"Loyalty is no loyalty when it wavers."
- Lady Alerie of Houses Tyrell and Hightower.
The Tyrells have always been deceitful, even their spouses.
Lady Alerie of Houses Tyrell and Hightower has her alliances elsewhere..
By the Targaryens, and her d...
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"CALM down, it's me, it's just me," the blonde man mutters as Laeherys wriggles hysterically in his grip. Once the Targaryen notices who it is she still feels apprehension, yet less as it was a familiar face.
"Olyvar, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in one of King's Landing's brothels or something? Or in ser Loras' chambers, caring for his armor or weapons," Laeherys asks him sarcastically, slowly pulling her wrist out of his.
"I have an order from Lord Baelish. He would like to meet you. Let me escort you to him," he says calmly. He holds his arm out in the same way Tommen always does. With a sigh she grabs the blue fabric of his tunic and walks with him.
"Why would Lord Baelish want to spend time with a simple handmaiden. Nonetheless sending his favourite.. male worker.. to fetch her," the girl asks him. His blue eyes twinkle with amusement as he slowly takes her to the flower gardens of the Red Keep.
"He is always interested in people that are connected to the Crown, especially ones with no special title yet with a special position. You are obviously favoured by prince Tommen, though you are not of a strong house or family," Olyvar explains, smirking slightly. "Maybe it reminds him of himself: self-made lord with wealth and women at his beckon."
"I do hope he knows I am nothing like him," Laeherys snaps at him. After that foul play of the War of the Five Kings, her mood was ruined. "I am not after a title by making prince Tommen adore me."
"Then why are you sitting at his side as if you were his wife or bethroted," Olyvar asks her smugly, his smirk even widening. He was clearly enjoying this way too much. "I did not sit next to him like I'm his wife or bethroted," the Targaryen hisses, getting a little bit too agitated with the blonde whore.
Luckily for him, if it had lasted any longer Laeherys really would have walked off, they see a shadow by the flower bushed. His dark hair was sleek and brushed to the side and he has a small, dark moustasche. He looks like an eel to Laeherys. A slimey thing that can sting.
"So this is the rumoured lover of prince Tommen. I do see why he would pick you over any noble lady." The man stops forward and looks her up and down, making Laeherys feel bare for his eyes. She pulls the sleeves of her dress higher up to cover herself. "Your eyes, for example, are magnificent. How did you get those irises?"
"Ancestor was a bastard of House Targaryen. They say my father had them as well. I wouldn't know it for myself, as my father died in Robert's Rebellion." Lord Baelish nods and rubs his chin between his finger and thumb. "Interesting.. and your mother?"
"Died in childbirth," she murmurs. In a way, all her claims were true. She did inherit her eyecolour from her ancestors, yet not from a bastard, her mother did die in childbirth, but not at hers and her father did die during Robert's Rebellion, but not as a simple soldier.
"Hmm.. and what was your name again?" "If you were so interested that you asked your favourite male whore to get me, I do think you would at least know my name," Laeherys replies. Lord Baelish laughs. "You are right, I do know. Laella.."
He steps forward and bows for Laeherys. "I don't think I introduced myself properly. My name is Lord Petyr Baelish. I was a good friend of House Tully, you may know them?" "I do. Lord Hoster with his three children.. Edmure, Catelyn and Lysa. Lady Sansa is Catelyn's daughter," Laeherys replies.
Lord Baelish chuckles. "Very well remembered, Laella. Now, what I want to know is how you came to know prince Tommen and what your relationship with him is," Baelish says, gracefully sitting down in a chair made of iron. Laeherys sees that Olyvar pulls another one of those chairs and places it behind her.
"Sit down, my lady. My lord and I would like you to feel.. comfortable," he murmurs into her ear. Once again she feels his lips against her earshell and it makes shivers run over her body. She ignores him by focusing on Lord Baelish.
"I am sorry, my Lord, but I do not know why the prince is interested in me. There is nothing more to me than my vow of loyalty to House Tyrell and Lady Alerie. As for meeting the prince, I of course met him at court. Further questions to bother my humble self with, Lord Baelish?"
Laeherys feels the fire of her ancestor's dragons burn in her veins. She liked how she handled this, with coldness and wit. Deceiving this man that was obviously playing a game. A dangerous game, she was sure of.
"I can not believe that there's nothing more to the prince's little love," Lord Baelish says, hinting that he didn't believe one word of her. Laeherys smiles innocently and flutters her eyes. "Than I'm afraid to disappoint you. Olyvar, could you please escort me back? Lady Tyrell must be worried about my absence by now," she says, wanting to get out as soon as she could.
The Targaryen notices the silent conversation between Baelish and Olyvar and the small nod that Baelish gives him. "Of course, Laella," he says and Laeherys stands up from her seat to take Olyvar's extended arm. The blonde then returns her to the place where he found her. He soon disappeared and Laeherys walks back to the place where the feast was held.
On her way though, she was stopped by the screams of men and women and some of the lords and ladies running towards her, passing her completely on their way out. It makes the child freeze with fear. Had something happened? Had Stannis avenged the loss at Blackwater today? Did the citizens of King's Landing have another uproar against the Crown?
The girl was about to run to the feast when she sees Lady Tyrell running up to her. The woman hugs her tightly. "Thank the Gods you are here. I was worried when I didn't see you anywhere," she cries out. Laeherys hugs her mother-figure back. "What has happened, my lady? Has Lord Stannis attacked?"
"No, my darling," the lady says, cupping the face of her princess. "King Joffrey.. he's been poisoned." The red lips of Laeherys fall apart, creating a surprised O-shape. "Poisoned, by whom?" Lady Alerie sighs.
"It was Lord Tyrion. He had served him the wine, he had to be the one to do it. Probably involved his wife as well, but we can't know that now." "And why not? You could ask Sansa-" "Lady Sansa has fled King's Landing in the commotion after.. what happened," the lady hiccups.
"But Lady Margaery and King Joffrey.. they haven't consumated the marriage yet. Now Margaery won't be Queen," Laeherys says. "And," Lady Tyrell asks, encouraging her to think further. The Targaryen thinks and thinks about all the steps that will happen.
Tyrion will be on trial for murder on the King and kinslaying, Cersei will hate her brother even more, Tyrion will be sentenced to death if found guilty, Joffrey will be buried and his successor will be crowned.
His successor.. oh no.
"Tommen will be king," she whispers. Lady Tyrell inhales deeply and sighs it out. "Yes, Tommen will be our new king. Mace will try to marry Margaery off to him now. This means we will have to set out our plans quickly."
"Our plans, my lady," Laeherys asks in confusion. Lady Tyrell nods and leans in to whisper in her ear. "We will need to speak with Prince Oberyn and reveal who you are. He will help the sister of Elia's husband, I'm sure of it."
