Trouble // Loras Tyrell / Renly Baratheon / Rieka Stark

14. Good Luck, Good Riddance

"Loras no," Rieka begged pulling him back. "I don't want to go back to the capital, please."

"Stannis did this." Loras seethed.

"He's not at the capital, Cersei and joffrey are." Rieka reminded him. "I don't... please." Rieka begged. "I can't handle the capital again. You know what they will do? I married renly. I married the enemy to them!" She shouted "I'm a traitor, we all are!" 

"I will protect you."

"Like you protected renly?" Rieka countered before she could stop herself. It was like she had slapped him with how much he withdrew. "Loras I didnt mean-"

"No. I understand and you are right. I didn't protect him as I should have. But I will protect you. I will do better. Rieka I cant handle this alone. I can't handle them alone." LOras begged. 

"What if we went to high garden or north instead?"

"what about your sister?" Loras countered.  Rieka hesitated. 

"I dont believe that Arya is there, she wouldnt stay put and play prisoner." Rieka countered. 

"And sansa?"

"We were never all that close." Rieka decided.

"You are going to leave her there?"

"She would have left me." Rieka countered.

"I don't want to lose you rieka..." Loras begged. 

"And I don't want to lose you." She agreed. "We just lost renly. It would break my heart to lose you as well."

"We help the Lannisters best stannis that is the first step to getting revenge. Getting justice for renly. Then we kill joffrey." Loras decided.  Rieka hesitated "you wanted his head on a spike. Renly wanted to do that for you. Let me instead."

"Okay. Lets go to the capital." Rieka agreed. He hugged her tight.

"Shes not marrying joffrey! I want to be queen!" Margaery shouted. 

"Shut the fuck up Margaery!" Loras demanded. "She doesnt want Joffrey!"

" I, Joffrey of the House Baratheon, first of my name, the rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, do hereby proclaim my grandfather, Tywin Lannister, the savior of the city and the Hand of the King." Joffrey declared.

Bowing, a page presented a pillow to Joffrey, who placed the Hand's brooch up to Tywin, Tywin bowed, rieka yawned leaning into Loras. 

"I feel like i'm going to be grabbed and thrown into a cell." Rieka whispered into Loras. 

"I wont allow such things, my dear." Olenna told her. 

"You gonna body check them with your rump grandmother?" Rieka pouted back at her. 

"I could." Olenna agreed chuckling. 

"Anyone else she would have squashed." Loras whispered. 

"Thank you, Your Grace." He agreed before turning to leave. Joffrey cleared his throat looking to Petyr next.

"For your good service and ingenuity in uniting the Houses of Lannister and Tyrell, I declare that you shall be granted the castle of Harrenhal with all its attendant lands and incomes to be held by your sons and grandsons from this day until the end of time."

" You honor me beyond words, Your Grace. I shall have to acquire some sons and grandsons." Petyr agreed.

"Never gonna happen Petyr." Rieka mumbled. "Oh shit its your turn... make me look good but not too good considering I was supposed to marry that ass hat but good enough that they dont try to lock me up." 

"Ser Loras Tyrell." JOffrey declared and Loras released Rieka's hand stepping forward.  "Your house has come to our aid. The whole realm is in your debt, none more so than I. If your family would ask anything of me, ask it, and it shall be yours." Joffrey declared.

" Your Grace, my sister Margaery is a maiden, unwed, I would ask you to find it in your heart to do us the great honor of joining our houses." Loras offered.

" Is this what you want, Lady Margaery?" Margaery stepped forward.

"With all my heart, Your Grace. I have come to love you from afar. Tales of your courage and wisdom have never been far from my ears. And those tales have taken root deep inside of me." Margaery agreed

"She's a good little actress." Rieka murmured. 

"She wants to be queen. " Olenna agreed. Sansa froze when she saw Rieka with the tyrells. 

"I, too, have heard tales of your beauty and grace, but the tales do not do you justice, my lady. It would be an honor to return your love, but I am promised to another. A king must keep his word."

"Not me, not me, not me." Rieka begged. 

"Your Grace, in the judgment of your Small Council, it would be neither proper nor wise for you to wed the daughter of a man beheaded for treason, a girl whose brother is in open rebellion against the throne as we speak. For the good of the realm, your councilors beg you to set Sansa Stark aside." Cersei countered. "Set aside... Rieka Stark." Cersei added staring back at Rieka. She smiled sweetly up at Cersei. 

"SET US ASIDE!" Rieka agreed loudly as the people declared. 

"Margaery! We want Margaery!" The crowd declared.

"I would like to heed your wishes and the wishes of my people, but I took a holy vow." Joffrey corrected. Rieka stepped forward. 

"You are released from your vows." RIeka countered. 

"What happened to her laying low?" Margaery hissed. 

"She doesnt want joffrey, she wants me." Loras countered. 

"The gods do indeed hold betrothal solemn, but the crimes against the realm on all parts," Rieka declared, his most surely should relieve them from such union. "-free you from any promise you have made to them in the sight of the gods." Joffrey stared back at her. Pycelle stepped forward. 

"She is... right your grace." 

"I usually am." Rieka agreed. Joffrey glared back at her. 

"The gods are good. I am free to heed my heart. Ser Loras, I will gladly wed your sweet sister. You will be my queen and I will love you from this day until my last day."

"Good luck." Good riddance.