The Andromeda Galaxy

Week One - Ryan

Long May He Reign

Not a soul dared to utter a word,

As The High Septon spoke in front of the Iron Throne.

His weary hands quivered over the boy's innocent, blonde head.

The golden crown crept above its poisoned holder's heir.

Lords and Ladies huddled side by side in the dim chamber,

Lit only by the candle light shimmering off the stained glass.

"In the Light of The Seven,

I now proclaim,

Tommen of the House Baratheon,

First of His Name,

King of the Andals and the First Men,

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms,

And Protector of the Realm."

And with that the crown came to rest,

Its amber stone shone in the dull glow,

"Long may he reign" echoed through the hall,

Amid the fallen applause and cheer.

His eyes fell upon her,

Dear Lady Margaery,

She stood in her stunning beauty,

With a loving smile that crept from the edge of her lips,

Onto the face of the boy himself,

Warmth filled his frightened heart,

As her graceful stride swept across the floor,

Her gentle touch would soon be his to caress.

"A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn't"

The words rang in Tommen's head like

The bells of the Great Sept during a royal wedding.

The man who had uttered them stood expressionless amid the cheer,

Tommen promised himself he would be a wise king,

And to do so he knew he must listen to his grandfather,

Tywin was the wisest man he knew.

His gaze flickered and met his mother's,

Cersei stared into her son's pale blue eyes,

As a tear fell from the corner of her own,

They reminded her of Joffrey,

She felt a stab of pain as the anger stirred inside of her,

Her vow stood as strong as ever,

Tyrion would pay for what he had done to her first-born.

The boy stared into the flock of people,

His people,

Those who he now had to lead,

Who he now had to rule.

Who he could control.

But young King Tommen was to be but a puppet,

In this unforgiving game of thrones,

A faux puppet master,

Pulling invisible strings,

In this royal pageant of power.

He was strung up so tight,

By all those who he held dear,

For compassion was his weakness.

His heart was pure,

But his mind was fogged,

Such a boy could never truly rule,

Only perform in this noble play.

Ryan, RyanBH