Swathed in robes of silken blue, Queen Margaery Tyrell strode through the halls of the Red Keep with her head held high. Her footfalls echoed lightly against the thick stone walls of the castle, but her heart was heavy, for today King Joffrey had been poisoned, and she was a Queen without a husband. It wasn't grief that weighed upon her however, but rather a sense of duty, and a foreboding impression that now time was of the essence.
Today was a day that she had been anticipating for what seemed like a lifetime, but before the day had ended her King was dead, murdered at his own wedding ceremony. She wouldn't mourn for Joffrey; he was, after all, a cruel young man, but this afternoon's events had thrown everything about her into turmoil. Cersei would be even more paranoid than before, and she feared what ideas the woman might instill in young Tommen's head.
Ah yes, Tommen. The King-to-be, and Margaery's future husband. Whatever happened in the coming days and weeks, she must ensure that Tommen was on her side, and not that of his mother, the Queen Regent. And so with stately elegance she strode towards Tommen's living quarters, to impress upon him the importance of their coming union.
I've come to see the King, she spoke upon reaching Tommen’s chambers, pausing momentarily before transferring to him the title that only hours ago had belonged to his older brother. Her husband. Her King.
Of course, your Highness, answered the guard, bowing his head in reverence.
He opened the door for her and she swept within, the ends of her skirts trailing across the lavish red rug that lead into Tommen’s chambers. It cushioned the footsteps that had rung quietly in the hallways, the only sound that could be heard as she strode towards the bed chamber were that of the heavy wooden door closing behind her.<|im_end|>
Tommen Baratheon was a troubled young man. How could he not be, with a family with troubles? His mother was the Queen Regent, yet held no respect. Rumored to have incest relations with her brother, Jaime. Whether she did or not, Tommen would hold his judgment until he knew it to be fact. His uncle was a warrior yet lost his hand, and now could barely protect himself let alone others. His sister was sent off to Dorne for an arranged marriage, and his brother, who had just been King, was poisoned at his own wedding. With those thoughts in mind, Tommen was by far the most normal of the Lannisters. Despite being a Baratheon, he had no one to compare himself to except his father who was a drunk and lazy, and killed while hunting a boar or some such creature.
Today, his brother had died at his own wedding. Poisoned. It would be hard to find out who did it, as no one enjoyed him as a king, so every single person had motive. Due to his sudden death, the title of King would be moved once again to the next member of the family, which turned out to be himself. Tommen had figured he would be in this spot at some point, but not this soon. As soon as the chaos had died down a bit, Tywin, his grandfather, gave him some books to study in order to become King officially within a week or two.
Did he want to be King though? This was the third time that the title had moved from person to person in a matter of years. Why would he want to be king when the last two didn't die of natural causes? Hell, someone intended the King to die, it was no accident. Would he be safe?
Tommen had been hunched over a book, staring at the words while he had these thoughts, the writing on the page not being processed. He had been startled out of them when the door suddenly opened. Due to his thoughts about safety, he was instantly weary, but relaxed as he saw who entered. Blushing lightly to himself, he realized that she would be the reason he became King. Who didn't want to be married to someone like her?
"Lady Tyrell," Tommen said formally, bowing his head from his spot on the chair. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked. His voice sounded confident, but there was an inkling of doubt. Of timidness. He was not trained to be a king like his father and brother, and could muddle things up in an instant.<|im_end|>