*Author's Note: I apologize for not updating this since the previous chapter. I am a member of my state's National Guard, and we were called to help with the damage wrought about by Hurricane Helene. I am trying to get this updated on the regular so that you can continue to read this story of mine. Please be warned, there will be sexual content in this chapter. Enjoy the read!*

I'm not letting anyone take you from me this time.

Tommen continued to tell himself that throughout the following days. His wedding to Margaery would be upon him within two days. In the time leading up to the wedding, much had occurred, and much had changed. Word had been sent to his sister and her betrothed of the upcoming wedding, and she would be in attendance. As a wedding gift for his sister and soon-to-be good-brother, he had the Mountain heavily sedated and addled by the milk of the poppy and shipped to Dorne with Oberyn; he chained the mad beast down and began to get his vengeance for his sister. No one ever heard from Ser Gregor Clegane, and quite frankly, nobody cared to hear from him again. One less monster in the world made all the commoners sleep easier.

Tommen had met with Bronn again in private and spoke to him over dealing with Lord Petyr Baelish. With the knowledge given to him by the Crone before his reincarnation, Tommen knew that the dishonorable scum would be heading straight for the Vale. He then had Varys send word to his birds in the Vale, and who would then report back the moment Baelish had arrived. That man thrived in chaos, and Tommen sought to end him for it. No more would he slip back into the shadows.

Tommen, Jaime and Lord Tywin had seen Tyrion off to the Wall. He still held the letter given to him by the King, and he knew that it was for Tommen that he was still alive with most of his dignity intact. He would not fail his favorite nephew. While Tywin said nothing, Jaime and Tommen spoke to Tyrion, wishing him well in his endeavors at Castle Black.

"Good luck up there. I don't know how you'll manage, given how brothers of the Night's Watch aren't allowed to fuck."

"Where there is a will, there is a way my dear brother. I'll miss you. Stay safe down here."

He then turned to the King.

"I owe you my gratitude and much more, dear nephew. I will find some way to repay this debt I have incurred. I promise it."

"I know Uncle. You'll do well up there. I plan to write to you when I can. Take care."

That was over a week ago. Since then, life was passing by like a tempest's whirlwind. He felt as if he had aged tremendously, even though it had been a little less than two weeks since his coronation. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, indeed. Tommen thought. He had to find some kind of hobby to let loose the stress that he was feeling, rather than bottle it up inside of him.

It was in these thoughts that Tommen discovered a newfound passion for fishing, as well as sparring lessons with Ser Loras. He was years behind in learning, but it also gave him an opportunity to genuinely get to know his soon-to-be good-brother. While he already knew him to be queer, he wasn't going to hold it against him. He didn't care if he liked cocks or cunts, Tommen wanted a damned good instructor to teach him how to fight and defend himself. He knew the road ahead was a path marred with difficulties that awaited. At least once every couple of nights, he was plagued with the nightmare of a sea of glowing blue eyes. He considered asking Bronn for instruction, as the man was good at his work, but decided that he would wait to ask him when next they saw each other.

During the times that he went fishing, his grandfather would often join him, and they would bond further over this shared hobby. Lord Tywin would often tell Tommen stories of his youth, back whenever Steffon Baratheon and a rather then-sane Aerys Targaryen fought together in the many wars of old. Tommen couldn't help but note how sad it was that the Mad King's descent into madness began in those early days. He pressed his grandfather for information about his time as Hand for the previous Kings and wanted to know how best to better the realm. Their conversations continued long after the fishing concluded.

"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby see you these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another, and say the words."

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers, and she is mine, from this day, until the end of my days," Tommen spoke.

"Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his, and he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days," Margaery spoke.

After they spoke the words, the new King and Queen leaned forward to seal their bond with a kiss. The entirety of the congregation in the Sept cheered, excitement and hope heavy in the air for the young newlyweds. A great feast was to be held, and both poor and nobles alike were hosted; part of it was Margaery's idea, and the other part was Tommen's. He intended on keeping his word about a united Westeros, and that included the common folk and noble folk as well. A united front must be present whenever the Dragon Queen came from across the Narrow Sea.

