Tommen stared at his book, learning about some of the previous wars that had happened across the Seven Kingdoms. The book detailed the sides, their leaders, their strategies, and the victor. Every page was filled with gory details of people who died in the most gruesome ways. For most 17-year-old boys, this would be the best thing ever. But for Tommen, it was barely anything interesting.
Growing up had never been a problem for Tommen Baratheon. His family was one of the wealthiest in Westeros, so he usually got what he wanted. At least, anything he could buy with gold. When it came to everything else, his brother Joffrey would get it.
That's why it was such a shock when just the previous day, his brother was killed. Poisoned at his own wedding. It wasn't surprising that someone wanted Joffrey dead; after all, he was getting to be almost as bad as the Mad King. But to do it at his wedding was just horrible.
One thing that did occur to Tommen though, was that he was next in line. He would be the next king of Westeros. So much responsibility, so much power... it made him feel extremely nervous. He knew that Lady Margaery Tyrell had been promised to Joffrey, but what would happen to her? Would she be Tommen's queen or would another woman step up to take her place?
What would his queen be like? Kind? Gentle? Tommen hoped so and also hoped that she would be patient; Tommen had never been with a woman before due to his young age and shyness, but hopefully that was to be expected.. right? After all, weren't you meant to be a virgin until you were married? Or was that just women?
The boy was wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't notice his bedroom door open and close behind him.<|im_end|>
Margaery tensed every muscle in her arms and mid-section to keep the door as quiet as possible. Like an assassin, she stole into Tommen's chamber. She had hoped to wake him gently and speak privately with him. Out of earshot of his mother and the rest of the court.
Part of her was extremely reluctant to begin the dance of seduction again, but Tommen was so much more... human than Joffrey was. Something about him was so sweet and, even a little simple. As though things could only be right or wrong, without all the gray. It made her want him; to corrupt him, to preserve him, to cherish him, to use him up. All the conflicting feelings welling inside her created an overwhelming passion.
She stood at the edge of the light his candles threw. Her long, white nightgown clung to her body in the chill of the castle. "My lord," she whispered. "I hope I have not interrupted anything important. But I hoped we might speak privately. If you will allow it?"<|im_end|>