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DISCLAIMER: The end of this chapter gets pretty smutty, so if you don't like to read Robb/Margaery getting it on, I recommend moving along when they're alone.
King's Landing was silent as dawn broke over the roofs of the capital city. Silent save for the diligent early-morning work of its' citizens; the bakers had risen early to fill the streets with a pleasant odor of bread, the smiths and their hammers could be heard ringing across the Street of Steel, and all across the city banners of a grey direwolf across a white field fluttered proudly in the gentle breeze coming in from the sea.
Robb Stark, the man who had claimed this city and the Iron Throne stood on the pavilion of the chambers that once belonged to Robert Baratheon, overlooking the city with great distaste. His father had died here, his sisters brutalized and now Arya was missing. The city might have been the city of Kings, but it would not be Robb's city. He was damned sure of that. Not in the state that it was. The Starks did not rule in red castles or cities that had as little law and order as a Dothraki horde.
The Wolf King exhaled deeply as a knock disturbed him from his brooding, he turned to enter the chambers from the outside as his betrothed entered the room with her father and brothers Loras and Garlan in tow.
"Your Grace," they chorused as they took an almost synchronized bow.
"My lords, my lady." Robb said, nodding to the Tyrells who would soon be his family by law, before giving Margaery one of their small, shared smiles that she returned in kind.
"It is-…it's-…I'm glad you are alright." Robb said to Margaery rather awkwardly, trying to find the words before her family. Garlan merely grinned and bowed his head while Loras rolled his eyes. Mace was absolutely delighted as Margaery's cheeks tinted slightly pink before she inclined her head.
"The feeling is mutual, Your Grace." She said with a smile, before flicking her eyes briefly to her father and widening them. Robb understood her meaning, they would speak later. He hadn't seen her since he'd marched out from Bitterbridge, and her companionship through this incredible transition was what he sorely wanted.
"Your Grace, may I present my father Mace Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden, Defender of the Marches and Robert Baratheon's own chosen Warden of the South. Father, Robb Stark, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the First Men and the Rhoynar, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." Ser Loras said proudly, causing Robb to grimace slightly before stepping forward to extend his hand.
"Lord Tyrell, it is my honor." Robb said with amiable smile.
"The honor is mine, Your Grace. My children have spoken of your honor and praised your character. It would be the highest praise-."
"Oh, Mace, do shut up." Came an old, wise voice from the door, causing all the Tyrells to turn at once.
"Grandmother!" Margaery exclaimed, rushing forward to greet the great Olenna Tyrell. Mace Tyrell visibly sagged at the sight of his mother.
"Come, come. There is no need for pleasantries and false fronts. We are to win a war together, are we not, King Robb?" Olenna stated, walking into the room after hugging Margaery warmly.
"Garlan, you're not eating enough." Olenna commented to her grandson, who chuckled and nodded.
"Leonette cannot control the cooks as well as you, grandmother."
"Of course not. And don't get me started on you, Loras. A haircut and a decent meal are sorely in order. Off with you boys, I wish to discuss things alone with the King and Margaery." Olenna declared, patting her grandsons on the back. They instantly obeyed with a bow of their heads to Robb. It was Mace who put up a momentary struggle, only to be silenced by a swift look from his mother.
"Aye, mother…" Mace said with a sigh, turning to join his sons.
"I love my boy greatly, but he is an oaf." Olenna said dismissively when the door closed behind Mace, leaving Robb alone with his betrothed and her grandmother.
"Oh don't look so frightened, Your Grace. Does my reputation scare you so?" Olenna chuckled, before Robb winced and bowed.
"I apologize, my lady. I was just rather surprised by what I just saw, if we are abandoning falsehoods. Though I am well aware it is you who controls Highgarden in Lord Mace's name." Robb said, gesturing for Olenna to sit down before the great oaken desk of Kings, he walked behind her chair to hold Margaery's hand for a moment before he himself assumed the seat that the Targaryen Kings had sat on for nearly three-hundred-years.
"Smart boy. Margaery told me you were." Olenna said with a half-nod of approval.
"And she told me you were smarter, my lady. So tell me what I can help you with." Robb smiled in return, leaning forward to clasp his hands across the leather inlay of the desk.
"I knew your grandfather, Lord Rickard, though not well." Olenna said, sitting back in her chair.
"I am told he was a man of honor. My brother Rickon was named for him. It is a pity I did not know him." Robb sighed, thinking again of how odd it was that he was the Lord of Winterfell. The Lord of Winterfell had always seemed like a great man to him, a strong man like his father. He did not feel strong enough to be on the Iron Throne, but kept on the face of the King.
