Chapter Eleven: Girls Just Want Pretty Things

Margaery's Point of View

We move into our new residence today. My dear brother still has no idea we are moving. He has not been home in a couple of days. I am not sure if Robb told him or not. Renly thought it was best if I moved in first to ease Loras into it.

I am very excited. We are staying at a different mansion with a different politician from a different country. His name is Illyrio. Until recently he was hosting the Targaryens. After Daenerys went to university he has had an empty nest. The Targaryens come and go as they like.

I am really unsure what country he represents now. I just know that he has agreed to let us stay with him right in the ambassador's mansion for his country. It's a lot different from the one Loras stayed in with the Lannisters, or so I have heard.

Renly took me over to see it yesterday. I will have my own room that is the exact proportions of my suite in our palace back home, but that's not what excited me. My closet for my clothes and shoes is double the size of the one I have back home, and my washroom has Jacuzzi.

Since we are living in luxury again we will get all our perks of royalty back, chauffeurs, stylists, publicist, public relation specialists, designers, security. Everything a little princess can ask for. I have even booked myself for fundraisers of my favorite charities. This weekend I will be reading to children at a hospital and giving the hospital a considerable donation, after that I am digging the first hole in a foundation of a house for homeless families, and then I will be training to run in a marathon for breast cancer.

I have not been able to do these things before because my dear brother wanted to live as civilians. Now I get to participate in all the wonderful things that my status can bring. I really want to open a scholarship program for girls who cannot afford to go to school, but I am not sure how to go about it. I must look into that.

"So Loras doesn't know you're moving?" Meera asks in the limo on the way to the mansion. She never got to see the one Loras stayed at when he was staying with the Lannisters. He never invited her.

"Nope. He is still with the Starks. Renly is going to tell him tonight."

I glance at Meera. I never thought she and I would be friends when I started at Winterfell last year, now she is one of my best friends. I have no idea what I would do without her.

"I think Robb is getting tired of having him around," says Sansa.

I am over Sansa, but when I think about her kissing my brother Willas I still get mad. It's not because of jealousy, but it's because I was never good enough nor will I ever be. Besides, Willas needs a woman not a girl.

"What makes you say that?" I ask.

"I just think he is tired of sharing his bed with Loras and tired of Loras drooling over him," Sansa says.

"Did Robb say something?"

"No. I can tell. He's my brother," Sansa says.

"I thought Robb loved Loras," I say.

"He does, he just doesn't want him around all the time," Meera says.

"I understand."

We are almost there. I am so happy to get to bring the girls to see my new room before the boys bring my stuff over. I plan to throw a slumber party this weekend. Maybe I can invite Bella the new girl. She is so pretty.

"Princess, we have arrived," says the driver.

We pull into a long drive way. A man opens the door for me and a woman shakes my hand. She is my new handler. She makes all my appointments and deals with the press for me. A camera flashes in my face. I should be used to that by now, but growing up my parents had a knack for keeping us out of the public eye.

"Princess Margaery, do you plan to continue your education now that you are taking an active role in politics?"

"Yes. I believe education is the foundation for a better life and I wouldn't dream of giving that up. No more questions."

Waiting when we walked through the door is the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen. He has silvery blond hair and deep purple eyes, my heart pounds just looking at him.

"Which of you ladies is Princess Margaery?" He asks. His voice is not disappointing.

"That would be me." I step forward and let him kiss my hand. I am reduced to a perpetual puddle right before him, and I try to fight back the urge to giggle. A boy has never done this to me before. I look over my shoulder at Sansa and Meera. They are hiding their smiles behind their hands.

"I am Aegon Targaryen."

"Do you live here?" I ask.

"Yes, my princess."

"But this is in our district. How come you don't go to our school?" Sansa asks.

"My schedule keeps me busy. I have tutors."

"What is it you do?" I ask.

"I do many things, princess. We have time to talk about it later. Who are your friends?"

"Sansa Stark," says Sansa allowing him to kiss her hand. She giggles.

His shoulder length silver waves fall in his face when he kneels over to greet Meera. He kisses her hand. When he stands up he pulls his hair back with a blue hair holder. His ponytail hangs low near his neck. I have never seen a more elegant boy in my whole life. Even the diamond in his right ear is elegant.

"Welcome, my lady Sansa, and my lady Meera. I am very pleased to have this honor of meeting you. I hope you will come around more. I would love to get to know both of you," Aegon says bowing before them like a prince from a foreign land.

"I have a boyfriend," Meera blurts out.

"Then I shall be jealous of him. He is a lucky man to have such a lovely woman on his arm. I hope he cherishes you like the treasure you are, my lady."

Aegon kisses her cheek sweetly. Meera turns as red as Sansa's hair.

"Alright, Princess, I see you have met our young master, please if you will your chamber maid will show you to your suite," says Illyrio.

