The King, the Priest and the Rich Man: Margaery VII
- Location
- Brisbane
"It's going to snow today, mark my words." Elinor said, glancing up at the dark, overcast sky.
"Winter is coming. Brace Yerselves." Meredyth said, in her worst imitation of a northern accent.
Margaery laughed, despite herself. She needed levity.
The three of them wound their way past a group of servants carrying laundry, past soldiers drilling with spears. Even with things as tense as they were, business went on as usual for the common folk. They still had twice the usual number of armed guards trailing her, alert for any threats. She tried not to let herself get too on edge.
Seven Above, what a mess. Olenna would laugh herself sick over this.
Well, she wouldn't. She'd just nod along and let Selyse destroy herself, then have some nice men quietly sent to Myr to deal with Lord Baelish.
A year or two ago, she would have done the same without hesitation. Now, she did not know. She did not know who had truly tried to kill her, and she did not know if Renly truly believed Selyse did it, or if he was framing her. If the former, and he was proven wrong, that would be deeply embarrassing. If the latter… that would be disastrous. Fire and ice both threatened them, from the north and the east. They did not need a civil war if they were caught, and if Renly lost, well, Stannis and the Florents both detested the Tyrells. They could expect little mercy.
This is all Renly's fault. A dangerous conspiracy was one thing, but dragging her into it without her knowledge or consent… she had gone into the marriage knowing it was for the greater good of her family, not her own happiness, but even so, it stung. Deeply. And that was before the petty lie about how soon it was.
All the more reason, she supposed, to tell Tane of the inquiry. That might gain her trust, get her support if things went wrong.
They arrived at the Red keep's sept just as the first flakes of snow began to fall. She caught one in her hand, and held it up to her face, peering at it. She thought it looked like a rose, before it melted.
She took turns praying at every statue, but she prayed longest and hardest to the Crone, begging for wisdom to light her path. She didn't dare say out loud why she needed that. She prayed to the Father too, that if Selyse was innocent but ended up convicted anyway, the true killers would face justice. Not Baratheon or Tyrell justice, mayhaps, but justice nonetheless. She didn't say that out loud, either.
"Lady Baratheon. You are wanted. By your lord husband. At the Small council chambers." A voice said behind her. One of her servants, Lanna she guessed.
Margaery stood up. "Renly wants me." She glanced at Lanna, favoured her with a smile. Feeling appreciated never did someones loyalty any harm, and besides, the servants worked hard enough to deserve it. "My thanks. Do you know if it is Stannis or the Ironborn?"
Anything involving Selyse would be dealt with in Renly's own quarters.
"I heard Oldtown mentioned…" Lanna said.
"Ironborn then." Margaery said. Euron must have finally made his move.
They crossed through the Red Keep, past Maegor's holdfast, a virtual prison now for Selyse and her household. Margaery had stayed away on purpose. She did not want to have to confront Selyse or Shireen herself.
The Small Council chambers seemed almost empty when she arrived. Randyll Tarly, Guncer Sunglass, and Ser Arys had all gone north, leaving only Renly, Alester, Davos and Tane.
Margaery strode into the small council chamber in a rustle of skirts, as fast as her injuries and pregnancy would allow.
"What is the news from the shield islands? Are we under threat? Is there-"
"It's Euron. The self-proclaimed lord of the Ironborn." Renly said.
Tane stood up from where she sat.
"He's hit the Shield Islands, the Arbor and Mott Caillin. Some of the Arbor fleet got burned or cut-out at anchor, and others are bottled up in their harbours. There could be other targets that didn't get their ravens off before they were overrun." Tane explained.
"Well then, we need to act!" Margaery snapped. Highgarden was in an exposed position, close enough to the Mander for Ironborn to sail up to it. Mace, Willas and Garlan would put up an able defence, but if they were isolated, and without another strong leader like Tarly to rally the rest of the Reach, the Reachmen might end up scattered facing down raiders rather than concentrating against the main threat.
"Obviously." Renly said, sitting at the head of the table. "I'm going to request the defences of King's Landing reinforced, including the kingsguard, and for Loras to be sent as a King's representative. Stannis will, of course, be asked to return south."
"One or two kingsguard won't do much." Tane said. "Loras has no command experience either."
