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( LANGUAGE OF THORNS )

The youngest stag had fallen, and there he was right in front of her. It hadn't felt real, the moment she found out. She may not have been his wife, but she knew him. He was good, he was gentle, and he knew right from wrong. Renly Baratheon had definitely come out as the good stag of the pack, and it was a shame the same couldn't be said about his brothers. Drunk and arrogant fools, who only fought for themselves.

She could do nothing but stare at his face, his eyes closed while his face had gone pale, no longer holding the tan shade it once did. She pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders, before reaching out a hand and as gently as she could, she grazed the stag horns on the crown that rested on the fallen king.

Shuffling was heard from beside her and her hazel eyes moved towards the entrance of the silent tent to see the wife of the fallen king. She had been informed immediately of course, after all she was his wife and his queen, but she had yet to see his body. Her face held sadness but her eyes were telling a different story, and as good as she was at reading emotions, there were none there to be read.

"Leave us" the wife had told the girl in the corner of the room. A simple hand maiden who served the queens sister, a girl she grew up with but in this moment it did not matter. The girl didn't need to be told twice, as she bent her knees in a small courtesy before rushing out of the tent, to wait for her lady "What of our brother?"

"I saw him just before the sun set" she replied to the queen in the room. The rose nodded her head, moving closer into the tent and towards her sibling as her eyes never left her husbands body. The two were now peering down at him, as he lay stone cold. The queen had took a deep breath in, now standing shoulder to shoulder with her sibling before placing her hand on the fallen kings leg, not as gentle as her sister.

"Such a shame" the wife mumbled, staring at her kings face "Another good king has fallen, which means that there are less in the world to rule as good as they should"

"You cannot avoid death, it is sure to happen to you one way or another" her sister had replied, their eyes not leaving the dead body in front of them.

It was silent between them from then on, the queen somewhat mourning her king and her sister there to offer support, although they did not exchange any comfort. The shouts and orders from outside the tent were loud. The last stag brother would surely be riding towards them after the news of this death had gotten out, and they were no longer as safe as they once were.

She thought of the stag in front of her, and how he would have been a good and respectful leader. She was clever, and she knew a leader when she saw one. She remembered the bedtime stories of a Prince that was promised. Azor Ahai. There were treacherous doubts in her head, that the stag in front of her was not that. As much as he would have been a good ruler, he was not the prince that was promised.

More shuffling was heard and now there were two people staring at the entrance of the tent, to see the last sibling with them at that time. His face and his eyes held more emotion than the queens did, and it was obvious as to why. A secret that only they knew. The Knight of the Flowers didn't waste any time in rushing towards the fallen king, sitting beside him and training his eyes onto him. His lip trembled, not managing to find any words to stutter out. He was being watched by his siblings but he did not care, right now all that mattered was the king in front of him.

The queen was obviously becoming more and more agitated as time grew on. They had been there for many many moments, to the point where she began pacing the tent. The eldest sibling in that room did not move from her space, and neither did the knight. She paused for a moment, staring at the two roses in front of her and biting down on her lip.

"What do we do now?" Margaery questioned, not believing that it had to come from her own mouth. She was his queen and she should have known what to do but, she did not.

"There's only one thing that we can do" her sister had replied, pulling the shawl closer around her as her eyes scanned her queens body "We need to go home"

"No" the knight replied, making both of his sisters look at him. One with a confused glance whereas the other one held a heavy glare, but at this point it was beyond his worries.

"We need to go home" she repeated again, more firmly and demanding, but the volume level did not change. She received nothing in return, the queen still stood at the end of the body while the knight and the eldest rose were either side of the body.

"My lord, My ladies" another voice, one that was not in the tent before emerged and her eyes casted on a bird entering the tent. She stared at the man who only spared her a glance before his eyes casted down on the fallen king "Stannis will be here in an hour. When he arrives, Renly's bannermen will flock to him. Your former companions will fight for the privilege of selling you to their new king"

"Get out" the knight whispered angrily, his eyes still trained on the king in front of him.