As they parted from their kiss, Tommen opened his eyes, looking into hers, and smiled. He was grateful for the Seven in this moment, feeling the love and warmth that radiated from his now-wife's eyes. She smiled at him, her eyes glowing with a light that shone with true happiness. Though Tommen knew that she held a great desire to be queen, he also knew that there was something there in his wife's gaze when he stared into those beautiful eyes. Grasping her hand in his, they turned towards the crowd, the cheers and applause continuing to resonate throughout the Sept.

They walked down the steps, moving down the aisle; Lord Tywin smiled at his grandson, truly happy for him in this moment. Though he and his grandfather had some rather tense discussions in the last several days, Tommen knew that he meant well and wouldn't ruin this for him, unlike his now-deceased mother had done in his previous life. His Uncle Jaime was there, as well as his beloved sister Myrcella, standing with the congregation from Dorne, her betrothed standing beside her. Tommen and Margaery made their way towards them.

"Congratulations, my King," Myrcella said jokingly, but bowing respectfully towards her brother and his wife. Prince Trystane joined her in doing so. "I look forward to the many years of friendship we will have together, your Grace," she spoke towards Margaery.

Margaery smiled before responding, "And I you, sister. My King, would you mind if I were to converse with my good-sister, since I truly have not had the opportunity to do so?" Tommen nodded his consent towards his wife and sister. "Anything for my beloved Queen," he responded, bringing her hand up to his mouth so that he could kiss it before letting her go. "I actually wanted to talk to my sister's betrothed, so this worked out perfectly fine." Prince Trystane had a surprised look upon his face, but nodded his head in agreement. "Of course, your Grace," he responded.

The four went their ways, the men moving towards the table to grab refreshments, and the ladies walking towards the balcony to discuss whatever it was they needed to discuss. Once the King and Prince had filled their goblets with the finest wines, they moved away from most of the other nobles and commoners in attendance, not wanting their conversation to be overheard. "I will cut straight to the point, Prince Trystane. Do you love my sister?" Tommen asked him.

"I would die for her, your Grace. She means the world to me." He kneeled in front of the King. "If you would allow it, your Grace, I wish to marry her as soon as your word says." Tommen reached down with his hand, helping the kneeling Prince back to his feet. "Prince Trystane, I gladly accept your proposition. We will arrange it as soon as possible. But it will come at a cost." The Dornish Prince furrowed his eyebrows, confused and worried. "I don't understand, your Grace," he spoke.

"You can never utter a word to anyone of what I am about to tell you, Prince Trystane. I have it on good authority that there will be an attempt on my sister's life, simply because she is of the Lannister bloodline, and because of the fued between our great houses. There are those both here in King's Landing and in Dorne that would see the union be broken, twisted and mangled beyond repair. I don't want that to happen. I can see that you care deeply for her, and that you love her. I ask that you come to King's Landing permanently, and take a position on my small council as Master of Laws. Your uncle, Prince Oberyn, currently holds the position, but he is simply holding it as a courtesy to the crown for when my soon-to-be-good-brother takes the seat. Are these acceptable terms to you?" Tommen asked.

"Absolutely," Prince Trystane spoke without a doubt. "I will do whatever I must to keep her safe. If you believe that we are in danger, then we will heed your word and stay here in King's Landing. Though my father will miss me in Dorne, I know that I have a duty; to you, to your sister, my people, and the people of the seven kingdoms." He raised an eyebrow to Tommen. "Do you have anymore requests, your Grace?"

Tommen smiled. "Just one. My own flesh and blood brother was an absolute menace, and a terror to all who were unfortunately around him. I truly would like to have a brother and friend that I didn't have growing up." He offered his hand to the Prince Trystane, who took it immediately, shaking it with a smile.

