Chapter 15: Tommen's Coronation

I woke up on my floor as I see my hands covered in dried up blood while my brain pounded against my skull. I felt searing pain as I stood up. My knees are grazed with dried up blood as well. I heard a knock at my door, "Lady Lyra," Shailene called out in a sweet tone. The tone that I was used to ever since she started to become my handmaiden. I stood up straight away as I walked over to my mirror. I had a small cut still oozing with blood near my hair line. "Lady Lyra," she says. "May I come in?"

"The door is open," I called out. Shailene walks in and sees my face, grazed knees and my hands. "My god," she says. "What happened?"

"Lady Margaery had taken kindly to me," I said, sarcastically.

"It looked like she hurt you," Shailene adds. "May I get Maester Pycelle?"

"No, Shailene," I said.

"Lyra, the lady had hurt you," she adds.

"Look, Maester Pycelle will tell Cersei and Tywin then Tommen," I addeed. "I will deal with this. I will become Queen after all."

She sighed. "Just let me put something on your injuries." Shailene goes into my bedside table to find some bandages and ointment. She also gets me a hand towel and a bowl of water as I cleaned my hands. My hands stung in pain as the cold water hit my hands. "I'm sorry for getting involved." She bandages up my hands and my knees. "I just thought it was for the best to tell Cersei, Tywin and Tommen."

"I didn't need your opinion, Shailene," I added

"I understand," she says. "Please forgive me, my lady."

"You are forgiven," I said.

The coronation would take place mid morning immediately following a garden party in honour of Tommen becoming King. I arrived before the ladies and the lords arrived as I sat on the nearest chair near the Iron Throne. I heard the creak of the door as I saw Cersei Lannister walk in. "Your grace," I said, as I stood up. She walks towards me as I walked down towards her.

"There's no need for formalities, little dove," she says, in a sickly sweet tone. "You are to become Queen not I."

She pats my hair and feels my forehead cut. "Little dove, did someone attack you?"

"Ye-No," I answered.

Cersei looks into my eyes. "She attacked you, didn't she?" she asks. I knew who she was referring to - Lady Margaery. I nodded.

"She is forcing me to call off the betrothal," I said.

"I know," she adds. "That's why Tywin and I decided that the wedding will take place after Tyrion's trial. Tywin and I have also discussed extra guards for both you and Tommen. There is nothing to worry about, but she is still a threat to the crown."

I smiled. Cersei is beginning to grow on me. I knew that she likes me more than Margaery. "But I'm afraid that I wouldn't allow you into the trial. It will show bias between the Starks and Tyrion himself."

"That's alright," I added.

"Tywin and I will represent you and Tommen," she says.

Moments later, Tywin enters and the lords and the ladies enter as I stand with Tywin as I see Tommen gliding across the hall in long robes. The High Septon stands besides us. "May the Warrior grand him courage and protect him in these perilous times," the High Septon calls out. May the Smith grand 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 Seven, I now proclaim Tommen 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!"

"Long may he reign!" Everyone chanted. Everyone - lords and ladies bowed down towards Tommen as he sits on his new Throne. I notice Margaery Tyrell walk forward to greet him with open arms - or perhaps a kiss of some sort. "Lady Margaery," he says. "Of House Tyrell. I'm afraid I cannot accept your offer of becoming your betrothed to you as I'm already betrothed to Lady Lyra of House Stark, whom I love dearly." I blushed but then I heard some booing but mostly cheering. I realised that the people have finally realised how good a King Tommen will be both in the North and in the South.

"BUT LYRA'S A STARK," she shrieks. "SHE'S A TRAITOR TO THE CROWN!"

"You dare threaten the King," Tywin roars as he walks forward. "Don't talk any further or you'll lose your titles.

"Grandfather, please," Tommen speaks, calmly. He turns to Margaery. "It seems to me that House Tyrell in particular Lady Margaery are the threats to the Crown. And as I said to you, my lady in front of the lords and ladies I cannot and will not accept Lady Margaery's offer of marriage. I love Lady Lyra of House Stark dearly, whether she is a Stark or not. Lady Margaery needs to understand this."

I see Lady Olenna Tyrell nod as she walks towards us and drags Margaery away. "Please join the King to celebrate his coronation in the gardens," Tywin calls out calmly towards the lords and ladies.

I walked around the gardens with Shailene as I see Sera Flowers speaking with Margaery about something - maybe Mira Forrester. I knew that Margaery and Mira weren't on speaking terms as Mira associated herself with Cersei and Tyrion. I notice Mira Forrester standing outside the gardens looking sad. "Shailene," I said. "I must greet an old friend of mine. Please leave us be. Go and get some cake or wine."

