A New Age is Dawning

Margaery

"Furthermore the King has mad alterations to the council, Lord Mace Tyrell will take my uncle Kevan Lannister's seat of Master of Laws and Master of Coin will be given to Ser Steffon Swyft. Lord Monterys Velaryon will be named new Master of Ships, his uncle will serve him as he is still young to do his duty. The King has also chosen Qyburn as the new Grand Maester with Pycelle retiring from service."

She watched her husband giving commands to the court or making decrees, she sees her husband in a new light now since that day almost two months past.

He threatened her, and her family with the fates of his siblings. He certainly has the power but it would further bleed the realm, she doesn't believe Loren is so dangerous as this. Yet, yet that day was the first time she was truly afraid of Loren, after all, that he's done after Tyrion murdered his father and during 'Scourge of the Storms' as the peasants of the Stormlands have come to call Loren's campaigns.

Not that he has mistreated her in any way, for her husband has not. She might have gone to her grandmother, but the Queen of Thorns would not hesitate and have Loren poisoned and then her family would have nothing. More Stormlanders have come to the capital and won't waste the chance to seize the crown for their 'True' Queen, her family would be sent back to Highgarden to wait for another chance and she would be sent to the Westerlands to care for the heir to House Lannister.

She hasn't told Loren yet, but it is true. She is carrying the son of Loren, or she hopes it is a son because that is what Loren wants, he's told her much.

But, if it is a daughter? She hopes he still cares for the child, maybe even keep her in the line of succession when it comes to Casterly Rock. A pipe dream of idle wants, he wants a son, not a daughter.

Turning her head back to reality she looked and saw that court was dismissed, Loren sat up from the Iron Throne and stepped down and walked towards her.

"Thought you would be with your ladies." He commented and put a hand on her hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. Smiling she placed a hand on his cheek right below his eyepatch.

"A wife should be beside her husband, it's my place to be by you in all matters." She said confidently and his eye gleamed a little and put a hand on her stomach, he was glad and happy she said this but not in the way he's been acting but genuine gladness and for that she is happy too. His eye changed from her face to her stomach, "Looking for something?" She teased him with a smile.

His expression was beaming, he knows now. "Really? When did you notice?" He asked her and she told him the truth.

"A fortnight after our consummation, seed finally took shape. I have your son." She confessed and he spun her around, laughing and causing some in the room to look at them.

"We must celebrate, a tourney too for my sons birth and all the Seven Kingdoms will hear the new lions birthing roar." He declared and was truly happy, after all these months of scheming being careful, he can finally relax but that is only half of the truth with what is happening across the realm.

Littlefinger was to bend the knee to Tommen, it was a ploy to silence the weasel but he was tipped off by the somebody. Now the Vale is all but independent and unreachable, same with the North of whom Roose had married Arya Stark, the lost child of Lord Stark who escaped the city to Ramsey Bolton though formerly Snow before Tywin had him legitimized.

Then the raiding by the Iron-Born off the western coast, Euron Greyjoy is causing havoc at an unmeasurable level. Her father has put the strength of the Reach on it, and Loren commanded the newly formed Lannister host to begin building ships to combat the raiders. Hopefully, within the year the Ironborn ships will be destroyed as Stannis did before and this time there will be no remorse, Loren said that by the end of things the Iron Islands will be barren of life meaning the Houses there will join House Reyne and Tarbeck.

South of Dorne seems normal, the royal wedding of Princess Myrcella and Trystane is growing nearer. The last troubles are the second problem, House Tully is carrying on the Northern cause and has retaken a number of castles and House Frey's loyalty is questionable at best with House Bolton being tied to them. Loren, her grandmother, and father had confided in her of all of this, many battles still needed to be fought before peace can be brought back to the Realm.

"You're thinking about something? What is it?" Loren asked her after noticing her silence, she turned away and looked for anyone before speaking her mind.

"I know we have battles to fight, but will the Westerlands, Stormlands and Reach be enough to defeat our enemies? We need to choose who to fight first before we end up pushing our foes into each other's arms." Then we'll have to fight a coalition of Houses, Thought upon summarizing their struggles, "I don't want to see you go on a campaign and lose, our child cannot grow in this world without a father." She added and his face became stern, he gently gripped her chin and forced her to look into his eye.

"I fought in the Riverlands and survives. I held the wall of King's Landing and survived. I brought the Stormlands to heel and survived." He recounted his achievements on the field of battle, "I will defeat Euron Greyjoy, and the Tully's and that worm of a man, Baelish. And then I will return to see my son, brought into the world."

He left after that, to begin planning the new war he will fight. His frown slowly became a wide smile as she held her belly, one can barely tell and won't be for a few months. The Lion runs into the thick of battle, and all while the rose will grow into a wide garden, right here in the Red Keep, She thought and turned on her heels and went the other way, to talk with her grandmother and maybe her good-niece.

Three Days Past

Loren

"Lord Tarly will march a host of 5,000 Crownlands with me by the Kingsroad going to the Riverlands. Lord Lefford will march 3,000 from the Golden Tooth heading north to Riverrun, from there we will work with Lord Frey and eliminate the rebel forces and take highborn hostages if none will comply... Kill them."

More drastic actions and Houses being eliminated for their impunity, his father would be proud of him. He gathered the more militant lords assembled this day, and the Small Council too to deal out duties whilst he is on campaign once more and hopefully, he will be able to return before his wife gives birth to his son, the first stone of his new legacy.

It must be early for he could barely tell, no one knows but him so he will save the announcement shortly before he departs.

