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Loras rode through the Crownlands hunting. He was trying to keep his mind off the fact that he would have to marry shortly to a woman that did not care for at all. She would be pretty enough that was for sure. She no doubts would be plumper her than he would like. And to make matter worst she was from a traitorous family. It did not help matters now that his family was on shaky ground. He dismounted his horse near a stream splashing water on his face. When he looked up he spied a young woman. Her hair was medium length pin straight black in color. Her eyes were green. She had more a boyish figure than feminine one. She was curvy she was more athletic but she was not even that. She did not remind him of Brienne of Tarth. He knew she was a girl by her face. Some of her features were feminine in nature. They stared at each other for a long moment. This girl was clearly from up class. She was not dressed like beggars and farmer from the area. No, she was from a higher class dress in better clothes perhaps and lord's daughter or sister. Loras made up his mind in that instant. He crossed the stream standing before the girl.
"What is your name?" Loras asked.
"Renei Mooton. Lord William Mooton of Maidenpool sister," Renei said.
In Loras' mind, she was pretty enough. He had a plan in his head. Her name was even similar to Renly's. It was perfect. He worked out a plan that would he hope get his family back off shaky ground.
"Are you married or betrothed," Loras asked.
"No," Renei answered.
Loras leaned forward locking his lips with her thinner lips. Soon they were lost in a kiss. His hands framed her face. He poured all his passion and love for Renly into that kiss. It was all a lie to him. But if he could get her to fall for him his plan would work. This was the first time she was ever kissed by a man. Suddenly the sound a man hunting for her where heard.
"Renei were in Seven Hells have you gone," A man yelled.
"Coming brother," Renei replied yelling back. She turned to Loras again. She leaned forward to kiss softly again. She herself had her own plan to get away from her cowardly and timid brother that wanted her to marry Bracks Rogers of Amberly. And truthfully she wanted nothing to do with the man. She was more interested in Giya her handmaiden that her brother got her. Loras pulled away from her for a moment. He produced a red rose weaving it behind her ear. "What is your name good Ser," Renei asked coyly.
"Loras of House Tyrell, Lord of the Twins," Loras told her.
"It is pleasure to meet you, Lord Loras, I hope to see you again," Renei replied.
Willas and Sansa were discussing them heading back to High Garden. When they did, they would be taking Margaery, Markas Dayne, and Lady Olenna. They were eating dinner fireplace in their chambers by the window. It was the gathering place in the room. The bedroom part of chambers was closed off by heavy curtains that were closed. Willas took Sansa's hand kissing the top of it as their eyes meet. His cane was leaning against the side of the table. They were disagreeing on some things. Sansa did not trust Margaery to anywhere near her family. And that was now what Willas was her family. Along with any child she may have with Willas. And Olenna was much to like Margaery for Sansa likes or was it Margaery was too much like Olenna. The only reason Sansa was sure that she had not sided with her granddaughter was the risk of her losing their positions in the great game. It was all about power with them. She gave him a forced smile as he dropped her hand. She took a drink of golden wine. It was sweet tasted of ripped fruits. It was nothing like drinks of the harsh north.
"You not happy sweetness," Willas stated once he ate a piece of meat.
"She betrayed my family. I know she is your sister but is a traitor to the crown. All because she wants a power that she has no right to. She would have murdered my brother or my good sister to seat on that Iron Throne," Sansa spoke harshly.
She was she-wolf under all the dreams of finery and the stories of fair maidens. She met his eyes. He did not look happy. She looked down it was not his fault. This was also his family. He used the table to support himself as he moved until he stood behind her chair. His hands rest on her shoulders. He leaned down kissing the top of her head. He smiled as his lips rested on her head. He loved the wolf blood in her. His grandmother did not know what waited for her she baited Sansa too much.
"Forgive me for not wanting that in my new home. Our home, that if the Gods will it so our children be born in soon," Sansa pleaded.
The image of little Sansa played in his mind in the great hall of Highgarden. Sansa's arms rest a young boy that looked like himself but with Sansa's blue eyes. He let out a deep sigh.
"I see your point. I'll talk to your brother and your good-sister on the marrow," Willas told her.
"Willas you don't," Sansa started.
"I do, I cannot say if my grandmother will not try to help her in the end. I don't know if I will not be tempted to help her in the end for she is my sister. And for all her faults I do love her. It's that reason alone that I feel it is best if she remains here in King's Landing under the crown rule. In time, when she bares this child into the world I'll ask that child to be our ward. If you are agreeable my love," Willas cut her off by the end it was pleading tone.
