Myrcella

Myrcella woke to her shoulder being shook by someone. She slowly opened her eyes, slightly irritated to be taken from her rest earlier than normal, but when her Mother's face appeared in her sleep addled vision, Myrcella was surprised. "Mother?" she questioned immediately.

Cersei held a small smile, "Good morning my love, up you get, the Queen told me that you are to break your fast with the King today." And Myrcella felt the shock travel through her body. What? How did Mother manage to secure a breakfast with the King?

Myrcella quickly got out of bed, beginning to panic slightly as she had not known of this prior to now, she needed to look her best, and she could still feel her body waking up. Mother looked like she always did, impeccable in a red Lannister dress, and she immediately began combing through Myrcella's hair.

Why was Mother even here? If this were to happen in a regular circumstance then she would simply have maids and servants dress Myrcella, not be here herself. Myrcella felt her Mother braid her hair into the simple Northern style that Sansa Stark normally wore. That was clever, the King would appreciate that. Myrcella then noticed that her Mother had already picked out her dress, and there was a picnic basket full of different foods on the small table next to where the dress was laid out.

Myrcella felt her anxiety rise, why was this so sudden? "Mother, why did I not know about this until now?" and Myrcella felt her Mother's fingers freeze in her hair. She quickly resumed her work, but Myrcella noticed the small pause, Mother replied very flatly, "I spoke to the Queen when we crossed paths after the feast last night, I did not want to wake you." What were the chances that Mother simply crossed paths with the Queen?

Myrcella was suspicious, but she was not in the position to question her Mother and continued with getting ready. Mother finished with her hair, and Myrcella went over the wash basin to wash herself. She changed her shift to a new one, and when she turned she spotted Mother already holding onto the dress she had selected, looking sweetly at her. Myrcella smiled back, she truly did pick a beautiful dress, and Myrcella felt the quality of the material as it settled onto her skin.

The dressed show off her body, it was form fitting, and Myrcella knew the reason why Mother had chosen this one, it certainly showed enough skin, but then rounded her bottom rather nicely. Myrcella raised an eyebrow at Mother as she gave her body an examination, but once she was satisfied pulling the dress fabric across different parts of her body, she then smiled bright.

Mother picked up the basket and walked to the doors, Myrcella following. She paused before she opened the door, "Have a good time, sweetling, and remember House Lannister is counting on you." She gave Myrcella a quick kiss on the cheek, then opened the door, handing the basket to a guard and pushing them in the direction of the family wing.

Myrcella's anxiety ratcheted up, this was such a strange situation, and it was still rather early in the morning, so she was still not fully awake. Either way Myrcella had to do what her Mother said and walked over to the King's chambers. There was not a lot of noises or any real action going on in the Keep yet, and it was rather eerie going through without the usual noises from the day.

Myrcella quickly arrived at the King's rooms, and saw Ser Oswell standing guard, at her approach he quickly stood to attention, and wore a look of confusion. "Good morning, Ser, I am to break my fast with the King." Oswell's expression did not change, but he nodded. He then strode over to the door, and knocked loudly.

Myrcella heard noises coming from the room, it took a few moments but she heard the King's voice, "Oswell, now you decide to do your fucking duty, knobhea…." He stopped speaking when he opened the door and spotted Myrcella standing there. A look of shock came on to his face, he was in sleep pants and a sleep shirt, and quickly stepped out of his room to close the door.

"My apologies, m'Lady, I was not expecting you." He was not expecting her? Myrcella's shock must have shown because he quickly spoke again, "not that I am unhappy to see you, I just did not know." Myrcella appreciated the gesture but spoke again. "We are to break our fast together, my King." And she watched as the King's eyebrows shot to his hairline.

The King looked towards his Kingsguard, and Myrcella watched as Ser Oswell shrugged. The King looked back towards Myrcella with kind eyes, "I am fairly sure I do not take orders from you, m'Lady." And Myrcella blanched, she then put it together, her Mother had sent her here on a whim, Mother had not spoken to the Queen nor had spoken to the King, she merely wished to push Myrcella to the King on behalf of House Lannister, that was what she meant by what she said when they parted. Myrcella immediately flushed in embarrassment, "My King, my apologies, my Mother…." He raised a hand to silence her and he continued. "Do not worry Myrcella, this is an order I will gladly follow, I do need to speak with you, just give me a few moments to wash and dress." He sent her a nod, and she nodded back.

He then looked to Oswell, and they shared a look before the King huffed at him and went into his closed doors. When Oswell look towards Myrcella he was smirking. They then waited for a few moments, Myrcella could hear the soft noises of the King getting ready, but she felt so stupid and humiliated. Her Mother had sent her here blindly, just hoping something would succeed. Myrcella wished her Mother was not as scheming as she was, she probably felt so clever, yet she was sending her daughter to possible humiliation, just to impress Grandfather.

Myrcella was relieved when the King came out, his face and hair looked like he had gently washed them and he was smiling in her direction. The openness in his face was an even bigger relief, he was not mad that she had woken him, and gone against propriety, he was just accepting of her erratic appearance.

"Are you ready, m'Lady?" he approached and held an arm out for her, he then gestured for the basket to be passed to him from her guard, and he immediately pushed it into Oswell's arms. "Do your duty Oswell." He jested. Oswell shot the King an exasperated expression then spoke dryly, "As you say, your Grace." Myrcella giggled at their jest, but then linked her arm in his, and he led her towards the Gardens.