"We want you and Margaery to be wed at once. Before you are crowned King." Olenna stated plainly, causing Robb to glance upward at Margaery who looked somewhat alarmed at what her grandmother had said. Robb merely smiled and leaned back in his chair for a moment before rising.
"How rude of me, I have not offered you anything to eat or drink. I am told you enjoy figs, my lady." Robb said, going to a table where he picked up a platter of fruit to offer Olenna himself. Olenna gave Robb a shrewd look before picking a fig from what he offered.
"I see my beloved granddaughter cannot hold her a tongue when she sees a handsome boy with pretty eyes."
"Grandmother!"
"Come, come, dear. It is no matter. At least you like this one. And from what I can tell he likes you as well." Olenna said in a rather bored tone before taking a bite of her fig.
"Which beggars the question, why would you not wish to marry at once?"
"Because there is still a war to be won, my lady. And I will not give cause for celebration until I am reunited with my Northmen. I have had no word from my generals or the envoy I sent to them. My new pact with the Tyrells has meant that I have broken an agreement with Lord Walder."
"That old ferret." Olenna said dismissively with a wave of her hand. "Pay him off, and marry his daughter to someone like-…"
"My uncle Edmure. To whom I have proposed this to via my envoy. The Freys will learn of my betrothal soon, either by my own men or by rumors. I intend to marry Margaery, have no doubt of that, my lady. But until Tywin Lannister is dead and the Seven Kingdoms is at peace. I cannot celebrate. Margaery will return to Highgarden with you and a force led by Loras to protect you while we clean up the North. If my Northern and River armies have heeded my word, then Tywin Lannister should be marching West. We have been seizing the castles of his bannermen, once in the West, my River lords will attack them from the rear while my Northmen engage them head-on. I intend to march tomorrow to meet them. When the Lannister army is fallen, we march North and retake my country for my Northern Lords. There is no other alternative."
"There is one thing you are forgetting, dear boy."
"What is that?"
"Dorne." Olenna said simply, causing Robb to furrow his brows before he sighed in realization.
"Myrcella Baratheon."
"She is betrothed to one of Doran's boys. And by Dornish custom, they could rise for her once you kill Joffrey. Tommen is already dead, how that dreadful tart could do that to her own boy I cannot fathom." Olenna said with a shiver and a shake of her head.
"What do you suggest?" Robb asked, earning a raised eyebrow from Olenna and Margaery both.
"Do not look shocked. I am not a Southerner, my most valued commander is Lady Dacey Mormont. And to deny that you both have innate political skill would be foolish. Westeros will change under my rule, and Margaery will rule beside me, not behind me." Robb said, leaning back in his chair.
"Good. Then you send a raven to Oberyn Martell, in whichever brothel he's hiding and offer him the lives of Tywin Lannister, Amory Loch and Gregor Clegane." Olenna said, her words slow and precise. It took Robb a moment to realize why those names were important.
"The murderers of Elia Martell and her children."
"Precisely. You are clever, Your Grace. You will do well on the Iron Throne. Send the raven."
"I will, my lady. I thank you for your counsel."
"As for the Royal Wedding, I believe that more can be done to cement the ties of House Tyrell and House Stark. Your sister Sansa, she is a beauty indeed and would flourish in Highgarden. My grandson Willas is his father's heir and everything his father is not. He would treat your sister well."
"Margaery has told me of Willas. And while I am sure he is indeed a good man, I promised my sister safety and to return home. He is…a bit old for her, is he not?"
"Old? He will inherit Highgarden and become your chief vassal when you have brought peace and married Margaery. Old has nothing to do with it. Neither does love or feelings, boy. Margaery did not marry that gilded stag Renly for love. What you feel for each other is a rarity in this world. Cherish it." Olenna declared
"Very well. Home…is under control of the Greyjoys. So it would be prudent for Sansa to follow you and Margaery to Highgarden where she can meet Willas and decide for herself. That is my offer."
"You're a hard bargainer, Your Grace, but very well. The Royal Wedding between you two will mark the dawn of a new age, I suggest you seize Casterly Rock for yourself and plunder it for all you can. Robert Baratheon has left this country in a steaming pile of debt that will bring ruin unto us if you do not pay it back. The Iron Bank will have their due."
"Good Gods…" Robb sighed, rubbing his face.
"Baelish has been very talkative in the cells of Highgarden. He hopes to earn a reprieve from you." Margaery informed her betrothed who looked up with a steely defiance in his eyes.
"No amount of words will save that worm. But thank you for the knowledge. I intend to be crowned today by the High Septon before the Great Lords of the army assembled here. They will swear me fealty and then we will march after King's Landing is secured by Lord Tarly, I am leaving him as Governor of the City until I return. I did not wish to be so brash as to name a Hand just yet." Robb said, earning a smile from Olenna.