"I agree to your request," the Dornish Prince spoke.

Lord Hand Tywin Lannister and now Lord of Casterly Rock Jaime Lannister watched the conversation from afar, consulting with the other nobles in the crowd. Though Tywin had no want to interact with the common folk that had been allowed to attend the wedding ceremony, he had to acknowledge that it was a masterful move on his grandson's part; a King that interacted with his people was one to be loved. Tommen was becoming every bit the King that his brother failed to become. Though a small part missed his daughter, he also knew that Cersei's constant interference and dimwittedness would have cost them in the long run. The woman had an agenda of her own, and she wasn't as smart as she thought she was. With Cersei gone, there was no one that could be corrupted by her sinking her claws into them.

"I believe that our young King is securing yet another piece on the board for us," Tywin spoke to his son.

"I won't deny it father. He actually gives me hope for the future," Jaime said in response.

"He has done the same for me. Though the events that have passed in recent times have had their fill of tragedy, I am thankful for what order has come from it."

Jaime's face fell some, his thoughts thinking back to his sister. "I still find it hard to believe that she is gone. A part of me died with her, I think."

Tywin nodded, grunting into his goblet as he brought it up to his lips. He sighed after the long drink. "Your sister's passing was tragic. But I agree with what our King has said." He turned to Jaime. "You need to be away from King's Landing for some time. Too much has happened here, and its effect on you is wearing you down. As the new Lord of Casterly Rock, you need to wed and have children that will carry on the name of Lannister." He could see the protest in his son's eyes, but he placed a firm hand onto his shoulder. "It's like I told you so long ago Jaime. I need you to become the man you were always meant to be. Not next year, not tomorrow. Now."

Jaime bowed his head, finally giving up and relenting. "Will I at least choose who it is that I wish to marry?"

As the festivies continued into the night, the newlyweds were hoisted up, be carried by the nobles to the bed chamber. Both Tommen and Margaery laughed, the wine they both had been drinking taking an edge off of the tension that neither knew to be there. Tommen, of course, was a virgin, as was Margaery, despite her previous marriages; none of them had moved forward to taking her maidenhood, but this one would apparently be the one to do the trick. As they were placed in their personal chambers, the door was closed shut behind them, with Kingsguard posted out front. Tommen looked over to see his wife, his Queen, and he could see the hunger and desire there.

He vividly remembered this portion from his previous life, and decided to call upon his experience from then to help him now.

"My Queen," he spoke softly. She chuckled softly. "My King," she responded. Before either knew what they were doing, they were upon each other, mouths crashing into each other with an unrequited passion whose appetite needed to be satiated. Their tongues danced with each other, moaning softly as their hands roamed over one another's bodies. Tommen wanted to explore every part of his wife, and Margaery was surprised at the eagerness and desire that her husband had for her. They broke apart temporarily to catch their breath, allowing Tommen to whisper into her ear.

"If I lived a hundred lifetimes, I would make you mine in every one of them."

The passionate admission made her weak in the knees, rekindling the fire that had been halted when they broke their kiss. She leaned forward to taste his lips again, but not before whispering into his ear this time. "And I would let you take me in all one hundred of them." She trailed the kisses from below his ear, under his jaw, and again onto his mouth. Not caring for propriety anymore, they both began to roughly tug on each other's clothing, Tommen's hands pulling on the laces of her dress, Margaery's hands pulling on his tunic, both trying to undress the other as quick as humanly possible.

When they had finally stripped one another of their clothing, Tommen immediately reached down to pick her up, eliciting a surprised yelp and giggle from Margaery. His strength surprised her as he lowered her onto the bed. With no fabric in sight to separate them now, Tommen and Margaery's skin met, the shared warmth from each other radiating into their passionate love making. Tommen trailed his kisses from her mouth down her neck, collarbone, and eventually, her breasts. Margaery let out a sound she didn't know she was capable of making. How could this sweet and innocent husband of hers seem to have the knowledge of what made her feel good? She didn't care for the answer, as he was bringing about pleasure she didn't think was imaginable, let alone possible.

