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Author's Note: I am sorry for the lack of updates. I had major writer block. And I had family things going on, that was taking my time. Everything is alright. As always thank you for your continuous support. There will be a question at the end of this chapter please leave your response in review or pm me…on with the chapter.
Tyrion and Jaime made his way to the Black Cells. He was flanked by four Lannister soldiers. He also had Lord Varys with him. Tyron knew his valerian was horrible and there were unsullied soldiers guarding Lady Margaery's cell. They came to the cell that held Margaery. They were greeted by Red Rat and Brown fly. Tyrion and Lord Varys approached them. They placed their weapons in front of the door. Tyrion looked to Lord Varys nodding his head.
"Queen Raenera and King Robb have ordered us to move the prisoner," Lord Varys said in Valerian.
They nodded moving their weapons. Lord Varys took a torch from one of the soldiers. He looked at Tyrion in a way to prepare him for what he was about to see. The last time he saw anyone in the Black Cells it was Lord Eddard Stark. He was waiting for his execution. And with the evidence they had against Margaery, it was the same thing.
Margaery looked up as two figures entered the room. The light from the torch was blinding compared the to pitch black of the cell. She had lost track of nights and day in the cell. Her face was even more dirt covered than before. Tyrion looked at her in shock. How quickly she had fallen from grace.
"Have you come to kill me," Margaery asked pleadingly looking at Jaime.
"No," Jaime said.
Margaery looked at the other figures in the room. Her eyes landed on the spider then they fell on Tyrion. The Hand of Queen and King she knew in that instant something had happened. She had no clue what at that point.
"By order of Queen Raenera and King Robb you are to be moved to the Tower of Hand to await your trial," Tyrion started with his hand folded.
"With recent events, they felt it best to move you to the tower," Lord Varys finished.
None of them wanted to be one to tell her that her father died. Jaime exchanged looks with Tyrion. He let out a sigh before he moved forward. He took Margaery dirty hands in his own hands.
"What has happened?" Margaery asked.
"Lady Margaery I regret to tell you this but I'm afraid that your father has died," Jaime told her.
"How?" Margaery asked right before she fainted.
Lady Olenna, Robb, Ned, Willas, Sansa, Daeny and Rae were in the small council chamber. They were arranging the funeral. Lady Olenna looked at Rae as she sat with her head in her hands. There was guilt in her eyes. Her other hand rest on her belly, Robb stood near her with a comforting hand on her shoulder. Sansa was trying her best to comfort Willas. He was now the new Lord of Reach which in turn made Sansa Lady of Reach. Ned was talking with Daeny about what common in the faith of seven funerals. Lady Olenna was preparing to better her position in this game with no care that it may hurt.
"His funeral will take place on the marrow pay for by the crown," Robb said.
"Thank you, Your Majesties," Willas said.
"What else" Lady Olenna snapped.
"What more is there" Rae snapped meeting eyes with her.
Willas turned and glared at his grandmother. Now was not the time or place to fight with the crown. He looked at Rae and his grandmother. He could tell there was a storm brewing. It would not be pretty when it came to head.
"It clear that crown had something to do with my son death…" Lady Olenna started in.
"Grandmother now is not the time or place. Have care how you speak those words alone are a treasonous act," Willas interceded. He glared at his grandmother causing her to sit down with Humph. He turned back to Rae and Robb. He was showing how much of a true lord he was. "Forgive my grandmother. She is lost in her grief for her son. All that the crown is doing for us is more than we can ever thank you for," Willas finished.
"Thank Lord Willas," Robb started
"Our Hand as we speak is moving Lady Margaery to the Tower of the Hand. Where, she will remain under guard, but she will attend her father funeral. She will remain in the Tower of Hand until her trail in two days time," Rae finished eying Lady Olenna.
"You think that is enough after everything you have done. You killed my son and plan to take my granddaughter from us," Lady Olenna raged.
"Your son killed himself after he saw the proof of his daughter guilt," Rae roared.
"Rae think of the baby," Robb said as he saw her temper coming out.