"Wise. Very well, I take my leave of you, Your Grace." Olenna rose and nodded her head, before giving Margaery a look and making her way out.
"Hello." Robb said with a smile, causing Margaery to roll her eyes and walk around Robb's desk to embrace him.
"You are terrible in court…" Margaery said after a while, pulling back to wrap her hands around his neck.
"I thought I did pretty well for myself." Robb said with a look of mock outrage.
"Oh you're a very good warrior and a fine politician Robb Stark, but you cannot stare at me like you want to ravish me in front of my family!" she said, pushing his chest and walking away from him.
"I cannot help it, when you are so wonderfully beautiful. But of course, honor is-…what are you doing?" Robb asked as Margaery locked the door to the chambers.
"Giving us some alone time." Margaery said with a mischievous smile.
"Margaery-…really, I should be-."
"Robb Stark, if I am to be your wife, you will give me the opportunity to at least get to know you better." She grinned, walking forward to wrap her arms around his middle.
"But you know almost everything!" he laughed, kissing the tip of her nose as he moved his hands to her waist.
"No. Not everything. Like…have you ever lain with a woman?" she asked, causing her adorable, warrior wolf to turn red.
"I-..what? How co-…I don-…Margae-…I have-…" Robb spluttered, silencing as Margaery began to laugh.
"Be honest!"
"I-…once…only once, in Winterfell. I was…16 and Theon thought I needed to know- and Alys Royce was…it was stupid. I'm sorry…" Robb said with a deep feeling of shame overcoming him, he bowed his head, only to have his chin tilted up by Margaery.
"Robb. Don't look like you killed a child. You fucked another woman, it's not a big deal." Margaery laughed, causing Robb to furrow his brows.
"Yes…Robb Stark, I laid with another man once too. I was 16 as well…and I was caught up in the romance of it all, foolish as I was. Do you wish to call off our engagement now?" Margaery asked Robb with a challenging stare only to be met with a kiss.
"I am…incredibly relieved…" he laughed, before kissing her again "If we are to be equal in rule, I am…oddly glad that we are equal in this as well." Robb said with a shrug causing Margaery to shake her head.
"You are an odd man, Robb Stark." She declared before passionately kissing her wolf, forcing him to sit on the edge of his desk as Margaery pressed her slender but shapely figure against his body. Her hands curled into his hair she nibbled his bottom lip, only to once again meet his tongue with hers.
Robb's own hands were running along the curves of her body, before he gripped her in a swift motion and turned to have her sitting on the desk with her legs wrapped around his hips. Margaery moaned softly as Robb's lips traced down her jaw to her throat, his right hand curled in her thick, brown hair while his left hand squeezed her hip, before moving to cup her ass in desire.
Robb and Margaery both knew they were bordering on dangerous territory, but neither seemed to be thinking so clearly as Margaery hitched her dress and shift up around her waist before wrenching Robb's tunic off his now-muscular torso.
"Margaery-…" Robb moaned as his betrothed ran her hands down Robb's stomach to graze her nails across his hips, her lips were on his collarbone when she pulled away to look at him.
"Don't be honorable for once, Robb Stark. Enjoy this. I know I'm going to." She grinned, before pulling her gown over her head and tossing it aside with Robb's help. Robb himself merely went silent to admire Margaery's body. To him, she was perfect. His blue eyes roamed her body, before she roughly pulled his face up to continue kissing him.
"You have a lifetime to stare at me." She commanded in between kisses, only for Robb to growl and spontaneously pull her pelvis closer towards him, causing Margaery to gasp.
"Did Lady Alys teach you anything? Or am I going to have to whip my King into shape?" Margaery asked breathily as ground herself against Robb, her hand moving to tug at the strings of his breeches.
Robb grunted in response, moving to help Margaery with his breeches before lifting the pure white shift off her torso. The King and his future Queen saw each for the first time, sharing a silent moment of appreciation for one another, for the life they would share and the chemistry they had before Robb placed a gentle but calloused hand on one of Margaery's soft breasts. His own manhood leapt upward at the contact, straight into Margaery's waiting hand. Robb's body lurched as his betrothed slowly worked her hand on his manhood, bringing him pleasure he had not thought possible during these times of strife. Robb however was then overcome with a simple, primal desire to give Margaery what she was giving him.
He interrupted her movements so that he could kiss his way down her collarbone to her chest, cupping one of her breasts before taking the erect pink nipple into mouth almost reverently. Margaery groaned, her fingers curling into Robb's hair tightly as the Young Wolf pushed his lady to lie flat on her back on the desk of Kings while his lips moved down to her navel.
