Wolf Queen

chapter seventeen

Margaery and I were walking down by the gardens.

"How is being queen?" Margaery asks suddenly.

"Not what I thought it would be," I sigh, "I wanted to apologize. I know you were supposed to be queen and then Joffrey was killed. What I'm trying to say is I took your spot, and I'm sorry. I just don't want to lose you as a friend after you were so generous to me after my father, brother, and mother died."

Margaery smiles and hugs me gently. "Don't worry, your grace. I'm not angry, I will always be loyal to the crown, to you."

"I'm very glad to hear that." I say and smile.

We continue walking and I listen to her speak of Highgarden. As much as I tried to listen to her, I couldn't. It's like I couldn't focus. My mind was wandering to my mother and father.

The Targaryens. They can't all be gone. Well, I know my aunt was still alive and Aemon, but that can't be it. There has to be someone else.

"Is there something on your mind?" Margaery asks, halfway through telling me about the gardens in Highgarden.

I shake my head and look at her. "No, why?"

"You have the expression of a dead dog," she laughs, "are you sure?"

I shrug. Maybe I should ask Margaery if she knows anything about them.

"Do you know anything about the Targaryens?" I ask.

Margaery lets out a light chuckle. "What do you want with the Targaryens?"

"I don't know, I really enjoy learning about things that happened in the past, like what happened to the Targaryens."

"What do you think? Robert Baratheon killed Rhaegar Targaryen and Jaime Lannister killed Aerys Targaryen then they took the throne for themselves," Margaery explains, "your father took part in it too."

"Yeah, I know about my aunt Lyanna and Rhaegar." I say.

Very familiar with it, I think to myself.

"Well," Margaery looks around, "I should probably go, I have to speak with grandmother soon."

I nod. "Okay, we'll talk later."

Margaery smiles and we go separate ways. I make my way up the steps to the castle. I was exhausted. I felt like I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in a long time.

Reila is in my bedchambers, making my bed and cleaning the place.

"Oh Reila, you're too sweet. I can do this myself." I tell her and pick up my gown from earlier.

"No, no, your grace, this is what I am here for." She smiles.

I sigh and pick up Tommen's shirt. Reila walks over to me and takes it gently from my hands. She gives me a half smile and walks to another part of the room.

"I'll get your bath ready."

Reila walks to the washroom and I undress myself. I walk into the room and step into the bath.

We make small talk as she sits in there with me.

"So, not to be nosey or anything, your grace, but have you tried? Like Cersei said?"

I nod as I look at the ceiling. "We have."

"Well, I hope you have a little girl. Between you and Tommen, your baby will be kind and gentle."

I smile and raise my head to look at her. "I hope I have a boy first, but I would like a little girl."

"Do you know if you are with child yet?" Reila asks.

"No," I sigh, "but I'm hoping I am. If not, Cersei wants me gone and Tommen to find a new wife."

Reila rolls her eyes at me mentioning Cersei. The two did not get along. Cersei would try to tell Reila what to do. Reila would often say something like: "I do not answer to you, I answer to Queen Lyanna." Cersei didn't like Reila because she was a Martell.

"She cannot do that. I'm sorry your grace, but I'm sick of her sitting around acting like she is still queen. She isn't, you are."

"I know, Reila." I say and stand up from the bath.

I step out from the bath and Reila takes my robe, putting it on my shoulders. I tie it around myself and take a towel, drying my hair.

"Thank you for your help, Reila. You may leave." I say as I sit on the bed.

She nods and walks out of the room. I take a deep breath and lie down on the bed.