They chatted easily as they walked, and they headed towards the gardens with a peaceful air, the King was relaxed and open, and Myrcella was further relieved that he had not rejected her invitation. "Truthfully, m'Lady, I have only been out here once, I am not entirely sure where to go." Myrcella had barely been out to the Gardens as well, and it was Ser Oswell who spoke to them, "There is a nice area by a fountain to the East, your Grace. It will be well suited for your breakfast." Jon turned and looked at Oswell suspiciously, Myrcella was trying to figure out the type of relationship Jon shared with his Kingsguard. They seemed friendly but Jon was always shooting Oswell questioning looks. She would have to pay attention when he spent time with a different Kingsguard.

The King gestured to Oswell as if saying 'lead the way' and Myrcella noticed that about the King, he was a man of few words and would rather gesture or alter his expression to speak for him. Oswell strode forward and the King continued to walk beside her, they settled into an anxious silence, where neither Myrcella nor the King knew what to say. It lasted for a few moments but they quickly made their way to where Oswell was leading them.

The area had a large fountain with clear water that spurted out of the top of a statue which Myrcella thought was the Maiden. Oswell lead them to a metal table that was recently cleaned. It was perfect for what she had intended this morning. An isolated meal with the King where they could speak.

The King pulled out her chair for her, and took the basket from Oswell, looking inside to see the contents. He was surprised by what he saw as she saw his eyebrows raise slightly. Myrcella actually did not know what was inside, but when the King pulled out a bottle of wine, Myrcella flushed. She heard Ser Oswell, who was standing by snort, and she quickly spoke "I did not pack it!" Myrcella looked down in embarrassment, she was mortified, why did her Mother do this to her? "my Mother had it ready this morning." And Myrcella felt the King's hand settled on her shoulder, Myrcella looked up to meet his eyes. "Relax Myrcella, I was hoping you were trying to get me drunk." He jested. Myrcella smiled and the King winked at her, then proceeded to pull out the bread, fruits and meats her Mother had packed into their basket.

Once they settled and began to eat, the King spoke, "so is this breakfast you doing your duty?" he held a smile with a secret, and Myrcella remembered the last time they had spoken, where she described seducing him as doing her duty. Myrcella returned his smile with a secret one of her own, she looked at him through her eyelashes, "I am quite dutiful, your Grace." The King smiled, but then spoke again, "Please while we are here, call me Jae."

Myrcella nodded, then gave him the same courtesy. The silence became comfortable as they ate, and Jae ate quickly, Myrcella was barely halfway through her meal by the time Jae had finished his. Myrcella sent him a questioning eyebrow, "you eat like that wolf of yours." And then quickly immediately realized what she had said and covered her mouth with her hand in embarrassment. She pulled her hand away when she heard Jae's chuckles. Myrcella looked towards him and he had a large smile, he looked so handsome when he smiled. He then spoke, assuaging her doubt, "you are not wrong Myrcella!" and she laughed along with him.

This was good, this was what she was meant to do, try and make the King like her even further then he did, so that he would favour House Lannister. Jon then spoke, "So is there any particular reason why I did not know about this meeting this morning?" Jon looked at her inquisitively, he looked like he had figured it out, but simply wanted some confirmation. "It is very rare when my Mother wakes me, but she did and immediately told me that she had scheduled this meal with the Queen dowager last night while I slept. She hurried me to your rooms, and I think that was her attempt at being clever." Jon accepted her answer rather plainly, and then shrugged his shoulders, "What are mothers for other than using their children to further their political agendas?" He spoke rather oddly, like it was a joke but the joke held a certain truth to it and he was bitter about it.

Jae had grown up as the single most important person in the realm, without parents he most likely had never been pushed to do the tasks they wanted. Myrcella was sure that his Uncle Ned has pushed Jae to do tasks, but he probably was not as hard on Jae as he was his own son. On the other hand, Jon's entire life is going to be dedicated to the realm, and he has to be the one to make decisions for other people as well as act when people need certain things from him. From here on out he would be doing tasks for others, he practically has the realm of Westeros as parents.

Myrcella replied dryly, "there is nothing like the love of a mother…" and Jon smiled slightly at her, "something I have never felt." And Myrcella felt herself flush completely, she could feel the blood rising to her cheeks. Why was she so flustered around him? Why would she speak so stupidly? "my King, I am so sorry, I did not think. Everyone knows of your birth and I forgot, my sincerest apologies." Jon was smiling fully now, Myrcella realized that he was looking at her fondly, and letting her ramble. She pouted at him. "Peace, Myrcella, I do not mind."

Myrcella felt the tension leave her body, she looked over at Jae again and saw that he had not truly taken any offense and so Myrcella was comfortable settling again. Myrcella hurried up her eating, and made sure to be clean and precise in her munching. She listened as Jae conversed politely with the Lannister guard, and jested with Oswell as she finished.

Myrcella was about to ask Jae about the new Kingsguard regulations when she heard a loud bustling coming from the bushes nearby. The sound was loud and growing louder, as if it was coming closer. Myrcella looked scared for a moment but looked at Jae and he was still relaxed, he was even smiling in the direction of the noise. Myrcella flinched when Oswell postured in front of Jae, unsheathing his sword, Myrcella's guard doing the same a moment later.

Myrcella looked towards Jae, and she saw he was still relaxed, he was smirking, he met her eyes and she could see the laughter in his eyes, despite the possible imminent danger. The sounds became louder and louder, Myrcella saw Oswell tense, and Jae smile widely. It was a surprise when Jae's wolf came bustling through, his tongue lolling out his mouth in happiness. The wolf bundled over to Jae, Oswell and the Lannister guard stepping to the side. Jae's laughter was pure as he accepted the licks and kisses from his wolf, he then spoke "great job Os, protecting me from great danger."

Myrcella's laughter joined his, and Myrcella watched as Oswell shot Jae a glare, which only increased his laughter. Jae knew the entire time that It was his wolf coming for them, and he decided to withhold that information instead of telling his Kingsguard. It was something that he should not do, but judging by Oswell's reaction it was not exactly unwelcome. Myrcella was curious as how Jae knew that it was the wolf?