Margaery was glad that Robb was the type of King who did not like guards at his side, for she knew they were about to make noises that no-one should hear from their future monarchs, especially the long, slow groan that Robb unexpectedly solicited from her when his gentle and loving lips met her aroused womanhood suddenly. She squirmed off the table and pressed Robb's head further between her legs, not knowing what he was doing to her but certain that she did not want him to stop.
Robb himself was deeply detached from the war, the chaos and the fact he was King. He was just a man who wanted to be with this beautiful woman before him, and he wanted to continue making her make those sounds. His tongue ran along Margaery's dripping folds before sucking on her swollen red clit, causing Margaery to thrust her pelvis upwards into Robb's mouth. His hands caressed her thighs but held them apart firmly as he flicked his tongue repeatedly unto her sex.
Robb had only received this sort of treatment once in his life from Lady Alys Royce when she had put her mouth around his manhood. She had never told him or asked of him anything else. It was something he had wondered about until he experimented on Margaery. Judging on how Margaery was growing increasingly louder and wetter, Robb focused his lips on tongue on spots that seemed to force Margaery to gasp or shiver or press his head further down. His name was repeatedly coming from her lips until Margaery's body began to shake slightly and she pulled his head away by his hair as her eyes closed, her back arched and her toes curled. Robb sat back to rise and gaze at the panting Margaery with a smile. He wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm before Margaery Tyrell reached a weary hand to pull him down unto her.
"What-…what in God's names…was…that? Was that a Northern thing?" Margaery asked breathless as she planted soft kisses along Robb's jaw.
"I-…I don't know. I just wanted to try it with you. Did you like it?" he asked with a smile, causing Margaery to widen her eyes and shake her head.
"It was…indescribable my King. I hope that our marriage is filled with much more of that…" Margaery smiled, pecking his lips lightly.
"Without question." Robb grinned, causing Margaery to grin again before she rose from the table and stretched. She was weary from her orgasm, but she did not intend to let Robb leave without their making love. She forced her betrothed onto his ass on the desk before kneeling before him to grasp his manhood in one hand.
"I haven't done this before…so do not expect too much." She said with a wry smile as her hand lovingly moved across his length. Robb could not say anything, his head in a fog as Margaery wraped her lips around him. He forgot his own name as he groaned loudly. Alys Royce had actually slightly hurt Robb's cock, but Margaery was giving him the same treatment he had given her. Loving attention that had the Young Wolf curling his toes as Margaery's tongue ran down his staff.
"Oh no! Alright…we must stop…I…"
"Oh no, you're not going to finish before I've had you." Margaery declared, very much dominating the King as she rose to face him one more. Robb kissed her hungrily, his right hand connecting with the firm flesh of her ass causing her to wince and groan in desire.
"Come on." Margaery pulled Robb by his hand to the large four poster bed in the room, Robb lifted her in his strong arms to throw her in with a laugh. Margaery glared at Robb before laughing herself and throwing a pillow at him.
"Hurry up! You have a coronation to get to." She reminded him as he joined her on the bed and kissed her shoulder.
"Damn the coronation. This is far more important." Robb declared, forgetting that he was technically dishonoring both himself and Margaery.
"Make love to me, Robb Stark." Margaery said after the two had shared a long, loving kiss. Robb simply smiled and moved to hover above her, Margaery's hand found his cock and slowly she guided him to her entrance. Robb once more looked into Margaery's eyes for encouragement and instead she gave his ass a firm spank, startling the Young Wolf to thrust into Margaery and causing them both to shout out in surprise and pleasure. Robb buried his head into the crook of Margaery's neck as he hovered halfway inside of her, feeling as though if he moved anymore he would reach his climax and impregnate her. Margaery herself was feeling sensitive from Robb's earlier work with his mouth, but knew that she wanted Robb there and then and gently coaxed her betrothed to continue.
Their rhythm was slow at first, but soon Margaery had her hand behind her to stop her head from smashing into the headboard as the young couple vigorously made love for the first time. Robb and Margaery both knew that siring a child before their wedding was foolish, and when the time came Robb all but leaped off of Margaery to send his seed spurting across her thigh and onto the silken sheets of the royal bed.
"Well…at least we christened the bed." Margaery panted after a little while. Robb laughed, moving to wrap Margaery in his arms and hold her tight.
"Gods be good…I think I love you."
"You're such a man." Margaery laughed, patting his cheek gently.
"If it means anything, I think I love you too." She said, avoiding his gaze by looking at their intertwined hands across her midriff.
"Don't die out there, Robb." Margaery said after a while as Robb was falling into one of the most peaceful sleeps he'd had in over two years. "I…you need to come back to me." She said, glancing back at him.
"I promise." He said with a smile, causing Margaery to turn in his arms and peck his lips.
"Do better, Robb Stark." She smiled.