Of Lions and Wolves

Queen

Robb

The dragon queen was fiercer than any other women he had ever met, fiercer than Jeyne even. She was every bit a Targaryen like her father before her. She terrified Robb. Seven hells, her and her army could destroy all of Westeros in one fell swoop. Thank the gods she was on his side.
Soon, she would sit on the throne and Robb could go home, back to deal with all the problems the North now held.
Problems for later, for now he had to think of how to take King's Landing with the least deaths to innocent people. And his own men. The dragon queen wished to use the dragons as a last resort but that seemed​ foolish to Robb. Why waste human life when the dragons could fly right to the Red Keep. In the end they went for a circular attack, they would surround he city and trap the Lannister army in, sooner or later King's Landing's defenses would crumble.
He almost felt bad for the Lannisters,the dragon queen will take what is hers with fire and blood. And by all the gods Robb would be there to see it.

Myrcella

It had been a week since she had arrived, a week, and already her world had come crashing down around her.
Her mother's trial had been today, had supposed to be her mother's trial.

She blew up the Sept.

Myrcella didn't believe it, she couldn't, even as she witnessed the green flames reach into the sky, even as the sky turned black from the smoke. Even as she heard and saw the building come crashing down, even as she saw the rocks fly into the air, crushing innocent citizens on their way back to Earth.
She couldn't take her eyes away from the horrifying hole in the middle of Kings Landing as questions raced through her mind. She stood there for hours, even after the soldiers came and told her of Tommen's death, even after the sun fled the hated day and the night crept into its place.

How?

No, it didn't matter how.

Why?

Why?

But she knew why.
So her mother could punish all who dared to stand up to her, any who had ever told her she was wrong. Those poor fools, poor fools to think that they had won against Cersei.
Now Margery was dead, her body was like all the dust flying into the breeze, with no one to speak words over her. That was the gravest tragedy of all, there was no one to return her body to her family.
Margery was dead.
Tommen was dead.
Myrcella could feel the pain, the hurt, the shadows steal into her heart, but she did not cry, she did not yell, she did not run to her mother's room​ and drive a knife into her heart, even though she wanted to.
Tommen was dead and Myrcella was lost, her baby brother, her dear innocent sweet brother. She would have died for Tommen.
Myrcella didn't know where her mother was, she didn't care, and her father was probably where ever Cersei was.

I'm alone, Myrcella thought as she hugged her knees to her chest , praying for sleep.

And I'm queen.