"Grandmother! Guards see my grandmother to her chamber she is clearly lost in her grief and not in her right mind," Willas ordered looking at his grandmother. She gave him a look that said she was not pleased. She shot a glare at Rae as she led out of the room. Willas turned back to Rae and Robb. "Forgive her please, I know those words are treasonous. She is old woman lost in her grief of losing her only son," Willas pleaded.
"We can see she lost in her guilt. We will overlook this time for she is lost in her grief but the next time," Robb said.
"I will see that there will not be a next time," Willas vowed.
Margaery woke up in the room in the tower of hand. She looked around the room. She walked over to the window looking out on the night sky. Her eyes caught sight of Drogon and Selaera danced in the sky. She knew that she was destined to be the queen with Aegon. Her grandmother was wrong. She loved Euron. He was more than just a pirate. He was king of the Iron Isles. He was no worse than Lord of Riverlands. She let out a sigh she noted a hot steaming bath. She stripped off her clothes submerging her in the warm water. The dirt and grime were running off her body in water. It started to turn the water black. A cough sounded. It was enough for Margaery to turn and looked at in the direction of the sound. There stood Vellella the healer midwife turned handmaiden for Queen Raenera.
"What are you doing here?" Margaery demanded.
"I'm here to look you over to make sure nothing is wrong with you after being in the cells. And if there is I am to heal you the best I can. I can call Grand Maester Pycelle if you prefer," Vellella said.
Margaery let out a sigh cleaning the rest of dirt and grime off her. She rose from the water clean. She was not ashamed of her body. Water dripped from her body and she dried her body off. She sat down on the bed allowing Vellella to look her over.
"Let's get this over with," Margaery sighed.
Vellella worked quickly. She saved the core for last. She looked up at Margaery as she pressed on Margaery belly. She repeating it making sure she was feeling what she thought she was feeling. Margaery looked at Vellella. Margaery sat up as Vellella moved away from her. Vellella handed Margaery a robe. Margaery quickly put it on.
"What?" Margaery questioned as she tied the robe closed.
"When last time you bleed milady," Vellella asked.
"A moon ago why?" Margaery asked.
"You are with child milady?" Vellella answered.
"How? When? I drank moon tea," Margaery confessed confused.
"It seems that Lord of Light wills it so," Vellella said praising the Lord of Light.
Margaery's face drain of all color. She was white as a ghost. Her mind slowly started to process the information. Her hand went to her belly cradling it. The image of Euron and Edmure faces popped into her mind.
"Is it possible to tell who the father is" Margaery questioned.
"Only The Lord of Light knows that maybe in time he will reveal it to us," Vellella told her.
Margaery quickly got scribed down a short quick message to her grandmother. She handed to Vellella. Margaery looked very afraid.
"Please get this to my grandmother," Margaery pleaded.
Vellella nodded before she exited the room. Leaving Margaery to dwell on what just was told to her. It was more than her life that hanged in the balance. Part of her prayed to any god that would hear her plead that it's was Edmure child. But the other part wanted a piece of her lover back.
Willas arrived at his grandmother's rooms. He nodded to the guards. Then he looked over his shoulder to Sansa. She stood down the hall with her head bowed. He limped over to her kissing the top of her head.
"Don't let my sister folly destroy our happiness. Sansa, my father was consumed with his grief it not your brother fault or your good sister fault," Willas said holding her to his side.
"Your grandmother… Sansa started.
"Will learn her new place in the great game, don't worry yourself. Go get ready for bed love we have a long day ahead of us on the morrow," Willas cut her off.
Willas kissed her one more time softly before she walked away. He took a deep breath before he limped over to his grandmother door. He let out a loud sigh as he pushed opened the door. Lady Olenna was pacing back and forth. She looked very unhappy. She turned as the door shut.
"You have no right," Lady Olenna raged.
"I have every right! I lost my father, I may lose my sister, and I will not lose you. Your words were all but calling the queen a murder. Father did not want to believe what all could see Margaery want power and wanted to be queen more than anything. She was always his princess and could do no wrong. I don't know what more you wanted the crown to do," Willas yelled back.