"And I supposed, that you want that privilege to yourself?" the eldest girl had questioned, not looking away at the man who had just entered the tent. He smirked just slightly to the girl in front of him, before gesturing his arms out slightly.

"You will note that I am standing here, talking to you, not Stannis" he replied, making her narrow her eyes at him. The sudden movement of a chair scraping against wood was heard before the sound of a sword being brought out seethed in their ears. The knight had stood, pointing his sword at the bird who had entered the tent as his face showed a different level of fury.

"Loras, there's no time for this" the queen pleaded, holding onto her brothers arm as he did not move from his position "You heard what Margaret said, we have to go home, now"

"Ride back to Highgarden, sisters" the knight said, lowering his sword just an inch "I'm not running from Stannis" he said his name with such disgust, it was hard to miss it. The rage and the sadness he was feeling from his kings death was surely enough to fuel him to do something stupid, and by the gods would he do something stupid.

"You fool! You'll get yourself killed" the eldest rose in the room seethed from her position by the bed, where she had not moved. It took a few moments before her brother lowered his sword, looking back at his king before the crestfallen look on his face appeared again.

"Brienne of Tarth murdered Renly" the queen stated, looking over at her brother. He was quick to shake his head, gripping the handle of his sword tighter than ever.

"No.. No, I don't believe that" he said, denial clear in his voice as his lips yet again trembled "You don't believe that. Neither of you do. Who gained the most from our king's death?"

"Stannis" came the masterminds reply. The eldest rose looked at him from the corner of her eye, knowing that only a fool would trust this man.

"I will put a sword through his righteous face" Loras said, looking up and directly at his eldest sister who was still glaring heavily at him. He was angered and hurting, and she knew he would end up doing something completely reckless and dangerous if he was not careful, and that is not how the Tyrell's worked.

"We are not, staying here" she said once again, voice still firm as she stared straight at him. He was stubborn, a trait from their mother, definitely not from their father. Her brother took a moment, sadness over coming his face again and the rage was now gone.

"He.. He would have been a true king, a good king" he said, his eyes beginning to tear up and his lip trembling once again. The queen in the room moved forwards to stand beside her brother, hand threading through his sweaty golden locks as he shut his eyes.

"Tell me, Ser Loras" the man in the corner of the room spoke again, almost making the eldest rose roll her eyes "What do you desire most in this world?"

"Revenge" he replied back, without hesitation and without opening his eyes again. His sister knew that behind his closed eyes were the images of Stannis Baratheon dead, replaying over and over again until they were printed in his mind.

"I have always found that to be the purest of motivations, but you won't have a chance to put your sword through Stannis, not today" the man in the corner of the room explained, a small smirk on his face again "You'll be cut to pieces before he sets foot on solid ground. If it is justice that you want, be smart about it"

"You can't avenge him from the grave" the queens soft voice spoke, as her hand continued moving between his locks. He seemed more relaxed, not as uptight as he was moments ago. He was now being reasonable, and the eldest rose was disappointed at how long it had taken them to get to that point "Bring the horses. Please?"

The knight stands with a huge amount of grimace, picking up his sword before casting one final look at his fallen king before exiting the tent. The queen glances towards her sister as they hold eye contact for a moment, while the man in the corner of the room begins to move closer. The widow looked at her husband, smiling slightly and tilting her head.

"He was very handsome" she whispered in another soft voice. 

"He was, Your Grace" the man spoke, looking at the two siblings in front of him. The eldest rose held her eyes on her sister, waiting for her next move and how she was going to deal with the slimy man who was in the tent with them.

"Your Grace" the queen mocked, moving her hand to rest on her kings chest "Calling yourself king doesn't make you one, and if Renly wasn't a king... I wasn't a queen" it was silent for a moment, before his voice rang again.

"Do you want to be a queen?" he questioned with such curiosity, but only for his own benefit.

"No" Margaery replied, eyes firmly placed onto her husbands stone cold body. Her sister watched and waited, eager to hear what she had to say next. That's when the widow turned to look at the mastermind, to see that he had another small smirk on his face  "I want to be the queen"

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MARGARET TYRELL .

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