After gently sucking and biting her sensitive peaks, he moved his mouth down further to the heat that was pulsating between her legs. Her hands immediately went to his head, guiding him down to her folds and reveling in the ecstasy that Tommen brought her. Her fingers ran through his messy blonde hair as he continued to make love to her. All that Margaery cared about in that moment was the blissful and electric feeling running through her body as Tommen's mouth was kissing a different set of lips. The climax she could feel building up made her want more, she had to have more; she let out a primal cry, one that matched the explosion of euphoria that she felt go throughout her entire body.

As she rode the waves of her climax, she still felt wanting. She had to have him, the Rose had a taste of the Lion Stag's stamina, and wanted more.

Not saying a word, she pulled Tommen off of her lower region and brought him up to kiss her. She could taste the after effects of her on his tongue and lips, but didn't care. If anything, it made Margaery want Tommen that much more. "I. Need. You," she said in between kisses. "Now." Moving a hand towards his lower region, she felt him and was yet again surprised. He wasn't a horse by any means, like that Podrick fellow that the maidens scandalously giggled about, but her husband was well blessed to say the least; well blessed and rock hard. He parted her legs, gently teasing her entrance with his member, before she could no longer take it and greedily had him enter her.

The gasp and moan that Tommen and Margaery let out was barely scratching the tip of the iceberg. "I want to do this until you are with child," the King moaned into her ear, eliciting a gasp at his proclamation. As his thrusts began to level out and reach a steady pace, she moaned back into his ear. "Then give your Queen a child," she said, making Tommen bite into her shoulder, leaving his mark as he gently sucked on her flesh there. He then left another trail of kisses, moving up her shoulder, onto her neck again, and then reclaiming her mouth with his own. The thrusts began to pick up speed.

Margaery continued to moan into his mouth with each thrust, indescribable pleasure coming with each thrust. "Don't stop," she begged him. "Keep going. I... I'm..."

Tommen could feel her inner walls closing in around his member, and he could feel himself ready to give out into her at any moment now. "Margaery..." Tommen said, his breath hitching. The walls continued to close in, until finally it was as tight as he could handle it. Wrapping her legs around him, the newlyweds climaxed. With a guttural moan from him and a eyes-rolling-into-the-back-of-head shout from her, Tommen emptied himself into Margaery, letting loose with every last thrust he had. She still had her legs wrapped around him tightly, wanting every last ounce from him that she could get. Margaery felt as if she were seeing stars in this moment, and Tommen felt as if he had been pulled back from reality to stand before the Seven again, the feeling was so overwhelming for him. As both of their visions cleared, still connected, Tommen leaned forward to softly kiss Margaery.

Breaking apart, Tommen looked into her eyes. "I love you."

Tears began to show, prickling at the corners of Margaery's eyes. "I love you too." She smiled, bringing one of her hands up to caress her husband's face. "And I can tell that you love me. I thought I knew love from what I've seen of others, but Tommen..." She shook her head gently. "You've really shown me what love is." She moved to kiss him again, and he could feel himself melt into her arms once more. They would go several more rounds, damn near breaking the bed they were in, before they both gave out and relented to sleep's siren-like calling. As they fell asleep, Tommen wrapped his arms around Margaery, savoring in the warmth of their embrace. Margaery rested her head on his chest, smiling in contentness at the rythmic beating of her husband's heart.

Though Tommen knew that there was a long road ahead of them, it was the moments like this with Margaery that he would come to savor.

A Few Months Later

"To Jon Snow,

I hope this letter finds you well. Though we have met in passing, we never truly spoke to one another. I find it sad that we never truly got to speak to one another. My father was busy discussing with your father the plans they had in store. Your sister was set to marry my despicable brother, and we left not long after your youngest brother fell from the tower there in Winterfell.