"The Vale is without a Lord…Loras would make a great lord of Vale. Even Garth marriage to Princess Lilliyan not being put aside if Margaery is found guilty," Lady Olenna explained.
Willas sat down across from his grandmother. To her, he was always more interested in horses, dogs, or birds to pay any mind to the great game. He poured a goblet of wine for her and himself. Lady Olenna sat across of him. There was something in his eyes that she did not recognize in him. She had seen that same look on Margaery's face. He took a long drink of his wine.
"Loras Lord of Vale…" Willas laughed. Lady Olenna looked affronted. She pursed her lips and glared at him. He returned a cold look to his face. "Grandmother that will never happen; I have it on good authority that the new Lord of Vale is Lord Gendry Baratheon," Willas told her.
"That dragon queen overlooked my grandson for some bastard," Lady Olenna raged.
"That bastard as you called him helped her more than Loras ever dreamed of. Besides even if that place was still open they would never give to Loras. Let face it, grandmother, it would give the Tyrell family too much power and control. I hold the Reach, Margaery before her folly controlled the Riverlands, and if she gave Loras the Vale. We would control half of the kingdoms and in truth would surround the capital," Willas explained.
"You writing your sister off," Lady Olenna said.
"No, but Grandmother I have to prepare myself for the worst case. I know I never played the game like you and Margaery. I do know more than I let on. I would much rather be with horses and dogs but that does not mean I don't know what expected of me," Willas said.
"You will be a great Lord of Reach better than your father and grandfather," Lady Olenna said.
"So after Margaery trail, you will return to Highgarden with me and Lady Sansa. And put your focus on making my wife ready for" Willas said.
A knocked sounded at door. They both turned and looked at the door. A guard opened the door. He walked over to Willas handing him the letter. He quickly scanned it.
"Margaery wants to see you," Willas told her.
"You see her. I am too much in mourning to deal with her now," Lady Olenna said.
Lady Olenna did not want to abandon her granddaughter. But she knew Willas preparing him for her death was wise. She would do the same as much as it pained her to do it she would distance herself from her granddaughter.
Jon sat in his chambers. Ghost laid by the fireplace. He sat near the fireplace reading a letter that had come from King's Landing. He looked up from the letter to Sam. This had not happened in a very long time. Yes, they had Tyrion come to the Wall but never the royal family.
"My brother and his wife have plans to come to the Wall," Jon told Sam.
"That a good thing right. I mean they can see that we need more men," Sam reasoned.
"It may not be soon enough Sam," Jon said gravely.
"The Stark soldiers will return soon," Sam said.
"If they return at all; every day that they are gone with no sign of them the likelihood of them returning grows smaller and smaller," Jon said.
"You returned," Sam reasoned.
"I join a wildling camp. They will not. The wildings know something is coming. They want to pass it for a reason Sam," Jon told him.
The next morning Rae and Robb along with Daeny arrived at the Great Sept. They were all dress in black clothes. Rae gown was a simple black gown with silver dragon scales on the shoulders they held the open back in place with thin silver chains. Her hair was pulled back from her face a silver crown that had dragon glass as the main gem in it was on her head with a black lace veil covering the back of hair and part of her back. The crown was a gift from Dorne and Prince Doran as a gift for her coronation. Robb had a silver crown on his head as well and was dressed in black doublet and slacks with silver direwolves on his shoulder holding his cape on his shoulders. Daeny hair was braid back with two pieces hanging by her face. Her gown had sleeveless but had fabric hanging off the shoulder that was embroidered in a way to look like dragon scales. It had a v-neckline with a silver bar holding the two sides of fabric together. It was also a very simple gown. They made their way up the stairs to be greeted by High Septon Sterlan. He was expecting them being that it was commonplace that the royal family came to mourn without the public. It was something about not think of the King or Queen being dead.
"Your Majesties," High Septon Sterlan greeted.
"High Septon Sterlan," They replied.