"No, but every sword counts. How soon will your troops be ready to march?"
"Within a day or two's notice, as long as food isn't a problem. If we'll have to stockpile our own food, longer."
Renly nodded. "Hopefully Garlan and Mace will be able to beat them off. If not, your troops will have to march." He shrugged. "I'd prefer to keep them here. Reserves for when Aegon comes."
Tane nodded grimly. "Best hope dragon scales aren't strong enough to resist musketry. A bunch of cityfolk with no proper weapons killed the things, so enough firepower should do."
"That won't matter if we can't defeat the Others." Guncer said.
"The Others have a wall in the way. The dragons do not." Renly said. "Tane, I fear you're going to have to deal with fire as well as ice before this is over."
They stood up to leave, Tane jinking towards her past the chairs with an annoyed look on her face. The inquiry. She linked arms with Renly, and hissed "You told me we had two weeks" to him, displeasure in her voice, just loud enough for Tane to hear. Renly didn't react, just took her arm and maneuvered her out of the hall as quickly as possible.
"Well, yes. Servants gossip. If they were overheard, Selyse's people could try and hide the evidence. This may yet throw them a loop." Renly said.
"Tane knows." Margaery said, once they were out into the courtyard. She glanced around, checking that their servants and guards were keeping a respectful distance.
"Knows what?" Renly asked innocently.
"That this Selyse business... she reckons your evidence is full of holes. She believes that you've been trying to keep her away from the assassins." Margaery said.
"Again, Selyse could try and destroy the evidence." Renly said. "There is no such thing as being too cautious."
"And yet how reckless are you being? If Stannis convinces himself that you framed her, that is treason. That would mean a civil war, during which the Targaryens or Others could come down upon us even if you win, and if you lose-"
She knew her husband to be callous and to care little for her, but putting them all at risk like this was a new low.
"I have good evidence." Renly said. "Selyse is guilty as can be. Stannis will see the truth, or I will resign my handship and travel to Oldtown. If he wants to fight, so be it. There are many in the realm who love him little and would have him taken in hand. Especially once his wife is known as a murderer who he let off. Selyse is guilty, and one way or the other she will pay."
She hoped to the Seven that Renly was right, otherwise this was going to get very messy very quickly.
"Winter is coming. Brace Yerselves." Meredyth said, in her worst imitation of a northern accent.
Margaery laughed, despite herself. She needed levity.
The three of them wound their way past a group of servants carrying laundry, past soldiers drilling with spears. Even with things as tense as they were, business went on as usual for the common folk. They still had twice the usual number of armed guards trailing her, alert for any threats. She tried not to let herself get too on edge.
Seven Above, what a mess. Olenna would laugh herself sick over this.
Well, she wouldn't. She'd just nod along and let Selyse destroy herself, then have some nice men quietly sent to Myr to deal with Lord Baelish.
A year or two ago, she would have done the same without hesitation. Now, she did not know. She did not know who had truly tried to kill her, and she did not know if Renly truly believed Selyse did it, or if he was framing her. If the former, and he was proven wrong, that would be deeply embarrassing. If the latter… that would be disastrous. Fire and ice both threatened them, from the north and the east. They did not need a civil war if they were caught, and if Renly lost, well, Stannis and the Florents both detested the Tyrells. They could expect little mercy.
This is all Renly's fault. A dangerous conspiracy was one thing, but dragging her into it without her knowledge or consent… she had gone into the marriage knowing it was for the greater good of her family, not her own happiness, but even so, it stung. Deeply. And that was before the petty lie about how soon it was.
All the more reason, she supposed, to tell Tane of the inquiry. That might gain her trust, get her support if things went wrong.
They arrived at the Red keep's sept just as the first flakes of snow began to fall. She caught one in her hand, and held it up to her face, peering at it. She thought it looked like a rose, before it melted.
She took turns praying at every statue, but she prayed longest and hardest to the Crone, begging for wisdom to light her path. She didn't dare say out loud why she needed that. She prayed to the Father too, that if Selyse was innocent but ended up convicted anyway, the true killers would face justice. Not Baratheon or Tyrell justice, mayhaps, but justice nonetheless. She didn't say that out loud, either.
"Lady Baratheon. You are wanted. By your lord husband. At the Small council chambers." A voice said behind her. One of her servants, Lanna she guessed.
