Snow // Willas Tyrell // Oberyn Martell

42. Weak

King Renly was killed using blood magic it was no longer safe for the Tyrells at the Baratheon camp

'We need to go home,' Margaery told her brother Loras.

'my Lord my lady,' Petyr said entering the tent.

'Get out.' Loras demanded from Renly's side.

'Stannis will be here in an hour,' Petyr told them 'when he arrives Renly Baratheon's Bannerman will flock to him, your former companions will fight for the privilege of selling you to their new king.'

'And you want that privilege for yourself?' Loras sneered sheathing his sword aiming it at Petyr

'You will note that I am standing here talking to you not Stannis,' Petyr remark

'This is ridiculous,' Margaery said pushing down her brothers blade down.

'Ride back to high garden sister I'm not running from Stannis.'

'Brienne of Tarth murdered Renly,' Margaery reminded him

'I don't believe that,' loras told her. 'You don't believe that.' he added 'who gained the most from our King's death? Stannis a sword through his righteous head!' Loras demanded 'a true king a good king,' he said kneeling by Renly's side

'Tell me sir Loras what do you desire most in this world?' Petyr asked

'Revenge.'

'I have always found that to be the purest motivations,' Petyr told him 'but you won't have a chance to put your sword through Stannis not today... you'll be cut the pieces before he sets foot on solid ground if it is just as you want you have to be smart about it.'

'You can't get revenge from the grave,' Margaery added 'bring the horses. Please,' she said stroking her brothers hair. He rose from Renly's side picking up his sword and heading out a broken look on his face.

'He was very handsome.' Margaery remarked.

'He was your grace.'

'Your Grace,' she mimicked 'calling yourself king doesn't make you one if friendly wasn't a king I wasn't a queen.' she said disappointed

'Do you want to be queen?'

'No.' she answered 'I want to be the queen.' she corrected.

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Tyrion anxiously in bed staring up at the ceiling Shae slowly opened her eyes, her cheek on her pillow staring over at him.

'Are you afraid my lion?'

'If the city falls Stannis will burn every last Lannister he can find, of course I am afraid.' Tyrion told her

'I won't let them hurt you.' Shae said confidently.

'I am a Lannister I don't have a choice in all this.' he told her brushing a hand against her back 'and it is not your war.' she moved quickly straddling him.

'It is now.' she told him he smiled up at her

'You can't fuck your way out of everything.' Tyrion teased

'I have so far.' she reminded him

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War was upon them. the chimes and battle drums rang out as the soldiers prepared for battle.

'Remember wait until-'

'The ships are in the bay.' Bronn said 'I know.'

'They must be far enough in.' Tyrion reminded him.

'I know what IN means... do you know how to use that?' Bronn questioned looking down at the axe in tyrions hand.

'I chopped wood once no... I watched my brother chopping wood once.' Tyrion admitted looking down to the axe.