Myrcella watched as Jae fed his wolf, the big white mass face to face with Jae as he was sitting. The wolf was taller than Myrcella where she sat. Jae and his wolf looked to be done bonding so Myrcella asked, "the changes in the Kingsguard were rather sudden yesterday." And Jae looked at her suspiciously. "Do you not approve?" he replied testily. Myrcella looked at him questioningly, this was possibly the first time he had addressed her without kindness in his voice. Myrcella would not think that Jae was an insecure man, but he looked it right now, apparently questioning a decision that he firmly believes in has him think twice. It was the sign of a good ruler, but he needed to not let other people's doubts anger him. If he continued this way, he would live an entirely unhappy life as the King is constantly judged on whatever he does. The Seven knows the Lords and Ladies judge him enough on his Northern upbringing and lack of ceremony.

Myrcella made sure to shoot Jae a soft look, one full of affection to soothe him, "I thought it was a good solution for the City Watch, I was just curious why you mentioned your family. There are only five of you, seven Kingsguard have done their duty for tens of Targaryens before." Myrcella spoke truthfully and Jae noticed that, she was just curious and had no ill intent. Myrcella watched as the small worry lines in his face lessened, then spoke, "I plan on growing the Targaryen family." He had a determined look in his eye. "It also just lessens the burden on the current Kingsguard. Some of them are walking in their sleep during guard duty at times, I would much rather have aware and alert guards." Myrcella nodded, all of his points made sense, Uncle Jaime sometimes complained about the amount of guard duty when he did not even have Jae in the capital.

Myrcella was surprised when Ser Oswell stepped forward, "my King?" and they both looked towards him, Jae gestured for him to continue so he did, "Some of us are getting older as well, my Lady. It is physical work for Ser Gerold, and Ser Barristan, the more difficult tasks can go towards the new guards." Oswell seemed like someone who spoke very often, but when he did in seriousness it was usually of some weight. Most of the time he spoke was in jest.

Myrcella thought Oswell words were kind though, "Do you ever regret joining the Kingsguard?" she found herself asking, she knew her Uncle did not but she wondered about others. Oswell's reply was instant, but he grimaced as he spoke, "Never, but I regret that I could have been a better provider for my family and was unable to do so." Myrcella nodded again, she assumed Uncle Jaime felt the same. "I have a plan for Harrenhall Oswell, one that I am sure you will appreciate." Myrcella watched as Oswell's eyes widened in surprise, but accepted the words.

Jae then met Myrcella's eyes again, "Myrcella, your Mother, with guidance from your Aunt Genna control Casterly Rock while your Grandfather serves on the small council correct?" and Myrcella was slightly thrown by the quick change in topic but replied, "yes, grandfather makes sure that he stays informed, Aunt Genna runs the Kingdom while Mother runs the castle." Jae nodded, "With your brother heading to the Vale, it will be important for you to be visible in Casterly Rock and the Westerlands as a whole." Jae paused, then spoke, "Do you understand what I am saying? About being visible?" Myrcella thought she understood but would do better with some clarification, "I am slightly confused, I think you mean for me to stay with Mother and Aunt Genna?"

Jae nodded, but then explained further, "As sister to the vacant heir, you will able to push your influence on the citizens of the Westerlands." Jae paused, to reach across and grip her hands, a sure sign that what he would say next would be serious, "your brother does not exactly inspire a lot of loyalty, and the Westerlands need to be loyal to the Lannisters, or the economy of Westeros could be destroyed." He took a deep breath, "you need for everyone to see you Myrcella, your beauty alone will inspire loyalty, but when your Mother or Aunt are to hold court or announce bylaws, you need to be there as well, understand?" Myrcella almost blushed with what he said about her beauty, but she made sure to keep serious as his words held a lot of weight.

Myrcella knew what Jae was saying was true, but why was this duty falling to her? Tommen was the spare heir. She knew she had to accept the task as it was an order from the King, but still she could not help but think about these type of things. "I understand my King; I will do what you ask." Myrcella felt a burning determination in her blood, she would succeed for the King.

Myrcella was then distracted by footsteps, she pulled her hands from Jae's and watched as a page boy came strutting up to them. "my King, you are needed in the keep." Was his dry order. Jae sent the boy a confused look, but then shrugged, thinking better on not questioning it. He then sent her an apologetic look, and Myrcella was mildly disappointed that their little refuge was broken, but she now knew what the King wished of her, and she felt a purpose for once.

Jae stood, then leaned over to plant a kiss on her cheek, "Until next time, m'Lady." He then pointed at her guard, "take care of the Lady!" before he strode off, the page and Ghost leading with Oswell following.

Margaery

Margaery was surprisingly nervous. It was a weird situation when the King wanted to speak to you, but did not give you a time, so Margaery was stuck in this anxious state where at any point throughout the day, she could be called to a meeting where her entire Kingdom was counting on her.

Margaery was currently having a lunch with her handmaidens, her younger Tyrell cousins providing a much needed distraction from her anxieties about the meeting. There was a lot riding on her shoulders today, and she needed to be perfect if she wished to convince the Northern King of her and her families goodness.

Margaery had been doing some thinking lately, after the show her father wanted to do in front on the Lords and Ladies, proving that Margaery would be the best queen for the King, that she genuinely enjoyed striving to please the man. She was unsure if he simply had that effect on all woman but Margaery found herself liking the thought of caring for him, and pleasing him with her mind and body. It became less of a goal that her family had set for her, to just genuinely enjoying the thrill.

