Game of Thrones: Of Lions and Roses
Chapter 21 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Margaery
Margaery smiled lightly to herself; things had changed rapidly following that one drastic incident. She counted herself fortunate indeed that it had been Loras who had come to try and aid Joffrey. Any of the other Kingsguard, especially the new ones, she would have had to do some work convincing them. If it had been Jaime Lannister, she knew things would have fallen apart.
'The Gods surely smile upon us now.' She thought to herself. 'We have made our first major move; soon, the rest will fall into place.'
She considered her plans carefully; she had to make sure she was ready. Poisoning Joffrey had only been the first part of her role in her family's plans. Being able to pin the blame on Tyrion had been an extra bonus; one that worked immediately in her favour. All the same, she continued to walk through the dungeon corridor; considering how rapidly things had changed, she recalled what her father had told her regarding the most recent Small Council meeting.
She wondered about the recent changes. 'This man, Gendry…we must do something about him; he could derail all our plans.'
He was a danger, of that she was certain. She and her family had worked hard, forging their alliance with the Lannisters and this newly emerged Baratheon bastard, recently 'legitimized' threatened to put all that to ruin by trying to claim the throne.
She finally reached the cell she had been looking for and smiled gently at the occupant.
"Hello, Lord Tyrion." She said calmly.
The occupant of the cell looked up and glared at her. "Your Grace, come to gloat I see."
Margaery shook her head. "Hardly, why would I?"
"Why, need I remind you of how it is because of you I am here." Tyrion replied darkly.
Margaery smiled calmly. "That is no cause to gloat, it is nothing personal Lord Tyrion, just a move in the game…You were dangerous to be left alone."
Tyrion sighed as she saw he had seen the truth in her words. "So it would seem, you have played excellently, Your Grace. So, what now?"
"There is a new player in this; it would seem one of King Robert's bastards has been legitimized by Robb Stark, he now prepares to come this way…with an army, trying to claim what he believes is his throne." She remarked.
Tyrion shook his head. "If the rumours are to be believed, it is his; he has more claim to it than poor Tommen."
"Is that what you believe?"
Tyrion shrugged. "Who can say…all I know is, why should this interest me, I will be dead soon."
"Hardly, your brother has ensured you will have a trial and has taken measures to ensure you will live to see it." She replied.
"Oh, I suppose I should be grateful for that." Tyrion replied sharply.
Margaery smiled lightly. "Consider it friendly advice, after all, you have a chance now, hold onto it if you can."
Still smiling she then turned and left.
It was a short while later that Margaery found herself meeting with her grandmother.
"So grandmother, what are we to do, we have difficulty now." She reclaimed.
Olenna shook her head. "The hardest part was killing Joffrey and finding some way to remove our most dangerous opponent, the imp."
Margaery bit her lip. "What of this Gendry, grandmother, he threatened to undo everything."
Olenna merely smiled thinly. "You truly think he is a threat, the boy is a blacksmith, he knows nothing of being a King, leading an army or of battle. It will not be long before he is defeated, even if he has skilled help, the armies, ours and the Lannisters have more."
"I sincerely hope so, grandmother." Margaery replied; still feeling worried.
Olenna nodded and continued. "Now, onto the next step, it will soon be time for the crowning of the new King, I have already discussed matters, are you prepared for your next role?"
Margaery straightened up. "Yes grandmother, I know what must be done, I will accept it."
Olenna nodded calmly; Margaery politely excused herself afterwards and left.
'Father worries about the uprising of this Gendry, as do I.' Margaery thought to herself afterwards. 'Yet grandmother does not, the points she raises are valid, but what if she is mistaken, what if he is stronger than we give him credit for.'
She shook her head; there was nothing to do but find some way to put a stop to Gendry, before he became a real threat.
Margaery smiled to herself, all too aware of the eyes upon her. She could hear a few of the whispered comments regarding her new gown. Some were jealous, others approving, she always strove to make an impression and it seemed this time she had succeeded beyond anything before.
Carefully moving her hands along the folds of the gown, she looked up towards the throne. Young Tommen stood there, pale and sombre looking, especially for his age. Yet Margaery could detect the fear he was trying to keep hidden. The High Septon stood next to him, preparing to crown the young boy, Margaery was impressed with how quickly everything had been arranged, it was mere days since Joffrey's death.
The High Septon spoke. "And thus, under the eyes of the gods and of men, I crown thee Gendry of the House Baratheon, first of your name, king of the Andals and of the First Men! Long may he reign!"
"Long may he reign!" Others chorused.
Margaery watched as the boy was crowned and was now king. Then, as she watched, Tywin Lannister stepped forwards.
"Your Grace; in light of recent events, we must ensure we are as strong as possible." He remarked. "Therefore, as soon as it can be arranged, you will marry Lady Margaery of House Tyrell…to ensure the continuation of our alliance."
Margaery smiled at that, just as her grandmother had planned. Tommen looked over at her and smiled.
"Of course grandfather." He replied earnestly.
Margaery couldn't help but smile wider.
Her smile faded however as her gaze found Cersei; and saw the murderous glare she was sending towards her. She inwardly shivered as she recalled the threats Cersei had made, the beliefs she held about her.
'She will not win, she cannot win.' Margaery thought to herself.
She knew she would have to take extra care, it seemed now, there were threats all around, but she was determined to emerge triumphant.
End of chapter and of Margaery's story line, just one more POV chapter to go, one that's not actually appeared in this story yet, anyway, hope you enjoyed, read and review please.