Author's Note: Hello again, everyone! This is the fifth chapter. I'm really excited to write more chapters for this story and I think lots of you like it so far even if I don't get much reviews or favorites. The mere fact that lots of you view my story already makes me happy. Again, I have to apologize if this chapter isn't so good. I'm having a hard time limiting conversations between characters. I still don't own Game of Thrones unless George R. R. Martin willingly gives me the rights to his books. Enjoy!

Long Live the Boy-King

Chapter Five: A Woman's Thoughts

Margaery's Point of View

I was never born with royal blood seeping through my veins. My father is a Lord and my mother was a Lady but those weren't enough for me to be considered royalty. All I wanted in life was to live in King's Landing and wear gorgeous dresses while dancing around with beautiful slippers. Unfortunately, my family name is Tyrell. I was never a Targaryen or a Baratheon. Well, that is before I met Renley.

We shared the same passion of sitting in the throne room with the Seven Kingdoms all in our hands. All I wanted was to marry a King with a golden crown on his head and rule those who are needed to be ruled, the Highborns, the soldiers, the maids, even the whores. But most importantly, I wanted to take care of those who needed care the most, the children, the orphans. I was lucky enough to have a roof above my head, food in my stomach, and clothes on my body. But those poor souls, oh. They are often neglected and I want to change the world's views about them.

Marrying Renly was the closest I could get to the Iron Throne by that time. I was nothing but delighted when he offered me marriage. I gladly accepted, of course. Who wouldn't want to marry a King? Of course, I believed he was the rightful King at that time because that's what he always tells me. He would whisper how beautiful King's Landing would be for us. I would rule right by his side and I could have whatever I want. That is, if we actually defeated those who also want the throne for their own. He wore a golden crown and was addressed as the King. I was called the Queen as well. I thought that was the start of my happy and adventurous life.

I have loved Renly, I really did more than anyone in this world. But Renly, sadly, didn't love me back. I know it and I felt it. I thought there was someone else some other girl more beautiful or much smarter than I was. I thought that I wasn't satisfying his needs as a wife. That made me curious about Renly. He never touched me, not once. We would kiss and I would do my best to get him to want me but he loved someone else. I wanted to hate them when I found out but I couldn't. Renly is still my King and my husband and I must remain loyal to him because I swore a holy vow. And Loras… My blood still runs through his veins and the Tyrell name still bonds us. He is still my brother no matter how many times he fooled around with Renly.

I wept when we found my husband's body on the tent. He was bloody and cold. I mourned for him because even if he wasn't entirely the husband of my dreams, he was the King that everyone deserved. He was kind but strong at the same time. He could've fit perfectly on the Iron Throne but his time finally came no matter how depressing that was. Loras, of course, was mortified and heartbroken. He wanted revenge for Renly but I kept him sane. I told him that we should stay smart or else we'll find ourselves in Renly's very same situation. He agreed with me and in a matter of days, I was presented to Joffrey.

That boy was horrible and sadistic. One look at him and I knew that I was going to be miserable and abused by the time we were married. Everyone warned me of that monster but I was persistent to have the power. I took risks to reach in to Joffrey. I had to lie and manipulate his twisted mind in hopes of changing him. I broke all the rules and met him in his chambers trying to seduce him into submitting to me. But he wasn't interested in anything besides hurting people. So, I reached in deeper, forget his world for a little while and submerged in mine. I visited the poor and get to know their stories and in no time, I had Joffrey waving at his people. They adored him that day and I did, too. I thought that I finally changed him and he finally gave in by letting me see this different side at him. I much preferred that Joffrey I saw, the one who truly smiles like a little boy on a sunny day.

How stupid of me to think of that. He never changed, obviously. He just liked the idea of me being his wife. After all, with all the kindness I showed him, he would want someone to kiss his feet and glorify him for eternity. I was lucky enough to have that brat poisoned. Yes, I wanted to be the Queen but I didn't want to be his Queen. I pretended to mourn for him, especially in front of his mother. It's hard to fool the Queen-regent. I know that she knows what I'm really doing but I don't care. She can't do anything about it.

"Are you alright, my Lady?" I woke from my trance and turn to the owner of the voice. For a minute, I forgot where I was and what I was doing. I looked at Tommen's reflection in the mirror and saw him dressed in an emerald-colored coat.

