Wolf Queen

chapter six

2 years later

A lot of things have happened. I was now sixteen years old. I was still stuck in King's Landing. I desperately wanted to go home, to Winterfell, but Joffrey would not allow me.

I wanted to see my mother and brothers again. I haven't spoke to them since we left.

Margaery Tyrell was marrying Joffrey instead of Sansa. She would be queen. I had been spending most of my time helping Margaery with the wedding.

"I appreciate everything you have done for me, Lyanna," she says, smiling, "and I haven't gotten around to apologizing for what Joffrey did to your father."

I refuse to make eye contact with her. "It's okay–"

Margaery places her hand on mine and I look up. "But it isn't, Lyanna."

"There isn't anything I can do about it. He's gone." I move my hand away and look down.

"I've heard you asked to go visit your brother and mother," Margaery says, "is that true?"

I nod and stack her wedding invitations in a pile. "It is."

"When I am queen, I will allow you to travel to see your family once again."

I smile. "Thank you, Lady Margaery. May I ask you one more thing?"

"Of course."

"Why is it that you are so kind to me? I am a Stark. Nobody has ever been that kind to me."

"You have been nothing but kind to me. It would be rude to not return what you have given to me." Margaery says.

"Thank you, Lady Margaery."

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I was woken up in the night. A guard barged into my room and grabbed me by the arm.

"Queen Cersei wishes to speak with you." He says hastily.

I rub my eyes. "Can't it wait? I'm exhausted."

"You'll want to hear about this."

I remove the blankets off of me and I get out of bed. The guard leads me to the throne room.

Joffrey sat upon the throne and Cersei and Margaery were beside him. Lord Tyrion was there too.

I kneel before the throne and stand up after doing so.

"Lyanna, I am so sorry, I–"

"Quiet!" Joffrey snaps and looks at me.

"Lyanna Stark," Joffrey says carefully, "sister to Sansa Stark, and more importantly, Robb Stark, who has recently been murdered."

Murdered? No, he's made a mistake.

"You've made a mistake, he isn't–"

"Kings do not make mistakes." Joffrey snapped.

My brother, my big brother is dead. I wanted to scream and cry, but I contained myself.

"Thank you for telling me, your grace." I say and turn around to leave.

"Your mother is dead as well."

I clench my fist, trying to contain myself from breaking down. I walk out and back to my room.

Prince Tommen was standing beside my door, oblivious to what had happened.

"W-What's wrong?" He asks.

I shake my head and wipe my tears.

"It's none of your concern." I say as politely as I can.

I could remember when I was taller than Tommen. He had grown. It's been forever since I had seen him.

"I found this," he hands me a silver necklace. It was beautiful, "I think it was your brother's."

"It was. He was planning to give it to his wife when they married," I take his hand into mine and place the necklace in his hand before closing it, "keep it, give it to your future wife."

Tommen goes to stop me but I shut the door in his face. His footsteps lighten up, signalling that he was gone. I finally break down.

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Today was Margaery's wedding day. I sat beside Tommen at the table.

Tommen looks at me. "Are you alright?"

I nod. "Yes."

I stare down at the table, wanting to leave. Five dwarves run around. I notice one with a wolf's head. Robb.

Joffrey looks over at me while laughing. I look over at Sansa and she had the same reaction.

If Tyrion hadn't said something, I would have. Joffrey, in no way, scared me. In return, Joffrey comes behind Tyrion and pours wine on his head.

"Serve me wine." Joffrey orders.

Tyrion stands up and walks in front of the table and Joffrey knocks the cup out of his hand. Joffrey kicks the cup under the table and it rolls to Sansa.

Sansa bends down and picks it up, handing it to Tyrion. He fills the goblet and hands it to Joffrey.

I felt bad for this family. Cersei had a child like Joffrey. It's a shame that he couldn't be more like Tommen.

"Kneel before me." Joffrey demands.

"No." Tyrion says.

Maybe I should leave, I think, I don't know where I would go, but I cannot stay here and deal with Joffrey as a King.

Margaery insists they cut the pigeon pie. The two of them walk over to the pie and Joffrey draws his sword, cutting it. Several white doves fly out.

Margaery serves him a piece of the pigeon pie and Joffrey requests wine from Tyrion.

Tyrion takes the goblet and hands it to Joffrey. He drinks out of it.

I look at Tommen. "I'm going to go."

"Why? Where are you going?" Tommen asks.

As I stand up, I look at him. "I want to be alone."

I go to walk away and everyone begins shouting. I turn my head and see that Joffrey is choking.

"He's choking!" Margaery shouts.

Joffrey points at Tyrion just before he dies. I look at Tyrion, unable to comprehend what just happened. There was no way Tyrion poisoned Joffrey. Even if Joffrey was a little shit, Tyrion would never do that.

Tyrion shakes his head at me.

"Take him!" Cersei shouts.

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