"Of course, my lady," she says as she leaves me alone to talk with Mira. I walk towards Mira as she got up and greet me. "My lady," she says.

"There's no need for formalities, Mira," I said. "We have known each other since we were younger."

"Of course," Mira adds. "I'm sorry, Lyra. I haven't seen you since I arrived with my father and my brothers at Winterfell when you were five. But you've grown into a beautiful young lady that King Tommen adores. And now you are about to become Queen."

"Thank you for the complement, Mira," I added. "But I wondered why you are not in the festivities?"

"Margaery wouldn't allow me to go," she replies. "I need to see who is plotting against my family."

"Then I must invite you in," I added. "You are my guest. Do you want to come?"

She nods as I walked in with Mira. "What is she doing here?" Margaery shouts at Mira. "I didn't allow her to come."

"I invited her," I said. "She is my guest. She is the King's guest as well."

"She isn't your handmaiden," Margaery spat. "She's mine."

"But she's my friend that I have known for ages," I said.

"Margaery, please," Sera pleads.

"Fine," Margaery says. I smiled as Mira walks off to greet Lord Rickard Morgryn who I know from Cersei and Tywin is a prick. I notice him talking to someone - a Lannister most likely as I walk off to find Tommen and Cersei. I walk towards Cersei as she is talking with Tywin as I smiled towards Cersei who looked displeased by the fact that the Tyrells are still here. "Lady Lyra," Tywin called to me as I smiled to greet Tywin and Cersei. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," I added.

"My daughter tells me that Lady Margaery confronted you and hurt you," he says. "I want to have more guards are your chambers and also at Tommen's chambers. I also insist that the gold cloaks will be with you at all times. Is this alright for you, my lady? It is just to keep you and Tommen safe."

"It's fine," I replied.

"It's just until you and Tommen are married," he adds.

I suddenly heard an argument between Lyman Lannister - who I met briefly at Joffrey's and Margaery's wedding and Lord Andros - one of the merchants that work with the Whitehills to bring House Forrester down. Everyone turns around to see the fallout of the argument. Lyman Lannister leaves in a hurry as Andros walks over to Mira who is left defenseless. "Lady Mira," I called out as I stepped in. Andros looks like he was about to punch me. "Aren't you afraid of hurting a lady who is about to become Queen, Lord Andros?"

"You better watch it, my lady," he threatens.

"It's best not to threaten Tommen's betrothal, Andros," Cersei says. "She is innocent."

"You and those fucking Forresters are finished," he shouts towards Mira.

"Lord Andros," a voice calls out. I turned to see King Tommen. "Leave my garden coronation gathering at once!"

"Your betrothed needs to hold her tongue, your grace," Andros spats.

"She'll be queen, whereas you will still be a lord sucking to the Whitehills," he says. "She'll be your Queen. She'll say whatever she likes, Lord Andros."

Lord Andros stands taller and walks away swiftly. Tommen turns to Mira looking somewhat happy. "I'm sorry that he ruined this occasion for you, Lady Mira, but I know why Lyra defended you as well. Your house have lost so much with those blood hungry Whitehills and those Boltons. I decree that House Forrester will instead swear fealty to House Baratheon until House Stark takes back Winterfell from the barbaric Boltons."

I notice that Margaery looks on in angry, while Mira looks pleased. "I will write to my family, your grace of your kindest and generosity," she says. "Thank you, your grace."

Hey guys, another chapter is up. I will probably only update once a week for now on. I'm getting pretty busy now - I've got volunteer work that will start soon and also have started my course. Competitions for me are coming up next week so I highly doubt that I will update unless there is a miracle. I hope that you guys understand this. I hate completing in competitions as they are pretty stressful. And I also hate the club that I'm at. I want this to be public especially to all those who have felt hurt or depressed by their clubs. They are incredibly rude and immature. Every single one of them.

My club is like King's Landing - one of my teachers and two students are the Cerseis and the Joffreys. A few others are the Jamies. My mum and a couple of ladies are the Margaerys and the Olennas. Meanwhile I'm the Tommen of the bunch. That's how I describe my club. They believe that they are right but they are always completely and utterly wrong. I beg to everyone thinking about joining my Physie club - don't join. Join another club that's closest to the area - like my sister's club.

Anyway sorry for rambling. I hope you guys understand what I'm going through at the moment. Just remember to Fav/Review.