Margaery stood up. "Renly wants me." She glanced at Lanna, favoured her with a smile. Feeling appreciated never did someones loyalty any harm, and besides, the servants worked hard enough to deserve it. "My thanks. Do you know if it is Stannis or the Ironborn?"
Anything involving Selyse would be dealt with in Renly's own quarters.
"I heard Oldtown mentioned…" Lanna said.
"Ironborn then." Margaery said. Euron must have finally made his move.
They crossed through the Red Keep, past Maegor's holdfast, a virtual prison now for Selyse and her household. Margaery had stayed away on purpose. She did not want to have to confront Selyse or Shireen herself.
The Small Council chambers seemed almost empty when she arrived. Randyll Tarly, Guncer Sunglass, and Ser Arys had all gone north, leaving only Renly, Alester, Davos and Tane.
Margaery strode into the small council chamber in a rustle of skirts, as fast as her injuries and pregnancy would allow.
"What is the news from the shield islands? Are we under threat? Is there-"
"It's Euron. The self-proclaimed lord of the Ironborn." Renly said.
Tane stood up from where she sat.
"He's hit the Shield Islands, the Arbor and Mott Caillin. Some of the Arbor fleet got burned or cut-out at anchor, and others are bottled up in their harbours. There could be other targets that didn't get their ravens off before they were overrun." Tane explained.
"Well then, we need to act!" Margaery snapped. Highgarden was in an exposed position, close enough to the Mander for Ironborn to sail up to it. Mace, Willas and Garlan would put up an able defence, but if they were isolated, and without another strong leader like Tarly to rally the rest of the Reach, the Reachmen might end up scattered facing down raiders rather than concentrating against the main threat.
"Obviously." Renly said, sitting at the head of the table. "I'm going to request the defences of King's Landing reinforced, including the kingsguard, and for Loras to be sent as a King's representative. Stannis will, of course, be asked to return south."
"One or two kingsguard won't do much." Tane said. "Loras has no command experience either."
"No, but every sword counts. How soon will your troops be ready to march?"
"Within a day or two's notice, as long as food isn't a problem. If we'll have to stockpile our own food, longer."
Renly nodded. "Hopefully Garlan and Mace will be able to beat them off. If not, your troops will have to march." He shrugged. "I'd prefer to keep them here. Reserves for when Aegon comes."
Tane nodded grimly. "Best hope dragon scales aren't strong enough to resist musketry. A bunch of cityfolk with no proper weapons killed the things, so enough firepower should do."
"That won't matter if we can't defeat the Others." Guncer said.
"The Others have a wall in the way. The dragons do not." Renly said. "Tane, I fear you're going to have to deal with fire as well as ice before this is over."
They stood up to leave, Tane jinking towards her past the chairs with an annoyed look on her face. The inquiry. She linked arms with Renly, and hissed "You told me we had two weeks" to him, displeasure in her voice, just loud enough for Tane to hear. Renly didn't react, just took her arm and maneuvered her out of the hall as quickly as possible.
"Well, yes. Servants gossip. If they were overheard, Selyse's people could try and hide the evidence. This may yet throw them a loop." Renly said.
"Tane knows." Margaery said, once they were out into the courtyard. She glanced around, checking that their servants and guards were keeping a respectful distance.
"Knows what?" Renly asked innocently.
"That this Selyse business... she reckons your evidence is full of holes. She believes that you've been trying to keep her away from the assassins." Margaery said.
"Again, Selyse could try and destroy the evidence." Renly said. "There is no such thing as being too cautious."
"And yet how reckless are you being? If Stannis convinces himself that you framed her, that is treason. That would mean a civil war, during which the Targaryens or Others could come down upon us even if you win, and if you lose-"
She knew her husband to be callous and to care little for her, but putting them all at risk like this was a new low.
"I have good evidence." Renly said. "Selyse is guilty as can be. Stannis will see the truth, or I will resign my handship and travel to Oldtown. If he wants to fight, so be it. There are many in the realm who love him little and would have him taken in hand. Especially once his wife is known as a murderer who he let off. Selyse is guilty, and one way or the other she will pay."
She hoped to the Seven that Renly was right, otherwise this was going to get very messy very quickly.