Ignorance// Renly Baratheon

4. Sloth

'If I marry Renly does that make me-'

'Lady of Stormlands.' Olenna told her.

'Well that is quite impressive.' Maren said happily. While Margaery scoffed.

'Be happy for your sister.' Olenna demanded.

'Be happy for her?' Margaery questioned. 'When is it my turn!'

'You want to be queen?' Olenna reminded her. 'Well there are currently no Princes or Kings in need of a wife.'

'Joffrey-' Margaery began.

'Joffrey is to be married to Sansa Stark.' Olenna reminded her and Margaery let out an exasperated breath, slumping into her chair.

'Sit up,' Olenna demanded. 'how do you expect to woe a prince if your posture is worse than a sloth!' Maren bit at her lip to keep from smiling. Margaery glared over at Maren's perfect posture and Margaery righted herself. 'Much better, you could learn a thing or two from Maren.' Olenna told Margaery which only infuriated Margaery even more. 'My good girl.' Olenna said patting Maren's cheek. 'You are going to do great things.' Margaery rolled her eyes as their grandmother doted over Maren. Margaery knew their grandmother did it to anger Margaery, to make her try harder and be better. But it irked her all the same.

'The prince of Dorne-' Maren began.

'What part of I will be queen did you not get through your thick head!" Margaery shouted and Maren looked down to her lap anxiously pulling at her fingers.

'My lady,' a messenger said delivering a scroll to Olenna. She waved him away once she had the scroll. She opened it reading it over.

'What does it say grandmother?" Maren questioned hopefully.

'Renly Baratheon has accepted our offer of marriage, he requests that Loras comes to court with you as your guard.' Olenna told her.

'Oh Loras!' Maren said happily. 'Did you hear that?" Maren smiled over at her brother. 'We are going to court!'

'That's wonderful Maren.' Loras said giving her cheek a kiss. 'You are going to make a lovely bride.'

'Do you think he will like me?" Maren questioned and Margaery sniggered and Maren's smile faltered as she looked to her sister.

'Your sister is a beautiful and kind woman.' Olenna said slapping Margaery over the head. 'Growing strong.' Olenna muttered. 'More like growing bitter and vindictive!' Margaery stood up stomping off. 'He is going to love you.' Olenna assured.

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'I'm sending you two back to Winterfell." Ned told sansa and Arya.

"What!" Sansa declared furiously, "What about Joffrey?"

"Are you dying because of your leg?" Arya questioned.

"Please, father. Please don't." Sansa's voice wavered with panic.

"You can't! I've got my lessons with Syrio. I'm finally getting good."

"This isn't a punishment sisters." Ned assured them. "I want you back in Winterfell, for your own safety."

"Can we take Syrio back with us?"

"Who cares about your stupid dancing teacher? I can't go. I'm supposed to marry Prince Joffrey. I love him and I'm meant to be his Queen and have his babies."

"Seven hells." Ned muttered. "When you're old enough, I'll make you a match with someone who's worthy of you, someone who's brave and gentle and strong."

"I don't want someone brave and gentle and strong. I want him!" Sansa declared "He'll be the greatest king that ever was, a golden lion, and I'll give him sons with beautiful blonde hair." Sansa went on.

"The lion's not his sigil, idiot. He's a stag, like his father." Arya said matter of factly.

"No he's not. He's nothing like that drunk king." Sansa declared

"Come girls. Go pack." Ned told them and had Septa take them back to their chambers to pack.

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'They butchered them as if they were animals they covered our children and pigs and let them on fire. They weren't thieves they didn't steal nothing they even left something behind your grace.'

'He is the king's hand you are addressing not the king' Pycelle said 'the king is hunting.' The man stepped forward dumping out a bag filled with fish.

'Fish... they sigil of house Tully.' Petyr noted. 'Isn't that your wife's house Tully?' Petyr knowing full well it was with the smuggest of smiles on his face.

'These men were they flying a banner?'

'No you're... Hand. the Man leading them was taller than any man by at least a foot taller than any man I've ever met,' the man told Ned. 'the blacksmiths saw them take the head off the horse with a single swing of her sword.'

'That sounds like someone we know. The mountain.' Petyr clarified.

'You are describing ser Gregor Clegane.' Ned confirmed.

'Why would ser Gregor turn though he is an honored knight?' Pyselle said.

'I heard him called Tywin Lannister's mad dog.' Petyr told them 'I'm sure you have as well. Can you think of any reason the lannisters might be angry with your wife?'

'If the Lannister's were to order an attack under the kings protection it would be-' Pycelle said cautiously.

'It would be almost as brazen as attacking the hand of the king in the streets.' Petyr informed him.

'Well...' Pyselle said awkwardly, he was loyal to the Lannister above all else.

'I cannot give you back your homes or restore your livestock but perhaps I can give you justice in the name of our King Robert. Lord Beric Dondarrion. You should have the command send 100 men and ride to Ser Gregor Clegane.'

''As you command.' Beric agreed. Ned stood up cane in hand, taking shaky steps forward.

'In the name of Robert of the house Baratheon the first of his name king of the Andals and the first man lord of the seven kingdoms and the protector of the realm I charge you to bring the kings justice to the false knight Gregor Clegane and all those who shared his crimes. I denounce him I detained him I strip him of all ranks and titles of all lands and holdings and sentenced him to death,' Ned said confidently

'My Lord this is a drastic action.' Pycelle informed him, 'it would be better to wait for King Roberts return.'

'Send a raven the castlery rock, master pycelle, inform Tywin Lannister that he has been summoned to court to answer for the crimes of his Bannerman. He will arrive within the Fortnight or we branded an enemy of the crown and a traitor to the realm.' Ned informed them, he nodded to Beric and he was off.

'A bold move my lord and admirable.' Petyr said 'but is it wise to yank the lions tail he is the most powerful man in the seven kingdoms?' Petyr smirked 'Gold wins wars not soldiers' Petyr added

'Then how come Robert is King? And not Tywin Lannister?' Ned questioned.