredale and through the small town around the keep before they made their way towards the Winterfell.

Aeredale was seated on the west of the North, just above the Neck and about a week's ride away from Torrhen's Square. They had been a fishing city for as long as the Tremaine's had held the lands, it had grown under their influence, and they provided quite a bit of supplies to the rest of the North. Aeredale had also created a small fleet of ships that were used to defend against the Ironborn especially when they had rebelled against the crown during Robert's reign.

"I miss him," Arthur admitted quietly, he thought of their father often now and he wished that he could ask him all the questions that had plagued him since he had become the new Lord of Aeredale. He wished that he could have waited a few more years before becoming a lord, learning the ropes, and gaining the confidence that their father had always seemed to have when he dealt with things.

"I think he would have been proud of us," Arthur continued softly, it hurt that his father was not here now that he had been taken from them by their own mother who had considered herself more Lannister than anything else. It was something that Arthur would never be able to forgive her for, the pain that she had caused by siding with her family over her own children and murdering their father.

"Elayne is pregnant," Arthur revealed quietly, it was still early in the pregnancy, but his wife was certain, and he did not want his sister to find out some other way that might hurt her. The loss of her last pregnancy was still a sore subject, he knew she grieved for the child that had been taken from her during the Frey attack. Sanira looked at her brother, a sad smile on her face seeing the uneasy he felt at sharing the news with her and she moved to give him a hug. There was nothing that he should feel sorry for, he had good news and that should be celebrated; she would not have him feeling sorry for her when he and Elayne had tried for so long to have children.

"I am sure my niece or nephew will be very spoiled," Sanira told him, she pulled back from her hug and gave him a reassuring smile trying to let him know that it was okay to be happy. The loss of her second child was always going to hurt, her little Ned Stark was gone but she refused to believe that he would be her last child.

Sanira could see it in her dreams, her children playing in the gardens of Winterfell snow covering the ground as they chucked snowballs at one another; Karlon helping a younger sister roll up a snowball to throw at their brother. Her training with her grandmother was going slow, it was hard, and scrying was not something that she was used to, but she did feel like they were making progress.

"Robb has sent news, he wishes for me to travel to the Eyrie and speak with his Aunt Lysa, it has been far too long that she sits on her seat and does nothing about this war," Sanira said holding out the letter that her husband had sent to her. It was not something that she had been prepared for, especially not when it came to speaking with a member of her husband's family. There had always been whispers that there was something not quite right with the Lady Arryn, her obsessive behaviour often setting her at odds with those around her. "

May the Gods help us, that woman is crazier than a bag of cats," Arthur muttered shaking his head, he knew that leaving Lysa to her own devices could backfire on them especially if she sided with the Lannisters. They did not need the Vale attacking them from behind as they gained ground in the South, it would not do especially when they had the element of surprise right now.

"When do we leave?" Arthur asked, there was no way in seven hells would he allow his sister to make such a journey on her own. Sanira was too valuable to lose even if she was now his Queen, he would ignore her orders to remain behind so that he could keep her safe. This war was far from over, there was still a chance that the Lannisters would learn they had been lied to and then they would have to deal with whatever plan Tywin came up with to get rid of them.


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