High Septon Sterlan ushered them into the Sept. Mace body was laid out he was guarded by Tyrell soldiers. They bowed to them and muttered your Graces as they saw. Rae squeezed Robb's last time she was in Sept with a body laid out like this was for her adoptive father. Robb pulled her close to his side. Daeny came over hugging her other side. They knelt before body praying Mace was received in the seven gods embrace.
Willas arrived at Margaery's chambers in the tower of the hand. He was dressed in black with golden roses sewn into his doublet. He looked every bit the Lord of Reach. He nodded to the guards. They allowed him to pass. Margaery sat facing away from the door. Her hair was pulled half back. She was dressed in a sleeveless gown with v-neckline. The bodice had golden vines embroidered on it. It was like a vest held in place with a simple closure. The skirt part of the gown was embroidered with roses in a black thread it was weighted fabric. Her hand rested on her belly and she stared off into space. There were clear tear tracks on her face. Willas came over to her taking the seat next to her. Margaery turned seeing her brother not her grandmother.
"Where is grandmother?"
"In her chambers until the funeral after your trail, she will return to Highgarden,"
"Why?"
"My orders so she does not get herself tried for treason." Willas started. Margaery turned and looked at him with a shock expression on her face. There were tears hiding in Willas eyes. Margaery could see them all the same. Willas poured himself a glass of wine and glass for Margaery. She took it taking a small slip. Willas took a drink. There was an unspoken question hung in the air. "She flat out accused Queen Raenera of killing her son," Willas explain.
"She is not the rightful queen," Margaery stated acting on instinct.
"That right there is what got you in this mess Marg," Willas told her.
Margaery and Willas regarded each other for a long moment. Neither of them spoke for a time. They both looked out of King's Landing. Margaery mind was working on what that meant for their grandmother.
"Grandmother did that. She is so lost in her grief than. She cannot help me now," Margaery said forlornly.
"What do you need help with Margaery," Willas asked.
Margaery did not answer at first. She bit her bottom lip. She took a drink of her wine. Willas grabbed her hand giving it a squeeze. It was enough for Margaery to turn and look at him. She looked away from him.
"You can trust me, sister," Willas told her.
"I'm pregnant," Margaery confessed.
"What," Willas said in shock.
"It gets worst. I do not know whose child it is" Margaery confessed more.
Willas grip him cane getting up walking over to the window. He leaned heavily on his hand on the wall. This was all he needed now.
"Please tell me that you are not telling me that you lay with that gods-forsaken pirate traitor…" Willas trailed off. He turned to look at his sister. She looked down sheepishly. Willas cursed turning away from her. Margaery came over placing her hands on his back. "You did, what in the seven gods were you thinking Marg. What are we going to do?" Willas ranted.
"That why I called for grandmother. She always knows what to do" Margaery said.
Willas thought about the problem for a moment. He turned to look at his sister. They both looked out on King's Landing. He put his arm around his sister. She looked up at him.
"Here is what you are going to do. Claim that the child is your husbands. And pray to all and any of the gods that will heed you that it looks like you or Edmure," Willas told her.
"If I live to see it born," Margaery laughed forlornly.
"If you are found guilty, I will plead to the crown. I will have you taken to Highgarden were you will live under guard but in comfort until the child comes to be born. At such time then and only then will the sentence be carried out," Willas vowed.
Margaery and Willas met unspoken exchange that happened. This was her protective eldest brother. He would get her out of this alive if possible; even if it meant defining the crown and smuggling her out of Westeros to Lys or any other place in Essos.