"Okay," Sansa agreed knowing Willas was giving up a great lot for her. She could raise a child that was not hers.
"I know we will raise it to be the best. For it will have the best adoptive mother possible and with all hopes siblings to grow up with." Willas told her as he moved so she could see his eyes. They were a lust filled. She gave him coy smile. She reached up touching his jawline lovingly. "Maybe we should start working said siblings," Willas suggested.
"My lord," Sansa said acting shocked.
"Willas, my dear," Willas told her leaning down near her face.
"Willas," Sansa said coyly looking up at him with hooded eyes.
"Sansa" Willas groaned as his lips touched hers.
She smiled into the kiss. Her hands went around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His free hand danced up her back of the gown. He was looking for the closer of the back of her gown to remove it. They were lost in a lust filled kiss when suddenly the door burst open. Loras stormed in. Sansa turned bright red and went to hide behind Willas. Willas rose to his full height supporting himself with his crane as Sansa's hand rested on his back.
"What is the meaning of this" Willas growled.
"Forgive me brother, good sister," Loras started.
"Loras," Sansa greeted peeking her head over Willas's shoulders. She leaned up kissing Willas on his cheek. She could tell Loras wanted to talk to his brother alone. It was man talk. Her lips traveled to his lips. "I'll be waiting in our bed my love," Sansa told him.
Sansa walked off behind the curtains. Willas turned and watched her go. He turned back to his youngest brother. He gave him a hard stare. Loras poured himself a goblet of wine, taking a drink of it.
"Forgive me, brother, I did not realize you," Loras started.
"How do think I'll get an heir brother dear," Willas asked sarcastically.
"You have been trying a lot," Loras said with laughter in his voice.
"What is it Loras" Willas growled.
"I don't want to marry Roslin Frey. I found a better bride," Loras told him finishing his wine.
"Who," Willas asked unimpressed.
"Lady Renei Mooton," Loras told him.
"You truly want to marry her. This not some ploy to get out of unwanted marriage," Willas asked knowing his brother.
"Yes, this is no ploy brother. I want to marry Renei" Loras told him.
"Then you must talk to Lord Edmure, Lord William Mooton is a lord of the Riverlands. If you want to marry her you need his agreement and permission. That or King Robb's or Queen's Raenera but I thought they arranged the marriage between you and Roslin," Willas told him.
Raenera sat in Robb's and her shared chambers dressed only white silk nightdress. Her hair was down in loose curls. Her hand rested on the small swell where their child now rested. She knew it would not be long before the child would make itself known growing her belly to point she could not hide the bump. Robb would love those times. His hands were nearly always resting on the bump when they could. He knew that he hoped to be back in Winterfell by her time. A maid came into the room walked over to Raenera whispering in her ear. Once the news was told to her the maid bowed leaving the room. Robb came into the room right when the maid left. He shut door crossing to the room to her. He leaned down kissing her. Before, he moved her hair so he could attack her neck with love bits and kisses.
"What was that all about?" Robb asked.
"Varys is not the only with spies," Rae moaned as Robb found the spot where her neck met her collar bones.
Robb moved to meet her eyes in the mirror. This was how Rae was so good at the game. She did not trust the Master of Whispers to tell her everything.
"What did she have to say?" Robb asked.
"It seems that Tyrion and Daeny have been spotted together in a passionate kiss," Rae told him.
"You have no problem with this" Robb asked as he undressed.
"I trust Daeny and Tyrion as much as I can trust most people. Not as much as I trust you but…" Rae started to explain.
"I understand," Robb told her kissing her forehead.
Rae and Robb kissed again. His hand wandered down to the baby bump. He leaned down placing a kiss on the bump. He lovely caressed the bump. Rae's hands tangled into his curls. He looked up at her with a happy smile on his face.
"What did your father have to say about Edmure marriage to Margaery?" Rae asked.
"It's annulled if Edmure truly wishes it to be. But his son Garth will be a bastard. I have told Edmure that. Edmure told me he wishes that it would be annulled and asked me to legitimize his son Garth," Robb told her.
"And you have agreed," Rae said.
"Yes, my love I have," Robb told her.
Edmure sat in his chamber with Garth on his knee. He questioned if Garth was even his child. The only trait that he seems to have was the Tully red hair. He lovingly touched the baby curls. A knock sounded at his door.
"Enter," Edmure called out.
"Is this him," Averill asked.