Margaery had thoughts and dreams of having the Kings children, loving, doting and caring for him and their children, and it made her smile. She also very often thought about the making of children. Margaery knew that he was no green boy, having taken a Wilding lover, and if he had somehow tamed a Wilding girl, then he was certainly to be good in bed.

Still, sometimes Margaery wished differently, that she and Jaehaerys could just be two people getting to know one another, and not forced upon each other for their families. Margaery truly felt that if they were to spend a lot of time alone then they would get along fabulously, the one picnic they had alone being evidence. Ever since then they never had been alone, it was explained by how busy the King was, but she wished he had made time for her.

The small meetings and conversations she has had with the King were leading up to this meeting, she hoped that she had done enough convincing to have him create a tentative alliance, even if he could not commit to a marriage. Margaery would never try to force herself on him, to try and get him to dishonour her so they would be wed, that was just simply wrong. Margaery's moral compass was too strong for that. She could not let herself do something of the sort and then look in the mirror or look at the King without feeling shame.

Looking around, she noticed a servant striding towards her table, she had been largely silent for a few moments and her cousins were looking towards her for guidance. "Do not worry ladies, he is to take me to meet the King." And they all started asking questions simultaneously.

Margaery stood and walked off, giving her ladies a wave as the servant turned and lead her to the Keep, she heard a Tyrell guard fall into step behind her and steeled herself for the nerve wracking conversation.

The servant led her to unfamiliar halls, it was not the family wing, but her brother Loras was standing outside of a door, his new white cloak complimented his hair. Margaery strode forward and gave him a smile and a hug. "I'm so proud of you brother, you look dashing." And he smiled, "you looked lovely as well Marg, the King's jaw will drop." And she smiled back at him.

The servant then cleared his throat rather rudely, then gestured to the door. Loras jumped slightly then knocked on the door. "My King, you have a v..." but he was interrupted by the King's voice, "it is your sister, I know, let her in." Margaery smiled one last time at Loras, taking strength from his faith in her and walked passed the corridor.

Margaery was surprised as the room they were in was a writing room. The King was sat behind a large desk, paper and quill in front of him, there was an abundance of chairs and books laid about the room, but he was the focal point. It looked to be a room for relaxing, reading books and writing letters but he was using it in an official capacity, that or just wished to meet her here.

The King was writing as Margaery walked in, he did not look up when she curtseyed, only gestured to the chair in front of the desk. Margaery sat and waited, he took a few moments, but eventually put his quill down. "My apologies m'Lady, this is a letter to my Uncle Aemon at the wall, we converse through Raven." Margaery nodded, she was not going to be upset about him finishing a sentence on a letter while she waited.

Margaery's first thought was to ease the tension between them, so she asked "why are we in here, your Grace?" And she watched as the King scratched his head then shrugged. "I asked a page for some place quiet, he took me here, I like it here though, might take my official meetings here instead of my rooms." He looked over at her, and she could see the attraction in his eyes. It was a good sign. "I like it in here as well, very cozy." The King gave her a sweet smile.

He then spoke again, his smile widening. "I got some reports back from the City Watch last night, your gift fed over a few thousand citizens of Kings Landing last night," and Margaery made sure to smile bright as well. "That is great to hear! Just goes to show what a Targaryen - Tyrell alliance could bring to Westeros." And then she watched as his smile faltered.

The King looked serious when he spoke next, his words surprising Margaery. "The Tyrells are loyal to the Targaryens? Correct?" And Margaery answered with haste. "Of course, Aegon The Conqueror gave us Highgarden." It was a rather stupid question; everyone knew the Tyrell's became prominent because of the Gardeners burning in the Field of Fire. "Right, so it is my right as King to demand, food and gold from the Tyrells?"

Oh, Margaery saw what he was doing now. He was trying to prove why it would be irrelevant if they had an alliance or not. "It would, your Grace, but it would also be drastically unfair, if you were to demand food and gold from us, then it would need to be paid for, and the same would need to be said for the other seven kingdoms." Margaery paused to bite her lip, "everyone needs to provide their fair share."

The King had a firm look on his face, and it was unmovable for a few seconds, but Margaery refused to be cowed. After a few more moments she watched as it stretched into a smile, and she smiled with him. "Well said, m'Lady."

He then stood and walked to a different table, Margaery had not noticed before but there was wine and goblet's there, he poured two glasses and handed her one, then sat back down. He was so handsome; it was genuinely hard to look anywhere else when his hair fell over his face in that way.

He looked down into his glass for a few moments, but then looked over to her, this time he was biting his lip slightly, "do you genuinely care about the small folk of the Reach?" And Margaery was caught off guard. She nearly spat the mouthful of wine she had, but quickly swallowed, and spoke "Yes, my King, I have gotten to know many of them. Just because they have names that we do not know does not mean they deserve less of a life then we do." Margaery must have said the right words as the King smiled again.

"Well said, m'Lady," he stayed smiling, but then spoke again easily, "what are the logistics of this alliance?" Margaery had the figures in her head, but she gestured for the quill and some paper so she could write it down clearly. The discounted prices on nearly all products, food deliveries monthly and their absolute loyalty in all aspects. The Reach wished for the right to house some of the Royal Navy, to have Targaryen loyalty in Reach matters and obviously for Margaery to become Queen. The numbers were interchangeable with some negotiation, but at the bottom of the page she made sure to write the sizeable sum her father had put aside for a dowry the King would need to look twice at.

Margaery felt herself smiling as she passed the document over, it was a tremendous alliance, one that could provide advantages to both sides, in terms of Gold, food and prestige. It was just a matter on accepting what he thought was right.

Margaery watched as he read it over twice, he then turned the document towards her, using his finger to tap the part about the dowry. "This was clever, well done." But he spoke again, "if you were my Queen, our families would be loyal to each other, why write added clauses about loyalty?" Margaery had a quick, yet unappealing answer. "That is for if you accept the offer without taking me as Queen." He snorted in jest, "That is an option?" And she giggled along with him.

