Trouble // Loras Tyrell / Renly Baratheon / Rieka Stark

27. Piece of Him

Like a fool / Aemond / aegon out now
" Your Grace. My king. My queen."

"Lady Brienne. So good of you to come." Margaery declared.

" I'm no lady, Your Grace." Brienne countered.

" Did you just bow?" Cersei demanded. Rieka yawned. Leaning heavily into loras as she caught sight of brienne.

"Apologies, Your Grace. I never did master the curtsy." Brienne admitted.

"You're the one who put a sword through Renly Baratheon." Joffrey shouted. Rieka felt a wave of nausea flood her.

" That's not true, my love. Brienne had nothing to do with it." Margaery corrected.

" A shame. I'd knight the man that put an end to that deviant's life." Joffrey hissed looking to rieka. "Reward him heavily. Make you his slave."

"Call upon your uncle stannis then." Rieka shouted. "I would love to see him again. Send my arrow through his eye perhaps."

"You would be doing me a favor. Maybe I will." Joffrey agreed. Rieka wanted to lunge at him but loras held her back

"Im going to kill him. Im going to kill him and that smug smile will be no more. Mark my words." She hissed.

" I just wanted to congratulate you both and wish you good fortune. The country has been at war too long. I hope your reign is long and peaceful." Brienne offered awkwardly not wanting to get in between their fight.

" Yes, yes." Joffrey waved a dismissive hand.

"Thank you. I hope we see more of you." Margaery added. Brienne nodded heading off but cersei stopped her.

"Lady Brienne. You're Lord Selwyn Tarth's daughter. That makes you a lady whether you want to be or not." Cersei remarked.

"As you say, Your Grace."

"Cersei be nice. Your son can't you can lead by example." Rieka instructed.

" I owe you my gratitude. You returned my brother safely to King's Landing." Cersei remarked. Rieka nodded.

"That was good." Rieka whispered

" In truth, he rescued me, Your Grace. More than once." Brienne admitted.

"Aw jaime not being a dick head?" Rieka questioned "that's sweet."

" Did he? Haven't heard that story before."

" Not such a fascinating story, I'm afraid." Brienne countered.

" I'm sure you have many fascinating stories. Sworn to Renly Baratheon. Sworn to Catelyn Stark. And now my brother. Must be exciting to flit from one camp to the next serving whichever lord or lady you fancy."

"She was loyal and good and renly liked her." Rieka added. Brienne smiled. She loved renly. He was a good man. Rieka was good to him. Brienne couldnt help but wonder if the child in her womb was renlys.

"I don't serve your brother, Your Grace." Brienne clarified.

" But you love him." Cersei corrected brienne didn't answer. She forced a smile

" Your Grace." she answered instead before heading off with rieka instead.

"I have mixed emotions about jaime but one thing you should know before you dive heart first is that he is in love with cersei." Rieka whispered "its why he never left kings guard. Never will. He needs to be near her."

"He wanted- needed to get back to her." Brienne confirmed.

"Hes not a bad guy if you can get past his oversized ego." Rieka offered. "Enjoy the party-"

"Lady rieka might i be so forward..."

"I love forward. Yes?" Rieka agreed.

"Your child... is there any possibility of it being our late kings?"

"Possibly." Rieka admitted

"Does your husband-"

"Loras knows. He hopes it is." Rieka admitted. "So we can have a piece of him."

"Then i hope it is a healthy baby boy with thick black hair like renly and his smile." Brienne added

"I would love that." Rieka confirmed.

"A gold dragon to whoever knocks my fool's hat off." Joffrey demanded. The fool was suddenly pelted with food, and he ran off.

" You're in rather a good mood." Tywin noted.

" I suppose I am." Cersei agreed.

"I won't ask why." Tywin assured.

" Small pleasures."

"i suppose a union for you is not in that?"

"No. Never." cersei agreed.

" Everyone, silence! Clear the floor. There's been too much amusement here today."

"Its amusing that my sister is wearing a fools necklace. It is surprising that margaery and joffrey are wed and your sister hasnt stabbed him with her fork,"'riska countered

"What?" Loras questioned

"A royal wedding is not an amusement. A royal wedding is history. The time has come for all of us to contemplate our history. My lords... my ladies..." Joffrey demanded. A lever was pulled. A giant lion's mouth opens. A red carpet rolled down. "I give you. King Joffrey... Renly, Stannis, Robb Stark, Balon Greyjoy. The War of the Five Kings."

Five dwarves come down from the lion's mouth, each dressed as one of the five kings. They run about, playing their roles with comic glee. The crowd applauded as Joffrey laughed out.

"Can we go? I dont feel well." Rieka whispered.

"Of course." Loras agreed. 'The babe or the show?"

"Both." Rieka admitted slinking off.

"Well fought. Well fought. Here you are. Champion's purse. Though you're not the champion yet, are you? A true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others out there who still dare to challenge my reign. Uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume."

"One taste of combat was enough for me, Your Grace. I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne." tyrion kept talking but rieka felt light headed. She leaned heavily into loras.

"I don't feel good." She whispered

"I will fetch you a maester as soon as i get you situated." He promised.

"What if i lose this baby?" Rieka whimpered gripping his arm. "What if we lose the last piece of him?"