The three of us sigh in sadness to be leaving the side of the most beautiful boy my eyes have ever be held. He escorts us to the elevators, bows, and then disappears. I watch him disappear as the elevator doors close.

"He was so dreamy," Meera says.

"You're dating my brother," says Sansa wearily.

"I know. I can look can't I?"

"Back off I saw him first," I say.

"You don't even like boys," Sansa says.

"I like some boys," I snap.

"Ladies, we have arrived. Princess, this is your floor."

"I get the whole floor to myself?" I ask.

"No, princess, Lady Daenerys has a suite at the end of this corridor. She is away at University right now, but I expect her home this weekend. I expect you know her. She went to Winterfell."

"Yes, I believe we met briefly," I say.

"Princess, this floor is yours to explore, the boys are right below you. The library is at the end of the boys' floor third room from the north stairs. You will find the kitchen hours tacked to your corkboard in your study along with emergency information and the phone numbers to reach any member of the staff you desire. The mansion is yours to explore. Your curfew is half past eleven on weekdays and midnight on weekends. You will not go anywhere without an escort for your own protection. Any guest you will wish to have will need to be written on a list and preapproved before permission can be given for them to be permitted to access the premises. These two ladies are on your list approved by your parents."

"Thank you, Ambassador," I say.

I curtsy the way I was taught. It comes as naturally to me as breathing does. I have a feeling I will have to put on my proper princess face from now on. I will have to assume the identity of the robotic elegant girl I was raised to be.

"Supper is at six; your designers and stylists will be up at five to prepare you."

"Thank you. You are much too kind to bring me into your home."

He bows to me and leaves. I sit down on the white satin couch and take off my shoes. I do not bother changing out of my uniform. I put my feet on the solid oak coffee table. Sansa and Meera sit down too. Sansa braids Meera's hair while we giggle about how gorgeous Aegon is.

"He's like chocolate," Meera says, sitting on the plush carpet in front of the couch while Sansa braids her hair.

"He's like strawberries dipped in whipped cream," Sansa says.

I giggle.

"You're both right. He's chocolate covered strawberries dipped in whipped cream," I add. The three of us giggle.

"Do you think Loras and Renly will get back together?" Meera asks.

"Yes. They're in love; they just need some time apart. Renly's right, my brother is not mature enough to be married just yet."

I paint my nails while I watch Sansa finish up the braid in Meera's hair. When they are done, Meera climbs on the couch and Sansa takes a photo of the three of us and texts it to Robb, Gendry, and Renly.

Robb: There are three pretty girls. I hope you're being good.

"Your brother is better than mine. Want to trade?" I ask Sansa.

"Not on your life," Sansa says.

I giggle.

"Meera, you're so lucky. Robb is so sweet. I bet he treats you like a queen."

"He does. He's the best boyfriend. He's so considerate. My mother adores him. Sometimes he's too considerate," Meera says picking up her phone and looking through photos of her and Robb and little Torrhen.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"He won't have sex with me. He promised he wouldn't pressure me and he hasn't, but I'd like for him to make a move. I feel like he's not interested in me that way. The thing is I think I'm ready."

"He wants to," Sansa says.

"How do you know?"

"He bought condoms."

Meera's face lights up like a Christmas tree.

"He has planned a date for this weekend. His father is going to some teacher seminar and his mother is going to visit her uncle and taking Bran and Rickon with him. Robb is trying to find a babysitter for Torrhen. Do you think he wants to have sex?" Meera asks.

"Sort of seems like it. He already paid me and Arya twenty bucks a piece to find a place to stay that night," Sansa says.

"Excuse me, ladies, am I interrupting?" asks Aegon when he leads in the stylists for dinner. He is carrying two envelopes in one hand and two snow white stuffed bears in the other. "Princess, to welcome you and your brother to the mansion I have decided to throw a ball this Saturday night. Lady Sansa and Lady Meera these are for you."

"Thank you, Aegon."

He bows and leaves after kissing everyone's right hand. He is princelier than my brother.

Sansa and Meera tear open the envelopes as soon as he leaves. They are formal invitations to the ball this Saturday. The invitation encourages them to bring dates. I have no idea who I am going to ask, maybe I will show up without a date and Aegon will have to ask me.

There is so much to do. I must have a dress made. I am thinking purple to match his eyes. It should be floor length and tight around the bosom but not so tight that I cannot move in it. This is going to be great. I must make a mental note to thank Renly for suggesting we move.

Hey guys, I actually have no idea if Aegon Targaryen is still alive. I am only on "A Feast for Crows" however; I did hear a rumor that he survived. I just loved the idea of him being the dark horse in line for the Iron Throne, someone with excellent claim and the son of the most beautiful man in all of Westeros. Anyways, I wanted to incorporate him into the story. I have no idea what Aegon's personality would be like so I am having a little fun with him.