The King read through it a few more times before staring at her. It felt as if he was looking to her soul, his violet eyes locking with hers. "I need to speak with Grandmother, no promises about the marriage but a trading alliance looks good."

Margaery breathed out a sigh of relief, she had done her duty well, but still the King was hesitant about marrying which was fine. It was a difficult decision.

Margaery was surprised when he kicked his feet up on the desk, asking, "would you mind being one of two Queens?" Margaery was shocked by the question, she was not expecting that at all, the King was someone of straight forwardness and honour, why would he need to take two wives? That would only complicate things. Margaery felt a deep pit settled into her stomach, telling her that she would have to share the King's attention, and that she could very likely be his second favourite. Margaery would be Queen though! Her entire life goal was to become Queen, it would bring so much to House Tyrell, and knowing how good of a man the King was he would not bring her dishonour. "Do you promise to be a good and faithful husband?" she jested slyly, and she had got her words right as the King smiled.

Jon held a hand to his heart and smiled, "I promise." He then looked pensive for a moment. "you should speak with Daenerys; the Gods know she'll be controlling my life in a few moons." Margaery smiled at his words, it was rather odd that he would just reveal to her that his aunt would be controlling him but she was sure he meant it in jest. Either way she would do what he said, if he recommended she get to know Daenerys better then she would take that instruction to heart. It might have been a tip, maybe his family was protective of him and Daenerys was the most influential voice in the family?

Margaery looked towards the King and he had closed his eyes, then spoke again, "or Sansa, if you get the both of them to like you then I am sure you'll be Queen of the World by next year." He opened his eyes to look at her, Margaery was unsure if he was being serious or jesting, and the King must have noticed her confusion. So he chuckled deeply then spoke again, "I'm mostly jesting, but there is truth in every jest." And she nodded. She felt as if the meeting was concluding, it had come to a natural conclusion but the King had not dismissed her, so she stood. "Whatever your decision your Grace, just know that House Tyrell stands beside house Targaryen."

The King pinched his eyebrows together, "Very well, I wished to tell you that I apologize for not being able to spend more time with you, I regret that after the time we shared in the Gardens. I was too busy to be able to continue that connection." Margaery's breath caught, he regretted not being able to spend more time together? Margaery felt her face flush slightly thinking back to the time they spent in the Gardens but she felt ecstasy flow through her veins, the King regretted not being able to spend more time with her, if it was for her beauty, her personality or for her family Margaery could not help but grin at his words.

Margaery then slowly walked around the desk, the King smiled as he watched her walk towards him, he kicked his feet off the desk and stood, Margaery reached for him, putting her long arms around his neck. His hands settled on her hips, and Margaery pushed some of his hair behind his ear, she really did have a fierce attraction to him, it hit her whenever she saw him with his hair framing his face.

Margaery waited, she made the first move, but she would not be the one to lean forward to continue their affections, that would have to be him, Margaery was willing to wait. They stayed like that for a few moments, just staring into each other's eyes, Margaery watched as the King smiled knowingly, he knew what she was doing in waiting, but he was being stubborn himself.

Margaery was sure she would win this battle of wills, she knew her beauty, knew how irresistible she was to men, the King being no different as proven before. Before either of them could truly act there was a loud knock on the door, and the King removed his hands from her waist.

The King called out, "Yes, Ser Loras?" and Margaery watched her brother enter the room. "your Grace, Lord Renly Baratheon is here," and Margaery watched as the King nodded. He turned to address Margaery, "Go, find Dany or Sansa," and she curtseyed, then saw Renly approaching. Margaery curtseyed to him, watching him bow, then watched as Loras looked towards her suspiciously. He was obviously nervous about his lover and the King conversing. As Margaery went to take Loras' arm to walk out the King spoke again, "Ser Loras, come here."

Loras shot her a nervous look, but Margaery turned and left, she walked out the doors feeling better about the relationship with the King, the alliance between the two was on the table and Margaery had a good strategy going forward to become Queen. Overall she was content, but there was still some work to do, and she set out to find Daenerys.

Rhaenys

Rhaenys was late as per usual, Jae asked for her to meet with him but Rhaenys took her time getting ready and heading to her meeting with Jae. She was a Princess of the Realm and if she wished to be late then she would. No matter what her little brother said. That's what he always would be to her as well, Jae maybe King now, but Rhaenys could only ever see him and reference him as her little brother.

Rhaenys was currently following a page, she had Ser Arthur behind her, but the page was taking them to one of the quieter halls in the Red Keep, she knew that the library was somewhere around here, not that she would often go. Most times she would find Viserys or Dany in the libraries but was unfamiliar with the other rooms.

The page walked over to a door and then knocked, Rhaenys heard her brothers voice, "come in." and she pushed the door open, spotting Ser Loras and Renly Baratheon, Ser Loras looked rather nervous but Renly looked calm. Her brother was sitting behind a large desk; she was confused but curtseyed politely.

Her brother did not spare her a look, "Lord Renly, are we in agreement?" and Rhaenys watched Renly stand, then reach his hand out to shake Jae's outstretched one. What was going on? Rhaenys saw Loras hold a small smile, and then him and Renly shared a heated look. What the fuck was going on?

Jae stood, handed Loras a scroll, gave him a nod which he returned and then gestured to the door, Renly and Loras bowed to him, then her, and then the two of them walked out together. Jae had placed his elbows on the table and set his head in his hands, it was the most vulnerable she had seen him look, his black hair settling around his face like a protective cloak. Rhaenys thought a jest may help, "did you just settle a lover's quarrel?" and she heard Jae let out a large sigh.

