Game of Thrones: Of Lions and Roses
Chapter 16 of my Game of Thrones story, things are about to take an interesting turn; enjoy.
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Margaery
Margaery smiled as she sat with Joffrey; they were holding a large feast, with everyone present; all various nobles, the Kingsguard and Small Council. The feast was being held perhaps prematurely, but Joffrey was so confident they would win the upcoming Siege of Dragonstone that he announced it be held anyway.
'Still, he does have reason to be confident; Dragonstone is badly crippled by desertion and the death of Stannis Baratheon.' She noted to herself. 'Those that remain cannot possibly defend it for long; the castle is now much larger than its host; our only real difficulty should be the natural defences. Overcome them and we should be able to overwhelm what remains of those…zealots.'
She was generally accepting of other religions, of this strange R'hllor religion; but those still at Dragonstone were so far gone and fervent, they were truly taking things too far. Shaking her head she turned her attention the rest of the room.
She smiled. 'They certain know how to celebrate, dancers, singers, performers and fine food.'
She noted other people of importance in the hall; so many were happy, only three people partaking of the feast didn't have smiles on their faces; Tywin Lannister obviously, Cersei was glaring, clearly frustrated at something and finally Tyrion Lannister, who seemed put out about something.
While curious about these incidents, something else was on her mind; her gaze went to the Kingsguard. In particular, she observed the two new members, Kaleb Swann and Tobias Blount.
'Two new players in the Game, our plans may need to be modified.' She pondered. 'Still, one detail will not change; it's almost time, I must find a way…my current part in the plan must be done, tonight.'
She was considering her chances as she also noted once more that Cersei's glare was directed at her; even though she had clearly been angry at something else earlier. Still Margaery ignored her; instead waiting for her chance; the feast had been going on for quite some time now.
Margaery turned to Joffrey, grinning. "A truly marvellous feast, my love."
"Indeed." He replied, grinning. "But it's getting late; let us retire for the night."
Margaery considered this, it would complicate things but she saw no real reason to refuse. However she noted his expression and a strange worried sensation knotted in her belly.
"What do you intend?" She asked calmly however.
Joffrey merely grinned. "What else…I was too drunk on our wedding night, I think it's been long enough…"
He left it hanging as he stood up to announce his intent to retire. As he did so Margaery considered; realizing what he meant; he intended to bed her.
'The drink wasn't your problem Joffrey; it was never your problem.' She thought calmly.
She knew she had to act tonight; otherwise Joffrey's frustrations might get out of hand, after all, he couldn't simply accept that he was, in fact, impotent.
As she thought this, Joffrey turned to her and offered her his arm.
He tilted his head, confused. "Are you alright?"
"I am fine, Your Grace." She replied; as reassuring as she could.
He nodded and she took his arm and together they left the feast; Margaery bit her lip as she felt eyes on her, knowing they were Cersei's. As they walked to Joffrey's chambers, Margaery suppressed a shudder, brought about by Cersei's glare.
'She has sworn to destroy me, to find proof of my infidelity even though there is none.' She thought worriedly. 'But how can I…what should I do; I cannot allow her to ruin things?'
It was her chief worry; how could she deal with Cersei, without arousing suspicion. After all, Cersei would easily ruin their plans; but trying to deal with could also easily do the same if they weren't careful.
She knew she would have to discuss the matter with her grandmother, possibly tomorrow, depending on how well things went tonight. She subconsciously clutched the object hidden in her sleeve, the object her grandmother had left her. It was key to her current part of her family's plans.
Finally Margaery and Joffrey reached his chambers; he closed the door and together they walked over to a nearby table. Margaery briefly glanced over at the bed, knowing Joffrey's intentions all too well.
Instead of going ahead with that however, he spoke up. "Something troubles you, I can tell."
He said it as a means to invite her to explain her problems to her.
She sighed and decided to play for time. "I am just concerned, that is all, about your mother."
"What has she said or done to you?" Joffrey asked sharply, glaring suddenly.
She shook her head. "Nothing, I just, get the feeling she doesn't like me for some reason."
"Oh?"
Margaery noticed he was still glaring, and guessed he was trying to run through any possible scenarios in his mind.
Deciding to head him off she tried to get his attention. "Your Grace?"
He looked up at her and asked directly. "Has she said something about you, to you?"
"No, of course not." Margaery lied; but Joffrey didn't buy it.
"Come, you can tell me."
She remained calm as she tried to calm him. "There is nothing to tell."
However instead of calming down, Joffrey got more agitated and suddenly grabbed her, seizing her bare upper arms tightly, almost too tight.
"What has she done?" He demanded.
Margaery struggled. "Nothing Your Grace, please, you're hurting me."
Joffrey growled however, clearly not focusing on her words.
If anything, his grip got tighter.
"I will speak to her about these matters, but I must know what she's done." He almost screamed.
She tried to calm him down. "There is nothing to worry about Your Grace."
Just then there was a knock at the door, Joffrey immediately let go and sat down by the table.
"Come." He called out irritably.
The door opened and Tyrion entered at that moment. Margaery subconsciously rubbed her arms, noting the red marks appearing on them, suddenly, a series of ideas formed in her head. Things were suddenly falling into place and she had the perfect means to carry out her act and get away with it.
She composed herself and waited for her chance, it would be soon she knew, soon time to take carry out her plan.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.