"What of the Ironborn?" Mace Tyrell asked him and he sat straight.

"As was discussed, Lord Velaryon will head the Royal Fleet and sail to meet the Redwyne Fleet. They will retake every island from enemy occupation, once Lords Lefford, Tarly and I are finished in the Riverlands we will head for Seagard and attack the Iron Islands." He stood up and moved the piece onto the islands, "There we will eliminate every House and make the islands barren of any life other than the grass and ruins." Gasps sounded all around the room at his decision on the fate of the Greyjoys and their allies.

"You speak of eliminating more than two dozen families, my Lord. Is that a wise decision?" Randyll Tarly asked with some concern, understandable in this case but something must be done.

"Please. My Lords. How many times have the Iron Islands rebelled? How many sons and fathers, daughters and mothers, and friends have been slain or raped or enslaved? Never to see their home or families." He asked and sparked some emotion from those present, he dug in. "I lost cousins who lived in Lannisport during the last rebellion, friends, and people I knew. Euron Greyjoy is not his brother, he will kill and attack with no mercy, we must show no quarter to those uncivilized brutes who rape, kill, and take what others have with merciless chaos." Some of the men were agreeing with him, speaking up and cursing the Iron-Born. "I say we make them pay the final price for their defiance, I say... They should join their god beneath the sea!"

"Aye!"

"We are with you!"

"Down with the Iron Islands!"

They were all in agreement then, "Good. The battle plans are made, now we ready ourselves." He told them all and dismissed the council meeting.

The day was ending and he had every one of his new and old family gathered to hear the news. His nephew and good-niece, Lord and Lady Tyrell, Ser Loras, Lady Olenna, Damon and his wife. They were all feasting in a dining hall made from his sister's old chambers, feasting on roasted duck and good wine. His nephew and niece were silently eating their food, Tommen being especially uncomfortable with being in the room of his late mother and Shireen was the only one keeping him from going completely mute.

He rose from his seat right at the center and held his hand to his wife, Margaery took it with gladness as they caught the eyes and attention of everyone. He took hold of his goblet, raising it high with his other hand.

"I have great news for everyone," He started and glanced to his wife before continuing, "It's been some time since I wed this beautiful woman, and I am proud to announce that we will be great parents for our child... " He trailed off and watched everyone give mixtures of realization, gladness and disinterests of hearing he was having a child.

"Congratulations, my Lord. Long has me and my husband hoped to have a grandchild." Lady Tyrell praised and he smiled gladly, others offered their congratulations except for his nephew, and good-niece.

"My King. How have you and Queen Shireen been going, both of you are close to being able to conceive and bear children. The Kingdoms need a Crown Prince." He insisted and sat back down with his wife, his nephew avoided contact with his eye like he was a horrid creature, had he been pettier he'd take this as a slight but he will not. Shireen finally put down her fork and looked him in the eye, staring at him intently.

"Since Queen Cersei's death I fear my husband has become recluse. His duties are hampered by the constant watch, my Lord." Spoken like a Baratheon, blunt and to the point. He sat back and thought on what she said, maybe he has been strict to his nephew's freedoms mainly because of his siding against him. Tommen is still King and will be taking his full rights and powers when he becomes and man, easily making him a threat to his own power. He has five years to do so, before his nephew turns eight and ten, by then he will be stronger than the King himself.

"Nephew," He began with calling on the boy to look at him, "I might have been mistakenly cruel, and I apologize for my behavior. You may wonder the Red Keep for as long as you wish, hunt in the Kingswood and attend soirees while I am away. Lord Mace will hold as temporary Regent whilst I am away on campaign, to serve you well." He would be a generous man, otherwise, he might just be remembered as a tyrant. Tommen's eyes widened and Shireen gave her husband a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you, my Lord Hand."

The next couple of hours were filled with passionate lovemaking between him and his wife, he placed his lips to hers and entered roughly as she liked it. Her hands made scratches on his back making him hiss in pain and pleasure. Soon enough she turned them over and was on top of him, swaying her hips back and forth in a slow pace that built up to the both of them climaxing together. Heavy breathing etched from him as she plummeted atop of him, smiling and laughing away victoriously that she made him hers, again.

"You aren't worried anymore, a good sign for the Lady of Casterly Rock." He commented, watching her dress herself from the bed. He curves fitting right into the white cloth, he burned it into his mind. She looked back to him and smiled brightly, placing a hand on her belly. "How long, tell me again." He asked her, needed to be extra sure of it all.

"A fortnight and in a few months I will have your child, a proud son- A cub for the Lord Lannister of the Westerlands." She praised and climbed back into his arms, he stayed up that night whilst staring into the blazing fire. As he slept, he dreamt of fire, or war and of the proud lion... But it frightened him, for he saw that same lion being burned.

Three Weeks Later

He watched the army assembled outside the city gates at the Gates of the Gods, all ready and in their formations, waiting for him and his followers.

King's Landing has close to 7,000 guardsmen within the city since he took charge. The food stores and walls are ready for any attack, ravens ready to come to him while they are campaigning once more. If trouble does attempt to harm him or his newfound family and supporters, he will turn this army around and bring the might of the lion on them.

"Be careful, my Lord." Mace Tyrell told him and he nodded, turning to his pregnant wife and taking her lips once more for a long time and then to Willem, his shield and guard.

"Get the others, I move to bring the lions wroth to our enemies."

A New Age is Dawning... And the bones of Tully, Greyjoy, and Baelish will be its foundation.