Rhaenys felt like something large was about to happen, "Sister, please sit," he gestured to the same chair Renly was sitting in. Rhaenys slowly sat, "Jae, what is going on?" he looked at her sincerely, "I have made a decision regarding your future." And Rhaenys felt her stomach drop, "I need you to wait until I am finished explaining everything before you react." Rhaenys knew then he was doing something she will not be pleased with.

He began. "firstly, do you wish to have Targaryen children?" and Rhaenys looked at him confused, of course she did, "That is a stupid question, of course Jae." And he nodded. "You and Renly Baratheon are to marry," before Jae could continue, Rhaenys stood angrily pointing at her brother, "you are to marry me to that sword swallower!?" Jae held up a hand to silence her, "your children will bear the name Targaryen." Rhaenys stayed standing, anger flowing through her veins, but slightly settled when Jae continued. "The pair of you are to have Harrenhall, where Ser Loras will be your guard." Harrenhall was well known around Westeros to be a largely vacant castle, with the Whent family not having any male heirs. Rhaenys would be moving to the Riverlands?

Here, he paused, then opened his eyes further, "do you understand what I am saying?" he rounded the table, and the sat on it, gripping her hands in his, their eyes meeting. Rhaenys was infuriated, no she didn't understand! Through her anger she gritted out an "explain!" and ripped her hands out of Jae's. His face morphed into one of pain, but he continued, "You and Renly are to have Harrenhall, I gifted him Harrenhall to take the name Targaryen…." He paused then tilted her chin so that he was looking into her eyes. "I gave him Loras so that I could have you."

What?

Rhaenys did not understand. The confusion on her face must have shown so Jae looked to the heavens, and spoke again, "Rhaenys, legally you will be married to Renly, but in reality I will father your children while Renly and Loras can live together in peace." Oh. Rhaenys was not sure how to react, her brother had plotted this since he had decided to bring Loras into the Kingsguard. Being with him and making Targaryen children would bring her happiness, but people would question their genetics. She wanted to slap him, and kiss him at the same time.

Rhaenys settled for punching him, raining punches into his chest as she felt tears forming in her eyes. She was so torn, and was annoyed that she was showing such emotion, but it was her brother, and Jae would not judge. Jae just let her punch him and punch him, he remained pliant and relaxed, letting her take out her frustrations on his body.

She pulled back slightly to slap him in the face, once, then twice. She paused, and let out a raspy, "Do something!" her frustration colouring her voice. Jae looked at her, and then pulled her directly in between his legs, hugging their upper bodies together and pushing her head into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, then rubbed her back soothing her. Rhaenys let her emotions out, and cried for long moments. She eventually wrapped her arms back around her brother and settled herself, but she felt weak and pathetic.

Rhaenys pulled away from Jae, keeping her head down, she wiped her tears, squared her shoulders then looked up at Jae. Her eyes met his and she noticed the love and affection held in his. It comforted her enormously but she was still unsure on how to process this entire ordeal. She needed some questions answered. "when Renly and I go out in public?" Jae shrugged, "You're friends. Be friendly, it is not as if people ask for affection between their Lords and Ladies." Rhaenys was skeptical but nodded, "and when the children look nothing like Renly?" Jae looked unsteady but spoke honestly, "I am worried about that, I hope they have your features and my dark hair, but it is important for the Targaryen bloodline to thrive," Jon reached out to cup her face, "Rhaenys, I want you to know that if you are unwilling to go through with this then I will call it off, I can figure out something else with Renly."

Rhaenys had not thought that Jae would do that. She figured that she was being ordered into this situation. It made her feel better that Jae was giving her the option to bail. Rhaenys took a few moments to think about it, the situation was not exactly one of great pain. She was to be rich, Harrenhall one of the largest and wealthiest castles in Westeros, she was to have children with her brother doing her duty to House Targaryen and she was to marry someone she enjoyed spending time with, allowing him to have love as well. The nagging thoughts in her brains had her thinking about what people would think, what Jae's Queen would think. "Would your Queen be comfortable you fathering your sister's children?"

Jae grimaced slightly, "Rhaenys, Daenerys is to be my Queen." He paused, seeing the hurt come across her face, "As well as another…..." Rhaenys reached out to slap him again, her anger rising. This time he gripped her wrist before she could strike him. "Rhaenys, please." She wrenched her hand away, "You are better suited for this, you thrive anywhere you go, you are the attention of everyone in any room you walk in, and then you control the entire room with a few looks and gestures." He took in a deep breath, Rhaenys felt her anger calming slightly with his words. "Daenerys is level headed and would rather stand behind someone then stand in front, it was not an easy decision but the relationship between Daenerys and I grew quickly and honestly. It was meant to be."

Jae put his hands out, an offer of truce, Rhaenys placed her hands in his. "Daenerys will accept this, as will my other Queen. I am only trying to do what's best for the realm, and for our family." Rhaenys looked in Jae's eyes, the weight of the family legacy and the realm reflecting in the set of shoulders. At six and ten he was looking decades older, Kings Landing's stresses taking its toll on her brother already. Not only that but he just looked weary, as if he had not wanted to argue but was resigned to it.

This entire deal had so many positive and negatives, the negatives could possibly ruin her reputation, but the positive, well the positive could bring happiness, for her, Renly and for Jae. She would also have Targaryen children, she did not care much for the wealth of Harrenhall, but she did care for her happiness in life, as well as her children's.

Rhaenys looked at Jae, their hands were still interlocked, he pulled her hands to his lips, pressing soft kisses across her knuckles. Rhaenys felt raw, her emotions crashing along with her anger and adrenaline, she knew the decision she should make, but she wanted to think It over. Just to be certain.

