Lord Tyrell waited patiently outside of his wife's room for the arrival of his child. He already had a son and a daughter, both who were gorgeous in their own way. Loras had light brown hair and warm eyes, whereas Margery had started sprouting soft orange hair, accompanied by icy blue eyes.
"What could possibly be taking so long? The other two were out within a matter of hours." Lord Tyrell said to Olena.
"You try pushing a child out of yourself, then you'll know why it is taking so long." She replied.
As if on queue a handmaiden arrived at the door and opened it with a baby in her arms.
"I am terribly sorry m'lord." She said so softly they almost missed it.
"Sorry for what, little bird?" Olena spoke up. When she looked behind the maid she saw her daughter in law laying in a bed of blood, her body completely limp.
When the baby started crying Lord Tyrell took her in his arms and walked over to his dead wife's body.
"Sssshhh, darling. This is your mother." He said as he lifted the baby to lay on her mother's chest. The crying stopped but was replaced by the soft sobs of Lord Tyrell.
"I now have a gorgeous granddaughter. It is clear she will grow into a gorgeous Lady." Olena said as she lay a hand on the grieving Lord's shoulder.
"She shall." He sniffled.
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His Majesty || Tommen Baratheon
Fanfiction"You do realise I won't be King?" "But that doesn't stop me from being your Queen." ------------------------- Tommen Baratheon was the brother of the King. Tommen was a sweet and kind boy who was perfectly fine with his current position in the Capit...