I smiled at him sweetly. "Yes. I'm fine, my King. You should really focus on the designs our tailors are offering you." He turned around and smiled back at me. Tommen, he is young. In fact, too young and too naïve to be sitting on the throne but I can't change the rules. If he is a Baratheon, he must adhere to his duties. But I doubt his performance for now. He hasn't learned quite yet.

"Do you think this looks good on me?" he asked while slightly parting his coat to let me see the shirt he's wearing inside along with his breeches of the same color. Tommen is young but that just makes my job easier. Young minds love nothing but beauty, wit, and danger. I must show Tommen all of those things if I want to convince him that I stand by his side no matter what happens.

"I think anything would look perfect on you, my King." He looked flustered by my comment. A goofy smile appeared on his face as he looked down on his feet in embarrassment. Good. At least I have some kind of effect on him. Tommen looked up again when the doors opened, revealing the old tailor carrying another set of outfit for the boy-king. "Shouldn't you get dressed as well, my Lady?" Tommen said while turning to face the mirror again.

The tailor removed his coat and his undershirt making me look away and into the window. I know he's going to be my husband soon but I still respect him as a boy and as a King. Besides, a proper Lady should not have perverted thoughts even if she's going to be married for the third time. "I have tried on my dresses, my King." I looked at him, now clothed with a black tunic. I should not be staying here if he's going to put on more outfits later. "I'm sorry, my King, but you have to excuse me. I still have to check the kitchens for the food they are going to serve tonight." I stood from where I was sitting and gave him a curtsy.

"Of course, my Lady. I shall see you tonight, then," he said with much courteousness in his voice. I nodded and gave him another smile before turning on my heel and walking out of his chambers.

While I was walking down to the kitchens, I can't help but think of Tommen and what my new life is going to be with him. He is known for his youth and a lot of residents here in King's Landing think he is too easy to be manipulated. I agree with them. Tommen will be an easy target. That is if he listens to the wrong advisers, such as his mother. I don't think his grandfather and Lord Hand, Tywin, is much of a threat. He might be intimidating and plots a lot of plans but at least he guides his grandson to becoming better. Tywin will protect and educate him. Cersei, well, she will do her best to keep him away from me and brainwash him like Joffrey. And I can't let that happen again.

"Lady Margaery!" The maids in the kitchen all turned to my direction the moment I came in. They all grew close to me and trusted me and I feel the same to them as well. That's a good technique if someone wants to make a move in this game. You have to gain the other players' trusts first before moving a piece. "The list of foods to be served is right here. Tell us if you want anything added or removed," one of the maids, Olivia, said to me while handing me a piece of paper.

"Delightful. These are all perfect. I shall check if anything is being cooked now, if that is alright."

"Of course, your Grace. Feel free to walk around, please."

Corabella's Point of View

"For the third time, Corabella, stand straight!" Mother yelled at me while trying to tie another corset on me again. I hate dressing up. Formal events are not really of any interest to me. I find it boring to stand for hours wearing shoes that barely help me run or walk fast. I don't have much problem with wearing dresses because all the dresses I own are beautiful, in my opinion, but those shoes that my mother let me wear are just loathsome. I can't believe anyone would wear such things.

I rolled my eyes at her. She always hated it when I roll my eyes. Mother says it's rude and very inappropriate for a Lady. She says men don't like girls who do that. I don't agree with her. My cousin Abrielle always rolls her eyes at anyone and yet she's married to one of the richest men in Bedoco who loves her like she's the only woman in this world. And besides, I don't care what people think of me, much less what men think of me.

"Why do I have to go, anyway? It's not like I will never meet the royal couple. And if I do, so what? Nothing good or bad will happen, right?" I said with much annoyance in my voice. It sounded more like a plea, though. I just might convince my mother not to let me come if I act like this for the entire afternoon.

She replied first by yanking the ties on my corset tightly making me yelp in surprise. She then proceeded to let the dress slip through my head and down my body until it reached my ankles. "First of all, your father is good friends with the King's grandfather. It would be rude if we aren't going to present you to the royal family." She pulled on the sleeves on my right arm and letting them hang loose on my wrists. "Second, the party is going to require all the people to attend and I don't want you and your brothers to be left here in the chambers."

"Oh, they will come alright. With the presence of food, they will show up as well. But aren't you worried that they might cause some troubles?" I asked, still trying to change her mind. She spun me around, to my surprise, making me face her then started tying the bow on my waistline.

"No, they won't. Your father already made them agree to a deal he offered," she said while slowly smirking at me." I raised one of my eyebrows at the sudden change of her mood.

