LORAS

Loras Tyrell sat by his wife's bedside as he had done for the last 3 moons. He played the part of dutiful husband well, he would spend hours watching her for any change but after all this time he knew that it was unlikely she would ever wake up.

Joffrey had died almost immediately from the poison but Joanna, who had merely sipped the poison wine suffered immense pain and hadn't woken from her unconscious state since the wedding.

His father was constantly reminding him that he was to remain in the marriage for if the young King atom men was to die then Joanna would be next in line, with Loras as her king.

His grandfather, the Lady Olenna had a completely different view and was in fact hoping for the girls demise. Now that Margaery was Queen she felt that his marriage no longer served much purpose and that it would be putting Joanna out of her misery. She said it would be what she wanted.

Loras scoffed at the idea. There was no way Joanna would ever just accept death, the girl that he barely knew would stay fighting until the very end. There was no way that she would ever just lay down and die. She may have lost her brother and lover but Joanna wouldn't rest until those responsible be found and punished.

Her brother would have ordered the murderers death if he had been the one to survive, nowhere near the act itself. However Joanna was completely different, she would go to the ends of the earth to get revenge. Her determination was one of the few traits that he found admirable in her, that and her love for her family.

Making sure that no one else was in the room Loras walked to the side of the bed and looked down at his wife.

The past few months hadn't been kind on her and her face had pale and ghostly, her cheekbones prominent as her weight had tumbled. Even her blonde hair had gone limp. Most of her injuries had healed within a few weeks but there was no way of knowing what damage was within. The maester had said that the damage may be as mental as it was physical and even if she did eventually wake up then there would be no way of knowing if she would still be herself.

Pulling back the covers to see if there was any moment at all he was disappointed. Apart from the gentle, shallow rise of her chest indicating breathing there was nothing.

The white night gown that she wore had hiked slightly up her thigh so he pulled it down, taut against her stomach. About to turn away Loras noticed something strange yet barely noticeable.

Due to the difficulties in feeding Joanna in her unconscious state her body had wasted away, many of her bones stuck out unattractively. But there was one area that seemed to have grown. Her stomach had a curve which he was sure hadn't been there before, it had been completely flat before the marriage. Blinking a few times the mound remained but it was still there. There was definitely a bump that was visible through the fabric of her dress.

He didn't know what possessed him but without thinking he reached out and carefully placed a hand on Joanna's stomach and he swore he could feel something.

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Joanna didn't know how long she was in the darkness for, it could have been days or even mere seconds. She would drift from the darkness every so often but to where she went she didn't know. Noises and colours would flash in front of her eyelids but she was unable to move or even be fully aware of what was going on

But when she was consumed by the darkness there was one overwhelming feeling: pain.

She had felt pain before, having fallen from a horse and broken her wrist when she was 8. However it had been nothing compared to the torment that she felt. Joanna felt as if fire had been poured down her throat and every gasp of air burnt her insides.

Every time she wished for everything to end a face appeared to her, Joffrey's and she would cry if she could as something told her that even if she did awake from her torment then she would never see him again. Never again would she feel his touch and see him smile. The pain was unbearable but suddenly ceased as she felt pressure on her stomach. Time seemed to slow as the darkness changed and she was no longer unaware.

She appeared to be standing in a wooden hut, not the kind of place she would ever be allowed to go. From the gaps in the wood she could see that the hut was within a dark forest but it was the inside of the building that scared her more.

The hut was full of unusual objects and items that both frightened and interested Joanna at the same time.

A voice behind her startled her as she spun round to face it.

"Now what do we have here..." A strange old crone cackled, circling Joanna menacingly.

The woman was squat and warty, with crusty yellow eyes, no teeth, and pale green jowls.

Terrified Joanna threatened. "Who are you? Where am I? Let me go or my brother will have you killed. He's the King and I'm a Princess so you can't hurt me."

The crone seems to find this highly amusing and let out a hearty chuckle, staring at Joanna would piercing eyes.

"I am known to the people as Maggy the Frog and this is my home you have appeared in, spirit."

Confused Joanna questioned, "spirit? What are you talking about? I am supposed to be in Kings Landing for my wedding."

"The girl doesn't see... I'm not surprised. You remind me of another girl I met not long ago, with golden hair and a dark heart. She wanted to know her future yet was too stubborn to understand it."

"Who was this girl?" Joanna queried. She didn't understand what was happening and a sore throat and an aching stomach didn't help with her concentration.

After a few seconds the woman replied but with an unexpected answer. "The girl was your age, a Lannister, Cersei Lannister I believe she was called."

Shaking her head Joanna rebutted. "That's not possible. Cersei Lannister is my mother. She hasn't been a young girl for many years. What would she want with a crone like you anyway?"

"She wanted to know her future. I don't think she was particularly pleased with the answers I gave her."

Curious, Joanna couldn't help but enquiring further. "What answers?"

"I can't give you her answers but I can give you those of your own to the same questions."

Hesitantly Joanna was tempted to turn around and run but there was something alluring about knowing what was yet to happen and before she could stop herself she nodded.

In the blink of an eye Maggy had sliced her finger and drawn blood. Grasping her hand in pain she didn't have a chance to see what the woman was doing.

"3 questions I have her and the same I shall give to her daughter. One of marriage, one of children and one of death."

Joanna hissed through the pain of her bleeding hand. "Marriage? Will I ever marry again?"

The woman replied slowly. "Your Tyrell husband shall be your only. He will be the only man you shall know for be remainder of your days."

Disappointed Joanna continued. "What of children?"

"You shall give your husband 2 and your brother 1."

"But... Joffrey is..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. She was reminded of the pain in her stomach an she glanced down. Placing a hand on her stomach she felt a bump where one hadn't been there before. Realising what this meant she smiled with the knowledge that she wouldn't have lost him completely.

"And my death?"

"Death will not come for you for man years. He has had a taste for you now and he doesn't wish to see you for many years to come. You shall die surrounded by family and an old woman."

Happy Joanna smiled, Maggy's words not truly sinking in. But as she stared wordless at the strange crone her vision began to blur. The wooden hut disintegrated before her eyes and and sharp pain made her eyes flew open.

She was awake.

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I hope this wasn't too confusing for anyone. Joanna was unconscious in a coma and had been for 3 months. She appeared to Maggy the Frog and received prophecies as Cersei did as a child. Whether or not this actually happened or if she imagined it is left up to you.

And most importantly: she's pregnant.

In case you're thinking that her response to Joffrey dying is OOC, it's because she isn't truly awake, in her head she is unable to really acknowledge anything but be prepared for a more in character reaction next now that she has awoke.

Thank you for everyone who has been reading and reviewing so far but I'm worried that the positivity for the story is slowing as I'm receiving barely any favourites, follows and reviews. So if you are still enjoying the story then I would really appreciate a review no matter how brief.

There's now a poll on my profile where you can guess whether her baby is a boy or girl.