The throne room was filled with people. There was a witness stand and a place for the prisoner to be chained. Rae sat on the Iron Throne with Robb sat on her right. Daeny stood by her left. Tyrion stood by Robb with the Hand of King pin on his doublet. The same dragon glass rested on Rae's head. Now she had a matching dragon glass necklace that center stone rest in the valley of her breasts. She was dressed in a rich red satin gown that danced the floor. The bodice had dragons dancing with direwolves embroidered in silver thread. The bodice came to a point where sheer silk in softer red shade played over the red satin gown. The silk had silver trim on the bottom of it. The bodice also had sweetheart neckline that attached to three quarter length sleeves before a band made silver was at. It was where the sleeves turned from satin to silk. The silk of sleeves fell over her hands. Daeny was dress in a rich red gown that had keyhole neckline. It had long sleeves with red silk over top of them that fell all the way to floor like a cape. The bodice had dragons embroidered in black thread. The bodice petal-like bottom before it gave way to unembroidered skirt. The silk of her gown had dragons shoot flames embroidered in black. There was one other chair on the stage where the Iron Throne was at. There on the left were two chairs that were being guarded by Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Markas Dayne. Ned stood off near Ser Markas Dayne. On the other side sat in a chair was Sansa. Sansa was dress in a black gown with direwolves and roses in golden thread embroidered on the bodice. The skirt of the gown was flowy and made of fines silks. Willas Tyrell sat near her dressed much like he was dressed yesterday for Mace funeral. Next to them sat Edmure, Sansa gave her uncle hand a squeezed. He smiled down at his niece. His eyes were locked on Averill Crakehall eyes who sat on one the stands on the right side of the room. Next to Willas was Loras and Lady Olenna both dress in there mourning clothes. The stands were filled with people. Lord Varys came over from the right side. He bowed to Robb and Rae. Before he leaned closer to Rae's ear whispering what he just found out about Margaery. Rae's hand went to where her baby now rested in her belly. She in that instant even if Margaery was found guilty she could not have Margaery put to death. The child that rest within Margaery womb was innocent in all of this. And Rae was not a monster like her father. Rae nodded to Lord Varys. He bowed again before he exited the stage. Robb turned and looked at her. His hand went to her stomach.
"What happened?" Robb asked.
"He told me something that I was not prepared for. It will be dealt with in due course," Rae replied.
"Rae sweetheart…" Robb started.
"I will tell you later," Rae said leaning over kissing him.
The door opened Lord Jaime Lannister led in Margaery with Ser Howar Bracken. She was dressed in the same mourning gown as yesterday. Her hands were chained together. People muttered traitor as she passed them. Margaery eyes were locked on Rae and the crown on her head. Their eyes locked with each other as her chained hands were chained to the place she stood for the trail.
Rae and Robb stood up. The rest of the room rose to their feet as they did so. Robb's arm supported Rae's back.
"I Queen Raenera of House Targaryen and House Stark the first of her name; Queen in the North, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady Regent of Seven Kingdoms hereby depose myself of this trail so there in on bias," Rae announced.
"I King Robb of House Stark first of his name; King in the North, King of Andals, the Rhoynar and First Men, Lord Regent of Seven Kingdoms hereby depose myself of this trail so there is no bias. Princess Daenerys, Lord Eddard Stark, and Prince Doran will stand as Judges in our place," Robb announced.
Robb and Rae moved over to the chairs on the left of the stage. Robb helped Rae into her seat before taking his own. He nodded to the judges to take their seats. Daeny sat down on the Iron Throne. She looked every bit of a Targaryen queen. Ned sat in a chair to her left while Prince Doran sat in the right. Tyrion stood by Daeny serving as the Hand of King and Queen. Daeny looked over at Rae. She took a deep breath before she turned back to Margaery.
"Margaery of House Tyrell and Tully you stand accused of High Treason by Her Highness Queen Raenera and His Highness King Robb are you guilty of the crime?" Daenerys asked.
"No" Margaery lied.
"Very well then, the crown can call it first witness," Daeny said.
The trial commenced with each passing testimony the guilt of Margaery came clearer. There was the testimony of her ladies maids Jasmyn Costayne, and Maryska Hewett. They told how they have seen Euron leave the room and how the room smelled of sex after he left. They also testified that they saw her brew and drink moon tea. Margaery rage was building with each passing moment. Meya Nutt came to stand. She testifies that she had seen Lady Margaery was seen give Euron money and him returning to with vial that Lady Margaery hid in her trunk. Next came Grand Maester Pycelle.
"Grand Maester you store a large number of poisons do you not?" Eddard asked.
"Yes, Lord Stark," Grand Maester Pycelle.
