Trouble // Loras Tyrell / Renly Baratheon / Rieka Stark

19. Broodmare

My Problem / Larys strong / Davina Targaryen out now!

"No need to speak. Are there any figs? Fetch some. I always take figs midafternoon. They help move the bowels. To what do I owe this summons?" Olenna questioned. Podrick ran off.

" Thank you for seeing me, my lady. I had hoped we might discuss a few financial matters." Tyrion offered.

"I climbed all those steps to discuss financial matters?" Olenna hissed.

"You made me climb all these stairs with you for this?" Rieka tsked. "Tyrion come on."

"I'm sorry." Tyrion agreed. "It's the royal wedding. I'm told you had a hand in planning it." Tyrion remarked.

"Naturally." She drawled.

"It's shaping up to be a very involved affair. The word extravagant has been used." Tyrion told her.

"What good is the word extravagant if it can't be used to describe a royal wedding?"

"Speaking of weddings, I have thoughts and I need to speak to you later... about my dress." Rieka offered.

"Wear Tyrell colors." Olenna suggested.

"But, as Master of Coin, it falls upon me to calculate the cost for the crown. As of now, it's a huge expense." Tyrion countered.

"And?"

"Squire!"

" Well fought, ser." Olyvar remarked.

"That was no fight. I don't know you." Loras realized.

"Olyvar, if it please you." olyvar said as he started to undo his armor.  "I should like to see you spar with a proper partner, ser."

"Very generous of you." Rieka remarked. Olenna nodded.

"Tis the only way it will be a wedding Margaery deserves."

"I... well I wish to speak to you- has loras spoken to you-"

"About you two wanting to wed? No. But I hear things." Olenna countered.

"Oh..."

"It's a lovely thought. I know Margaery wants sansa gone and wants to set sansa up with loras however."

"What?" Rieka countered.

"Stupid if you ask me, you see loras as he is and still love him just as you loved Renly." Olenna agreed.

"They are more then their bed preference." Rieka assured.

"Dont worry, you will have loras, we can find sansa a proper match and get out of here." Olenna assured.

"Thank you, nana." Rieka kissed her cheek. "I'm going to find Loras.' Olenna smiled watching her run off.

" Lady Margaery wears it that way." Petyr remarked.

"Many ladies wear it this way." Sansa countered.

"First she was copying cersei and now she is copying Margaery." Rieka agreed as she passed. Sansa scowled back at her.

"I have good news. I'll be leaving the city soon."

"That is good news!" Rieka called over her shoulder.

"You still want me to come with you?" Sansa whispered.

"It's not a question of what I want. It's what you want. You want to go home, don't you?"

"Of course. More than anything. But maybe it would be better to wait... I've been thinking how dangerous it would be. Not just for me, but for you. You've been so kind. I'd feel terrible if anything happened to you. I can't tell you how touched I am by your concern for my welfare." Sansa offered.

" I hope you know that I'm your friend, Sansa. Your true friend.""

"I do, Lord Baelish."

"Petyr." He corrected.

If sansa married Loras than she wouldnt need to be rescued.

"I'm Master of Coin. Saving money is important." Tyrion countered before turning to cersei "Stop that. You're making me uncomfortable."

" Your sister has learned that your new friends the Tyrells are plotting to marry the Stark girl to Ser Loras." Tywin demanded.

" Very well. She's a lovely girl. Missing some of Loras' favorite bits, but I'm sure they'll make do."

" Your jokes are not appreciated."

" It wasn't my best, but-"

" I bring them into the royal fold and this is how they repay me, by trying to steal the key to the North out from under me." Tywin hissed.

" Rieka is the key to the North? I seem to remember she has a twin brother."

"The Karstarks have marched home. The young wolf has lost half his army. His days are numbered. Theon Greyjoy murdered both his brothers. That makes Rieka Stark the heir to Winterfell. And I am not about to hand her over to the Tyrells."

"The Tyrell army is helping us to win this war. Do you really think it's wise to refuse them?" Tyrion countered.

" There's nothing to refuse. This is a plot. Plots are not public knowledge. And the Tyrells won't carry this one out until after Joffrey's wedding. We need to act first and kill this union in its crib." Tywin insisted.

" And how do we do that?"

"We find Rieka Stark a different husband."

" Wonderful." Tyrion offered confused.

"Yes, it is." Cersei chuckled. Tyrion hesitated realizing.

"Oh? Me? Well... I mean..." Tyrion smiled. "She is lovely."

"Glad you agree. Tyrion will do as he's bid. As will you."

" What do you mean?" Cersei paled

"You'll marry Ser Loras."

" I will not."

"Tyrion will secure the North, you will secure the Reach. He has elder brothers yes but one is crippled and the other has a baren wife. Loras is the key." Tywin decided.

"No, I won't do it." Cersei demanded.

" Yes, you will. You're still fertile. You need to marry again and breed." Tywin countered.

"I am Queen Regent, not some broodmare.""

"You're my daughter! You will do as I command and you will marry Loras Tyrell and put an end to the disgusting rumors about you once and for all."

" Father, don't make me do it again, please."