Rhaenys placed her hand on Jae's face, cupping his cheek in her hand. She watched as he looked down dejectedly, expecting her to refuse and his hard work would be for naught, but this time she tipped his chin up to meet her eyes. "It pleases me very much that you have done this to make me happy, you stayed true to your promise to me when I was drunk." She watched as a big smile stretched across his handsome face, "It pleases me very much to have Targaryen children with you," here, his hands settled on her waist, she shot him a dry look and his smile turned into a smirk. Rhaenys could not help but smile at his reaction, it made her feel good that he was so attracted to her.

Rhaenys continued, ignoring her brother, "I will need time to come to terms with this, I do truly believe that it is a good idea and will benefit us all but do not expect me to accept it right now, at least allow me a few nights before I decide." Rhaenys saw Jae nod, accepting her words before he replied, "that is fair, you do plan on accepting though?" with Rhaenys' nod, Jae sagged his shoulders in relief, then wrapped his arms around her, bringing their torso's together.

Rhaenys felt some sort of relief as well, she was still anxious and nervous about her future. She was certain Jae would do anything in his power to make her happy. Recognizing it now, Jae was to be the father of her children, and that had her smiling bright. There was no better man than her brother to raise children with.

Rhaenys pulled back, looking into her Brother's eyes the violet eyes that matched hers, the love and adoration she saw in his eyes had her pushing her lips against his, kissing her little brother for the first time, loving the way he instantly reciprocated the kiss. It was a sweet kiss, the two of them just getting familiar with one another, it was not sweet when she felt Jae reach around her to greedily place both of his hands on her arse. Rhaenys pulled away from the kiss but Jae did not move his hands, palming at her as she looked into his eyes. He did not look guilty nor shamed by his actions, so Rhaenys spoke "Jae." And he replied pleading innocence. "Yes?" widening his eyes to give her a pleading look.

Rhaenys shook her head at his antics, this was the King of Westeros, yet he was unwilling to take his hands off of her bottom. Jae leaned towards her to kiss her again, and she rolled her eyes at him but leaned in as well, this time the kiss was a little more heated, Rhaenys wrapped her arms around Jae's neck once again, pulling the two of them together, but Jae continued to palm and grip at her arse, Rhaenys could not help but smile into the kiss.

Rhaenys pulled away, "How long have you wished to do this?" she asked, her voice was slightly husky with arousal, and Jae did not look or sound any different, "Since I first saw you." The sincerity in his voice was rather flattering but she wished to tease. "you thought about squeezing your sisters bottom the first time you saw her?" Rhaenys giggled as Jae nodded vigorously, he then pushed his nose along her temple, "Aye, had trouble taking my eyes off of you." Rhaenys' giggle continued as she pulled Jae's hands away from her.

Rhaenys placed a kiss on Jae's cheek, then went over to the wine that was nearby, pouring herself a drink, then pouring one for Jae. Making her way back over to him, he was still sitting on the desk, his legs spread and Rhaenys immediately settled back between his thighs, leaning into his thick torso. "Have you told Daenerys about this yet?" Rhaenys watched as Jae shook his head, "I have only spoken to you, Renly and Loras about it, did not think it would be important unless you all accepted." Rhaenys pulled her head back to look at Jae incredulously, "You did not think telling your Queen that you wished to breed your sister was important?" Jae returned her look, "No, why would that matter?"

Rhaenys gaped at him like a fish, that was very stupid of him. "You have a lot to learn about woman Jae." Being as close to him as she was, she felt more than saw Jae's shrug, Rhaenys had just gripped her goblet again to take a drink when there was a loud knock on the door. Before Jae could answer, Rhaenys pulled his face down to hers once more, kissing one more time before she moved away, smirking at him.

Jae rolled his eyes, but then called out, "Yes?" and Ser Loras came through the door. "Lord Varys is here; says he has a map for you?" Rhaenys watched as Jae nodded in Loras' direction. "I'll be just a moment Ser," Loras then exited, closing the door behind him. Jae turned towards Rhaenys, "You should speak to Grandmother, you can tell her but allow me to be the one to tell Daenerys." Rhaenys nodded, his orders made sense. Rhaenys finished her wine, and then went over to Jae. Placing the goblet on the table, she gave him a quick peck on the lips, and felt him give her bottom a firm pat as she turned to walk away. She shot him a glare as she walked but made sure to sway her hips as she left.

Loras and Varys both bowed to her as she walked past, and she asked a servant to lead her to where her Grandmother was. Rhaenys found herself smiling, her brother had really tried to make her happy, by offering to fuck her himself. That was such a twisted way to look at it but it only made her smile. Considering how obsessed he was with her arse he had been hoping this plan of his would work, Rhaenys knew that Jae had went through all of this to further the Targaryen bloodline but she giggled thinking that he went through it all only so that he could have her.

That made her laugh, but also made her feel desired at the same time, it felt good to be wanted, and right now Rhaenys wanted to be wanted.

Jon

Jon watched his sister leave this new working room of his, she swayed her hips to tease him and Jon could not wait until he was seeing her without clothing. Rhaenys made his blood boil with want, she was just so beautiful and her fiery personality was so attractive to him that he found himself just getting lost within her at times.

Jon smiled to himself just thinking about the day that he has had. Waking up next to Daenerys with Myrcella at the door, explaining to Myrcella what he needed from her in terms of power balances in the Westerlands. He then met with Margaery to discuss an official trading alliance between the Reach and the Targaryens to further pursue their want for Margaery to be queen. Next he met with Renly and Loras to make the deal for Rhaenys and him, and now he was meeting with Varys to learn about all of the ins and outs of the Red Keep.