"Yes, Lady Averill this is my son Garth," Edmure told her.
Averill reached out to hold the child. Edmure let her take the baby from his arms. She smiled and lovingly bounced the baby on her hip. She smiled at Garth and before smoothing down his velvet like curls down. She kissed the top of his head. Edmure watched Averill mother the baby with a smile on his face. Maybe this time he had the right bride in front of him.
"Lady Averill would you marry me," Edmure asked.
"I don't have much in the way of dowry," Averill told him.
"I don't need your dowry. I need a mother for Garth and loving dutiful wife," Edmure told her.
"Then yes," Averill said kissing the baby once more.
Edmure came over hugging his little family close. He knew Averill had no hopes of better marriage. She was a lesser lords' daughter. And she was a beauty but nowhere near as pretty as Margaery was. And he was content with that. Garth made cute baby noises. A knock again sounded at his door. Edmure turned and glared at the door.
"Go into the other room," Edmure whispered.
Averill shook her head. She leaned up kissing Edmure softly. She headed toward the door with Garth still in her arms. She looked lovingly at Edmure before she walked out of the room with Garth.
"Lord Loras," Averill said shocked
"Lady Averill?" Loras said shocked.
"Just retrieving Garth for Nurse Brise," Averill told him.
"He has grown quite handsome see that Brise feed him," Edmure said as he comes over to the pair. He looked longingly at Averill. She smiled dropping into small curtsy before she left the pair. Edmure turned his eyes to Loras. "What is Lord Loras," Edmure asked.
"I want your permission to marry Lady Renei Mooton," Loras said at once.
"Are you not betrothed to Roslin Frey," Edmure asked.
"I am but I feel it is not a proper match. She is a daughter of a traitor of the crown. And with my sister also being one. I feel my marriage should show the crown that I, unlike my sister, I am loyal. So I need a bride that is tied to the game at all," Loras said.
"And this Lady Renei Mooton is free of such games," Edmure questioned.
"Yes," Loras answered.
"Fine, I give you leave to write Lord William Mooton asking to marry his sister. Tell him in such raven that you have my backing. Also, it is a greater match then she could hope for. I will tell my nephew and niece of the marriage plans," Edmure said.
The next morning Daeny was sneaking back to her chambers after spending the night with Prince Oberyn. She met Tyrion on her walk back to her chambers right outside his chambers. He gave her a knowing look and she gave him the same knowing look as the door was not completely shut. She spy and a silvery blonde woman in his room.
"Lord Tyrion," Daeny said.
"Princess Daenerys, on an early morning stroll," Tyrion greeted.
"Yes, I wished to the sunrise over black water bay," Daeny lied.
"You don't have to lie to me," Tyrion told her.
"Neither do you," Daeny replied.
"Daena come here," Tyrion called.
Daenessa came forward. Her eyes went wide at the sight of Daenerys. She instantly dropped into a deep curtsy.
"Your Grace," Daena said.
"Daenessa meet Princess Daenerys "Stormborn" Targaryen, mother of dragons, Daenerys meet Daenessa from Braavos," Tyrion introduced
"Lovely to meet you Daenessa you may raise," Daeny said.
Daena rose to her full height. Daeny caught sight of golden dragon pendant that rested around Daena neck. It was of high quality it had to be worth a great deal. It also looked very old. Daena smiled leaning down kissed Tyrion.
"Lord Tyrion offered me a place to stay and he was just so sweet," Daena said.
"I am glad," Daeny said.
"I let you talk I will get us some food my lion," Daena said.
After Daena was out of earshot Daeny gave him a look that said it all. He let out a loud sigh. He looked Daeny up and down. She was dressed in the same gown she was wearing the day before. Her hair was bedridden. She looked like she just rolled out bed or a night of sex. His mind was leaning toward the later.
"You were with someone," Tyrion said motion for her come into his chambers.
"You cannot tell my sister," Daeny said walking into his chambers.
"Who was it?" Tyrion asked looking through Daena things.
He turned to find a less revealing gown than Daena normally wore. It was blood red and dance to the floor. He handed it to Daeny. Daeny looked at him in shock. She quickly ran behind a dressing divider. She took off her old gown replacing it with the red gown. She stepped out behind the divider. Tyrion gave her a knowing look.
"Prince Oberyn," Daeny told him.
"What will happen if you fall with child," Tyrion asked getting the start of a headache.