"Can you identify this vial for us?" Doran asked.
One of the guards moved forward giving Grand Maester Pycelle the vial. He looked at vial for a long moment. Lady Olenna watched as Grand Maester Pycelle examined the vial. She thought he was one of the few friends that she had in the capital. She secretly prayed that he could not identify what was in the vial.
"It is Tears of Lys judges," Grand Maester Pycelle answered.
"Thank you Grand Maester you may exit the stand," Daeny said.
Next came another of Margaery maids, Krystine Piper. This was the most damning evidence against Margaery. Krystine looked over to Edmure mouthing the words forgive. She knew how much Edmure loved Margaery.
"Lady Krystine what are you?"
"I am lady's maid you Lady Margaery after her marriage to Lord Edmure," Lady Krystine answered.
"Tell what you spoke to Lady Margaery about?" Prince Doran asked.
" She told us that she would like to keep us as her maids once she was queen," Krystine said.
"Once she was queen was she planning regicide?" Eddard asked.
"Yes, she told us once she was rid of her husband. That she would be free to marry a king," Krystine testified.
"Did she tell you which king?" Daeny asked.
"No, Princess Daenerys, I assumed it was all planned with Euron. She showed me the vial," Krystine said.
"Can you tell me what she said she was going to do with the vial?" Daenerys asked.
"Kill Lord Edmure," Krystine said.
"We have heard enough. Thank you, Lady Krystine next I like to hear from Lady Olenna," Eddard said.
Lady Olenna stood on the stand. Margaery looked over to grandmother hopefully. She would be given a chance to explain her case.
"Lady Margaery was married once before is that correct," Prince Doran asked.
"Yes to Renly Baratheon," Lady Olenna said.
"Was it not at that time he declared himself king making your granddaughter a Queen," Eddard asked.
"Yes, he was foolish. I warn Mace about that. But he was sure he was a good fit for our Margaery. The Tyrell family has always been on the crown side in all things," Lady Olenna reasoned.
Margaery could see that her grandmother likely would turn on her. She was trying to save the Tyrell family. Lady Olenna was lead back over to the chair. She looked at Margaery. Margaery looked at Queen Raenera with murderous rage.
"You are not the rightful queen. Your nephew Aegon is the rightful King. I would be his queen if we knew about it," Margaery yelled.
Raenera stood up that was what they hoped for. She all but announced her guilty. Everyone in the room stood up. Raenera turned her eyes to Margaery.
"You all but prove your guilt. Let the court know that only told Euron Greyjoy a known traitor to the crown that in confidence. We were alone at that time. The fact she knows his name Aegon is proof of that," Rae said.
"Aegon died as a baby here in Kings Landing," Prince Doran said.
"I have another nephew one very much alive but he has taken the black," Rae said.
Eddard, Daenerys, and Prince Doran looked at each other. They all nodded their head they had reached a decision.
"Lady Margaery you hear by found guilty of the crimes of Treason and attempting homicide and regicide. Your sentence is to be decided by King Robb and Queen Raenera," Eddard announced.
The room erupted into chaos. Willas took his cane moving toward Raenera and Robb. Sansa looked at him sadly. Lady Olenna closed her eyes sinking down into the chair. Once Willas in front of King Robb and Queen Raenera he dropped to his knees.
"Please Your graces, I plead mercy. She is with a child please do not. I will keep her in Highgarden with a guard of your choosing. She will pay for what she has done I vow but please don't kill an innocent child," Willas pleaded.
Robb helped Willas to his feet. He looked at Willas he could see tears coursing down his face. He then looked over to Rae. She had her hand on her belly. There was not a shock expression on her face. It was clear that this was Lord Varys has told her. That Margaery was pregnant.
"Your plead for mercy has not fallen on deaf ears. Lady Margaery will be taken to Highgarden under the watch of Ser Markas until such time that she gives birth to her child. At which time after she declared healthy Ser Markas will bring her to Winterfell to have justice be served," Rae announced.
An author notes: How should Margaery die? Should the child be a girl or boy or both? Who should the father be?