Being King was turning out to be hectic as he expected, but he also felt a sense of fulfillment, he was doing good things for his family and the realm. Jon was exhausted though, all of the different emotions of the day getting to him. It was getting past time to eat dinner, he would eat in his room and then go to bed after this meeting with Varys.

Varys walked into the room, wearing his robes and perfume as usual, his smell floated into Jon's nostrils and he had to hold his face to stop from grimacing. Varys bowed and "My King, this Is as good as I could do on such short notice." Jon did not appreciate the subtle insult, but let it slide, the eunuch was harmless. Varys would probably end up dying in some extremely unsatisfying way after he inevitably speaks to the wrong person at the wrong time…

Either way the man was useful to him now, and judging by the map he was holding the map would be very useful to him. Jon took the map and spread it out on the desk, it took nearly the entirety of the desk, that paper being patched together in different parts to add rooms and tunnels. The Red Keep's outline was clear and the floor plan was clear but the tunnels and secret entrances were an entanglement that looked like a spider web. Ironic.

Studying the map, he recognized the tunnel leading into his room, then the others around his noticing that each room except for the one his Grandmother currently resided in had tunnels and entrances within them. He followed the map and tracked the lines until he noticed the room he was in right now. Jon looked up towards Varys, who was standing there unassuming. "That is all Varys, Thank you for your work." Varys only bowed and floated off.

Jon traced the room he was in right now with his finger, the secret entrance was wedged into a small panel on the wall. Jon walked up to the panel and pushed his weight against it, the panel shook slightly, but Jon noticed the crack behind it. Jon went back over to where the desk was and gripped Longclaw, he unsheathed his sword and then slid it in between the crack, using the sword to prop open the door from the tunnel's side.

The door opened quickly and banged against the wall, the tunnel behind it was skinny and old, it smelled of must and looked like it had not been used in a very long time judging by the amount of spider webs and mouse droppings. These secret tunnels were another thing that he did not want to have to deal with right now, but it was certainly something that needed his attention.

Jon sat back down at the desk, kicking his feet up, he liked this room. It was perfect for doing Kingly work while keeping his bedchamber as a place for comfort. Jon felt like that separating work from comfort was important, being able to turn his mind off when he went to sleep would be key for the balance that Oberyn spoke about.

Jon reached for the goblet that Rhaenys had poured for him, he had only had one sip before he had put it down in favor of kissing her some more. Jon settled back into his seat, consuming some of the wine, Jon quickly felt it going to his head, he would need to eat soon or else he would be feeling the effects of the wine soon.

Jon had only been King for one day, yet he felt like he had done more political work in the time he's been in Kings Landing then the entirety of his time in the North. It was different work in the North than here, that was certain. Everything in the North was simple and straight forward, especially the Free Folk. Coming to Kings Landing had Jon needing to see the complexities of things, as well as compromise his morals. In the North he would never have thought about sleeping with another man's wife, but now with Rhaenys and Renly, taking two Queens of Daenerys and likely Margaery, he was uncertain of how to proceed with things. War was easier than women.

Jon was certain on how to proceed politically; it would take some time but he would succeed eventually.

Jon finished his wine, leaving the room, giving Ser Loras a nod as he walked past him, hearing Loras' new armour squeak as he walked behind him. Jon walked over to his rooms, stopping a servant on his way, requesting some food to be brought to his rooms. As he walked, Jon could feel the stresses and the tension of the day leaving him, the wine helping him to unwind. Jon walked into his rooms, and began to strip out of his more formal clothing, switching into some sleep wear. It was still rather early to go to bed so Jon just lit a fire in his hearth, settling a chair in front of it.

Jon heard a knock and he heard Loras let the servant in with his food, the boy set it out on Jon's table, bowed then left wordlessly after Jon thanked him. Jon quickly ate away, the food feeling good hitting the bottom of his stomach. He quickly made up a large plate and sat in front of the fire, taking comfort in the warmth. Jon sat, feeling the weight fall off of his shoulders as he relaxed.

Jon heard another knock on the door, but did not move, "My King, your…. wolf is here," Ser Loras' confused voice amused Jon but he quickly called back. "Let him in." Ghost padded into his room, he had left after Jon settled into the writing room, probably not liking the small space, but Jon knew he would return eventually. Ghost came over, licked Jon's hand, and then settled in front of him, his bulk laying across Jon's toes.

Jon even felt Ghost relaxing, his weight getting heavier and heavier against the bulk of his ankles, settling his big head between his paws. The overwhelming need to re-center himself after a few tricky days was prominent, and doing this was perfect for his own mental health right now. He had been feeling the gnawing pits of anxiety in his gut, Ghost's presence largely helping him, but now that Jon had finally settled as King, he felt more comfortable and confident in his responsibilities. It was finally hitting him; he was the King of the Seven Kingdoms. He was the most powerful man in Westeros, and it killed him to even think about not succeeding in his role.

Jon just stayed relaxed in his seat as he watched the secret door open slightly, he knew it would be Daenerys and when she poked her head into the room she held a soft smile seeing how laid back Jon was. Jon gave her a loving smile back, she had obviously come to sleep with him, as she was dressed in sleep wear, but instead of climbing into bed together, Daenerys climbed over Ghost and settled into Jon's lap. Her legs were sideways, over his hips, her warm weight across his thighs and torso feeling good. She tucked her face right into Jon's neck and he felt her release hot breaths of air across his Adam's apple, relaxing along with him.

Jon had Ghost at his feet, and with Daenerys across his body, he felt warm and loved. He smiled to himself, Kings Landing was working out to be pretty good.

Jon placed a kiss to Daenerys temple, then settled back into his chair, succumbing to the fatigue and feeling the cover of sleep enclosing him as he shut his eyes. Falling asleep thinking of how different his life his was a moon ago, but not wanting to change it for anything.