"What sort of deal?" I asked intriguingly. Those boys are hard to convince. Even my father couldn't make them eat their vegetables. He must have offered them something grand if the twins agreed to it.

"He promised them that they'll get their swords before they turn eleven." My eyes widened in shock. That was definitely unfair. I had to wait for my fifteenth nameday before my father gave me my own sword and that was a lousy one.

"That's unfair! They have to wait like I did. Mother, make Father take it back, please. I practically begged like a little child but my mother ignored me and fetched some type of headdress.

"Oh, Corabella, stop. Your father will offer them whatever they want as long as they will behave in front of the king and his other guests. Please, don't be difficult. Put a little trust on your brothers sometimes," she said sweetly. Of course, I trust my brothers. I love them but I absolutely find my father's compromise obnoxious. He could've offered them lifetime of roast beef and lemon cakes and still settle into an agreement.

I looked at my mother who was busy untangling the jewelries on the headdress. She looks beautiful as always. Some people think we look alike but I doubt that. I am nothing like my mother. She is too sweet, too gentle… too perfect. I love her more than anything even if I don't show it all the time. For the sake of my mother and my family, I decided to stop whining and accept the fact that my brothers will get their playthings early.

"Can I at least bring my sash?" I asked quietly to my mother while she started to pin the headdress in place. She looked at me with serious eyes but her smirk was something else.

"No, Corabella," she said sternly.

"But, Mother…" I started to argue. She looked at me straight in the eye, her eyes piercing mine dangerously. If there's one more thing my mother's good at, it's staring at people like she's going to kill them at any moment. "Fine. But please, let me at least have one dagger on my belt. Just one, I promise I'll bring something small enough for anyone to ignore."

"Corabella—"

"One small dagger or I won't go to the feast. And if you somehow managed to drag me out of my chambers, I will whine the entire evening and annoy everyone," I said, attempting to taunt my mother. She sighed in defeat and took a step back to look at me from head to toe. I tilted my head to the side waiting for her answer.

She rolled my eyes at me. Nice, Mother. "You know what, fine." I smiled in relief as she walked over to the chests. Oh no. No no no. This is the worst part of this dress up. The shoes. Why do I have to wear anything besides boots? Slippers will slow me down and they are very uncomfortable. She showed me a pair of slippers that I know I do not own. They look elegant and expensive but I don't want its beauty to deceive me. I will regret loving its appearance after I put them on.

"This whole outfit you're wearing is from the King even the shoes." The King? Why would the King give me these it's not like we have met before? "Just try these slippers on, I promise you they are not as horrible as you think they are." My mother yanked my left foot without warning, letting me stumble back. Luckily, I grabbed on to the bedpost before losing my balance entirely. She slipped the slippers in one at a time.

She was not lying. These are the most comfortable shoes I have ever worn in my life. The insides are made of velvet, real ones. I walked around the room and it felt amazing. It was like walking on clouds. I made my way to the huge mirror and stared at myself. The headdress was some sort of flower garland with small diamonds around the band. The dress was black and orange, making my blue eyes stand out. The golden slipper blended in well with the whole outfit.

"And you have to go, because the King personally said he wants to meet you. He said that you sounded… delightful."

Of all the things he could have said about me, delightful would be the least of it. My mother told him about how I deal with men and how I handle my weapons. I'm sure he's just curious about me. But if he knows who I really am, I wouldn't be surprised if he take back all the positive things he said to me. He wouldn't like me and I have a feeling I wouldn't like him, either. I've encountered lots of royal men and none of them I liked.

Except…

"Come on, you need to slip off that dress. You have to wash the day off first before heading to the feast. I'm sure the King would be very excited to see you." Mother helped me out of my dress and summoned two maids to run me a bath. I pray to the gods that this night wouldn't turn out to be a disaster. If I am lucky, I might meet up with the boy from earlier. He seemed nice. It was stupid of me not to ask his name but give out mine. I wonder what he's doing right now. He might be getting ready as well. I'm sure he's invited to the feast seeing how he looked earlier and how he spoke. He must be the son of a Lord here in Westeros.

"Corabella, take off those shoes now, please," Mother said as she gave me a hand while I put a foot in to the bath.

Author's Note: So that's the fifth chapter, I hope you guys like it. I'm really excited for the next chapter, to be honest. But I really don't plan my chapter ahead. I just type whatever comes to mind so it's going to be a surprise to us all. Haha.

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