Trouble // Loras Tyrell / Renly Baratheon / Rieka Stark

28. Greener Pastures

"Where is his wife? Where's Sansa?" Cersei demanded.

" Find her. Bar the gates of the city. Seize every ship in the harbor." Tywin agreed.

" Where is she?!"

"No one leaves the capital! No one!" Tywin demanded.

A lot had happened since rieka and loras left the wedding feast. Rieka didnt hear of anything taking a half days long nap after a tramatic scare with some spotting as the maester called it. Common in pregnancy and she wasnt losing the baby. Thank the gods

"So am I the queen?"

"More than rieka was with Renly. Less than you would have been if Joffrey had done you the courtesy of consummating the marriage before dying. In any case, this would not be an opportune moment to press the issue." Olenna answered.

" Clawing at his own throat, looking to his mother to make stop... it was horrible." Margaery whispered.

"Can you find sansa?" Rieka questioned

"Would that I could she vanished. Like a ghost." Loras countered

"Shes not that clever to run." Rieka countered

"Cersei and tywins guards are looking for her," loras shrugged running his fingers through her hair.

"Shes not that clever..." rieka repeated. "Petyr is."

"Little finger took her?"

"That slimy little man." Rieka hissed

"The world is overflowing with horrible things. But they're all a tray of cakes next to death. They brought me your grandfather's body when he died, you know? Made me look at it." Olenna questioned

"Cersei is offering a knighthood to whomever finds Sansa." Loras said and Rieka tensed.

"Finds her dead or alive?" RIeka whispered as she paced. And grianed. The pain growing.

'Can I bring the maester in?" Loras begged she had been suffering since the wedding for more than one reason.

"I dont want his hands near my regions." Rieka sassed. "I can have this baby by myself."

"Can you?"

"I helped my brother through many labors, this should be easy. FUCKING... easy." She whimpered. "The water broke and now we wait... walking helps." She gripped the chair with bone breaking force as she groaned out.

" I can't believe you're going. Leaving me alone here with these people."

" The time has come, my dear. There's nothing more tedious than a trial. Except perhaps these gardens. If I have to take one more leisurely stroll through these gardens, I'll fling myself from the cliffs." Olenna countered. Margaery chuckled. " As soon as Rieka has this baby we are off."

"You are taking Loras and rieka too?" Margaery demanded.

"THe capital is no place for a baby." Olenna agreed.  "Have you been to see Tommen yet?"

" No. Have they even agreed to the match? No one tells me anything." Margaery countered.

"I wasn't originally meant to marry your grandfather Luthor, you know. He was engaged to my sister, your great-aunt Viola. I was to be given to some Targaryen or other. Marrying a Targaryen was all the rage back then. But the moment I saw my intended, with his twitchy little ferret's face and ludicrous silver hair, I knew he wouldn't do."

"I wish I could tell Joffrey." Rieka whispered seeing the little boy, black baratheon hair on his head, the rightful heir of the seven kingdoms was in her arms. "Renly Robb Tyrell. Oh his face." Loras chuckled kissing her sweat slicked hair.  "His perfect little face..."

"better he's dead." Loras countered. "I just wish it could have been me. The way he spoke of renly..."

"Hey Loras..."

"Yeah? Do you need anything?"

"Water but not yet." She countered licking dry lips. "That was impossible and i'm never having another child again." she warned. Loras laughed hugging her gently.

"What about a little girl one day?"

"Accusing her brother of his murder, which he didn't commit." Olenna tsked.

"Well, he could have done it." Margaery countered.

"He could have done, but he didn't." Olenna answered.

" You don't know, Grandmother."

"But I do know. You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?" Olenna tsked.

" What? I don't understand."

"Shh. Don't you worry yourself about all that. You just do what needs to be done." Olenna assured "not let us congratulate the happy couple before we head off to greener pastures."