"I can't fall pregnant. Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal will be the only children I ever have," Daeny revealed. Tyrion poured himself a goblet of wine. He shook his head. He knew she believed that but nothing was sure fully. She caught his look. "I haven't been able to have children since I lost my son and my husband. Believe many men have tried to get me pregnant. It cannot happen," Daeny told him.
"I will not tell your sister this time but next time…"Tyrion started.
"It will not happen again," Daeny said.
Rae and Robb sat on the Throne room of Red Keep. Rae sat on the Iron Throne as it was her birthright. She was deep blue gown on her head was Queen of North crown. Robb sat next to her in the throne that had Dragons and Direwolves on it. It was made of metal. Tyrion stood nearby them as they held court. Rae hand rest on the swell on her belly. Willas approached them. He bowed before them.
"My King, My Queen, your graces I humbly ask that my sister stays in the crown guard in her time awaiting her sentence," Willas pleaded.
"Why have you made such as request?" Robb asked shocked.
"I know my grandmother, and the rest of servants at High Garden will feel for her plight. That and you dear sister my loving wife does not want her in her new home. I wish to make her happy if I can," Willas told them.
Robb and Rae exchanged looks. They were not expecting this request and did not know what to do. They did not plan to head North here very shortly. Robb gave her a look that he remembered trying to keep Jaime in chains. They could not do that with a pregnant a woman. Rae looked at Robb before her eyes fell on Tyrion. They both wanted Sansa's and Willas' marriage to work without the stress of housing Margaery. This could work out better.
"Granted," Rae said.
"I also ask, if the child that she does have become our ward. And be given the name Flowers," Willas asked.
"I will see that is done," Robb replied.
Willas bowed again leaving them. Robb looked at Rae in shock. He was not ready to house another prisoner on the long journey to the North. It would be hard enough on Rae, the dragons and his children. Now adding to a prisoner to mix it would twice as hard. He wished that Rae consulted him before she granted Willas wish.
"Lord Tyrion," Rae called.
"Yes my queen," Tyrion said.
"I want you to stay here in Kings Landing and see to affairs of state here as we travel to Winterfell and The Wall," Rae ordered.
"It will be done," Tyrion told her with a bow.
"I love the way your mind works," Robb laughed leaning over kissing her softly.
They joined hands and smiled at each other. Edmure came forward next. He bowed to his nephew and good niece. He looked up at Robb and Rae.
"Your Graces, I humbly ask permission to marry Lady Averill Crakehall," Edmure addressed them.
"Is this what you truly want," Robb asked.
"I do," Edmure said.
"Granted," Robb said.
Edmure bowed again. He thought for a moment. He paused looked back up at them. They were looking loving at each other. Robb had brought their joined hands to his mouth giving her knuckles a kiss.
"Your Graces, I also wish to inform you that Lord Loras Tyrell, Lord of the Twins asked me last night to marry Lady Renei Mooton instead of Roslin Frey. I have granted his request. I feel he was right to seek a bride not tainted with traitorous blood," Edmure said.
Rae looked shocked as she took this information in. To her knowledge, Loras was interested in men than ladies. So for him to request such a change had to come from somewhere. Edmure had already granted said wish. Robb nodded his head as Edmure departed. Rae rose from the Iron Throne. Robb instantly rose as well; wanting to help her.
"Stay I am fine, I just need to send a letter," Rae told him.
"I worry for you my queen," Robb said lovingly.
"And I you," Rae replied with the same lovingly look.
Renei Mooton was in her chambers with Giya. They were lost in a passionate embrace. Giya dark brown hair flowed down her back she had darkened olive skin. She had freckles that dotted across her perk nose. Her hands were lost in Renei black locks. When a knock sounded on the door to her chambers, Giya instantly jumped up busying herself with straightening the room. She straightens her gown. Renei stood making herself presentable before heading over to the door. She opened to the door to her brother with two raven's letter in his hand.
"I don't know what you have done," William roared.
"Why," Renei questioned.
"You are now betrothed not Bracks Rogers but to Loras of house Tyrell Lord of Twins. And you are formally asked to present yourself before Queen Raenera Stark," William told her.
"Is that not a good thing brother," Renei questioned.
"Before we were under their radar now we are on their maps," William said fearfully.
Renei looked over to Giya. This could work out if she played it right. William left in a fretful state. She shut the door as he left the room. Giya started to pull out Renei best gown. She knew being summoned to court was a big step in Renei life.
"I'm going lose you," Giya said.
"No, you will not," Renei told her.
"I love you Renei," Giya said.
"And I you," Renei said.
AN: What do you think of Loras's new bride to be?