Trouble // Loras Tyrell / Renly Baratheon / Rieka Stark

26. Ooh Burn

"From House Tyrell and the people of the Reach, Your Grace, it is my honor to present you with this wedding cup." mace declared placing it before joffrey. "May you and my daughter Margaery drink deep and live long." Mace declared.

" A handsome goblet, my lord. Or shall I call you Father?" Joffrey agreed.

"Did we get him a gift?" Loras questioned. 

"Your father said house tyrell," Rieka countered. "We are covered." Loras nodded. 

" I shall be honored, Your Grace. " he bowed before heading back to his seat.

"Did we get Maragery a gift?" Loras questioned. 

"My presence isnt gift enough?" Rieka countered. "How about I try not to give birth today and steal the show?"

"SOunds good to me." Loras agreed. 

"A book?" joffrey groaned.

" "The Lives of Four Kings." Grand Maester Kaeth's history of the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the Unworthy, and Daeron the Good. A book every king should read." Tyrion agreed. Joffrey stared back at him as tywin approached.

"Now that the war is won, we should all find time for wisdom. Thank you, Uncle." Joffrey agreed stiffly.

"Thats one sexy goblet." Rieka declared. 

"Goblet for a king!" Loras agreed. Tyrion glanced to them. 

"A book? For the king! He doesnt need knowledge!" Rieka went on. 

"That is for kings that have brains-" Loras chuckled out his words fading through his laughter. 

" One of only two Valyrian steel swords in the capital, Your Grace, freshly forged in your honor." Tywin remarked. Joffrey exuberantly, unsheathed the sword.

"Careful, Your Grace. Nothing cuts like Valyrian steel." Pycelle warned.

" So they say." he chopped at the book Tyrion gave him. Tyrion rolled his eyes stepping farther away. "Such a great sword should have a name. What shall I call her?"

"Stormbringer."

" Terminus."

" Widow's Wail."

" Wolfsbane." the people called out.

" Widow's Wail. I like that. Every time I use it, it'll be like cutting off Ned Stark's head all over again."

RIeka felt murderous. Loras could tell he grabbed her hand holding her back. 

"Kill him at a wedding, Margaery would thank me." Rieka challenged. 

"Let it be known that Margaery of House Tyrell and Joffrey of the Houses Lannister and Baratheon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder."

"With this kiss, I pledge my love."

"Love he doesnt know what love is." Rieka challenged. "Nana?"

"Yes sweet girl?"

"Do I have to partake in this wedding feast?"

"Oh you must have something to eat, I paid good money to make this place worthy of our maragery." Olenna agreed. 

"Bit much, wouldn't you say?" Tywin drawled.

" It feels proportionate." Olenna challenged.

" Proportionate to what?" Tywin countered.

" The expected extravagance." Olenna clarified.

"It's a royal wedding for a child that thinks he deserves everything, it feels just right." Rieka assured. 

" People who spend their money on this sort of nonsense tend not to have it for long." Tywin corrected.

"Yet it was Tyrion that was begging for money because you stopping shitting gold." Rieka countered. Olenna chuckled as Rieka waddled off. 

"That girl is smart," Olenna remarked. "The key to the north, ours." She smiled up at Tywin. "Must make your furious." 

"Are you alright Rieka?"

"Are you saying I look fat?" Rieka demanded. 

"No-" Sansa answered quickly. 

"I feel fat." 

"I just meant your face is flushed." Sansa corrected. 

"It's a million degrees and we are in these awful dresses with three layers. Yeah, i'm hot and flushed and pregnant." Rieka agreed as Olenna came up. 

"You look exquisite, child. The wind has been at you, though. I haven't had the opportunity to tell you how sorry I was to hear about your brother the both of you," Olenna touched Rieka's arm. "War is war, but killing a man at a wedding, horrid. What sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reasons to fear marriage." Olenna remarked looking to Sansa.

"I wish someone would kill joffrey at his wedding." Rieka grumbled. 

"Careful what you say dearest." Olenna countered as Tyrion approached. 

"My lady. My lady." Tyrion said as he took his seat.

" Lord Tyrion, you see? Not as bad as all that. Perhaps if your pauper husband were to sell his mule and his last pair of shoes, he might be able to afford to bring you to Highgarden for a visit. Now that peace has come and all is right with the world, it would do you good to see some of it. You must excuse me. It's time I ate some of this food I paid for." Olenna added. Rieka chuckled looking at Tyrion. 

"Pauper husband you are, Tyrion." Rieka agreed heading off. 

"Always a pleasure rieka!" Tyrion called out. 

"A coat of gold / Or a coat of red / A lion still has claws And mine, my lord..." The musician sung out.

"Very good. Very good. Off you go." Joffrey shouted throwing some coin.

"My love, why don't we make the announcement?" Margaery suggested joffrey clanked his goblet.

" Everyone. The queen would like to say a few words."

"We are so fortunate to enjoy this marvelous food and drink. Not all among us are so lucky. To thank the gods for bringing the recent war to a just end, King Joffrey has decreed that the leftovers from our feast be given to the poorest in his city." Margaery answered.

"Shes so sweet Cersei, dont you think shes just the sweetest?" Rieka questioned, Cersei rolled her eyes looking to Rieka. "SO! Freaking sweet. LIke the best queen ever already." 

"You irk me." Cersei countered as she got up. 

"Yet you continue to put up with me!" Rieka called after her. 

" You're an example to us all." Cersei told Margaery kissing her on each cheek.

" Ser Jaime, I'm very sorry."

"Ser Loras, it's quite all right. Your sister looks very beautiful." Jaime offered.

" As does yours." Loras agreed, Jaime's lips pursed.

" It is a good thing you married RIeka. If you were to marry Cersei, she'd murder you in your sleep. If you somehow managed to put a child in her first, she'd murder him, too, long before he drew his first breath." Jaime told him calmly. 

" Luckily for him, he has me." Rieka agreed. Loras stepped closer. 

"I will never marry cersei...  And neither will you." Loras corrected. 

"Ohh burn, brush off the flames Jaime you are not a dragon, your tail might catch fire."