Monster // Petyr Baelish

52. Devoted

"Welcome lord Baelish." Renly remarked. "What do I owe the pleasure?" 

"An offer." Petyr remarked. "Getting you on the throne." Rieka smirked, Petyr was good at playing the game. 

"I'm listening... oh, Rieka Stark..." Renly remarked realizing who she was. "Or should I say Baelish?"

"You should." Rieka agreed. 

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Renlys war camps were a mess. RIeka didn't know why she was here now that she was here, she thought it would be an adventure but it wasnt. Robbie cried softly into her. She rocked him in her arms as Petyr came up to her. 

"Come on, King Renly-" Petyr chuckled out the words. "-has given us a tent." 

"How generous, this little man is tired too." Rieka agreed.  She sat on the ground of her tent Robbie sat in her lap smiling happily.

Petyr and Rieka's tents were next to Loras, she covered her mouth to keep from laughing out when she heard the hushed voices next door. Loras was fucking the king and Margaery RIeka assumed was far from a virtuous woman.

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'I'll make it up to her.' Renly said as he pulled at Loras's pants

'Not tonight your grace.' Loras spat 'there's another Tyrell that requires your attention.' Renly scoffed. 'you did it, with my fathers support all his armies on your charm alone.' Renly flopped over next to him. 'Your vessels are starting to snigger behind your back' Loras warned him. 'Brides are not usually virgins two weeks after their wedding night.' he reminded him

'Is Margaery a virgin?' Renly questioned.

'Officially...' No one outside of the family knew of her indiscretions, to be a stain on the family name, not Margaery she was the prized flower and Loras was their golden goose. He would lead the tyrell name into the future. His eldest brother crippled and lacking in suitors, his next eldest Garlan had a barren wife. Loras was going to be their only chance at continuing the family name.

'Should I bring her to you?' Loras questioned and Renly started drinking, he was going to need a lot to get through this.

'I should warn you I've had quite a bit of wine.' Renly said when Margaery approached

'As is your right, you are a king.' Margaery told him standing seductively across the tent from him.

'You are very beautiful.' Renly told her awkwardly.

'Thank you your Grace.' Margaery said stepping forward.

'A lovely gown.' He told her.

'Do you think so? I can't decide how I like it better this way or..' she pulled her gown off revealing her breasts.

'You certainly don't need it.' Renly told her as she kissed his face, 'although some say beauty most desired is beauty concealed.' he let her kiss him but he didn't feel anything, her hand slipped down his chest to his limp cock. 'must be the wine.'

'Here let me,' she said pulling down his pants kissing at his lips, his face pinched awkwardly as she tried her best to seduce her husband but he pulled her back.

'I'm sorry,' he told her

'Do you want me to bring my brother? To come in and help?' Margaery offered.

'What?' he asked incredulously

'Well he could get you started I'm sure he wouldn't mind or I can turn over and you can pretend I'm him?' she offered hopefully.

'I don't know what you're talking about,' he said defensively heading to the bed miserably.

'There's no need for us to play games, save your lies for court you're going to need a lot of them.' She stepped overconfidently to him massaging his shoulder as she sat on the bed next to him. 'Your enemies aren't happy about us they want to tear us apart and the best way to stop them is to put your baby... In my belly.' She told him 'we can try again later. You decide how you want to do it with me, with me and loras whoever else you like,' she forced him to look at her 'whatever you need to do. You are a king,' she told him gently kissing his cheek.
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Rieka walked the camps and ran into Margaery. She smiled softly but Rieka saw the bitterness as she looked to Robbie in her arms. 

"You and the king getting along well?" Rieka mused. 

"Of course." Margaery agreed. 

"You need not lie to me," Rieka assured "My husband is just as much a master of whispers as Varys and queen bitch Cersei." Rieka remarked and Margaery chuckled. 

"Rieka Stark? Right?" 

"Thats me." Rieka agreed. 

"I want a child." Margaery admitted. "I want a babe of my own. Someone to call mine and Renly doesnt... he hasnt..." she groaned softly. "You clearly dont have that problem with your husband."

"No, he enjoys every part of me." Rieka agreed. 

"To have a husband so devoted, whats that like?" 

"I hear once you are really a queen- I hope you dont mind me being honest, I'm very blunt." Rieka remarked and Margaery chuckled. 

"Yes, honesty is good." Margaery agreed. 

"From my experience, kings are cunts, maybe Renly will be a good man, he seems better than Joffrey and Robert but Margaery you shouldnt have to try so hard to please him. You are more than enough." Rieka assured. "You are worth more than to just sit still and look pretty." 

"Thank you Rieka. But I still want to be the queen." 

"Of course you do." Rieka agreed. "I hope you get to sit that throne- oh wait that is the mans duty, you will stand by his side and look pretty.... but you will do a damn good job of it."