It seems like a different lifetime, to be completely honest. You and I both have had our fair share of surprises since then, I am certain. I never expected to sit the Iron Throne, and to this day, it still surprises me. But I know the danger that awaits us in the deep north. I have heeded the warnings, and I have been given a vision of what should happen, should we not be united in the face of this danger. I know what lies beyond the Wall at Castle Black, and it isn't the Wildlings that keep me up at night. That is why I am sending this letter with someone that I hope will bring you the mind of a tactician, something I firmly believe has been missing from up there.

My Uncle Tyrion may not be a talented swordsman, or an expert marksman with a bow and arrow. But he did repel the forces back at the Battle of Blackwater Bay. I would ask that you listen to the advice he has to offer. Though my prideful grandfather would never admit it, Uncle Tyrion is one of the most intelligent people in all of Westeros. Not to mention, his humor is unmatched.

I also wish for you to discuss this next topic with those above you at Castle Black. I have a countless amount of wildfire caches that I very much wish to dispose of. I can think of no better usage than benefits both of us than to give them to you at Castle Black to use against wildings and White Walkers. My nights are plagued by the sea of glowing blue eyes that are coming down from the north. Tell the men of Castle Black that their King supports their efforts, and that you will not be alone in this fight. The last hopes of Westeros rest on the shoulders of the Night's Watch and the King, myself. Heavy grows the head that wears the crown, and heavy grows my head as I write this letter to you.

Consider what I have spoken of, Jon Snow. We have a great many enemies waiting for our move, and an even greater amount of innocents relying on us to protect them from the Long Night that is on the horizon.

My last task for you is one that requires you to do what many will deem impossible.

I need you to capture a wight.

Completion of this task will result in the unity of the entire realm against a common foe, and peace in our time. Please Jon. Help me bring peace in our time. When I have children one day, I wish to tell them of how the strongest of Westeros put aside their differences and fought to save all of mankind. A dream has been realized, and it will be brought to fruition.

Your ally in these perilous times,

Tommen I Baratheon
King of the Andals and First Men
Lord of the Seven Kingdoms"

Jon Snow looked at the letter is disbelief, having read it aloud at the behest of Maester Aemon, Ser Alliser Thorne and others at the high table. The disgraced knight looked at Jon, baffled at the words that their supposed new boy King had sent them. Tyrion Lannister stood before them as well.

"What the fuck," was all he said, shaking his head. Sure enough, the letter had been sealed with the official seal of the King. There was no way possible that this letter was forged. Right?

"My nephew seems to believe that we have bigger priorities than what he originally led myself and others to believe," Tyrion spoke. "I am skeptical still about White Walkers, but if he was serious enough to write to you about them, then surely that must mean that King Tommen believes in the threat north of the Wall?"

"Suppose that King Tommen is right. What good will wildfire do us? We would be mad to use it, just like the Mad King."

Jon Snow spoke up for the first time after reading the letter aloud. "Perhaps that is what he intended. I don't think we're going to win against the wildings or the White Walkers if we fight through traditional means. How do you propose we go about using the wildfire then, Tyrion Lannister?"

"Wildfire can only be put out by large quantities of sand, so once it is lit, then it won't be put out. I can confirm that the older and longer it stays stored, the more potent that it will become. When Stannis Baratheon's naval forces were in Blackwater Bay, I had a single ship loaded with nearly 8,000 jars ignited once they were in close enough range. Stannis' fleet was devastated and nearly completely destroyed. We could do something similar with the wildfire, but on the ground. Caste Black is the choke point of the Wall, so it would only make sense that we force both wildlings and White Walkers into a bottle neck."

Over the next hour, Tyrion discussed these tactics with Jon, Maester Aemon, Ser Alliser, and others. But all discussions came to a halt whenever Ser Alliser brought up a rather relevant point. "How the fuck are we going to capture a wight?"

No one had an answer for that.