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Chapter 29: what happened to Margaery

EDRIC

“I Robert Baratheon, King of the Seven Kingdoms of the Andals, First men and Rhoyhim to sentence you to die! Do you have any last words?”

“My sons will avenge me! We Stand Together!” said Lord Frey.

The King took his war hammer in both hands, swung it and bashed in Lord Frey’s head!

Once the deed was done, I apparated away to tell Bran the news.

“Bran, Margaery’s in trouble, most of the Freys are attacking her!” I shouted.

Instantly, Bran’s eyes turned white as he warged into an animal that was near Riverrun. Jojen pulled his small crystal ball out of his pouch and began gazing into it.

“No. It’s all right,” spoke Bran. “She is handling it.”

“She’ll still be under siege when we return,” added Jojen. There’s no hurry to rescue her.”

I was quite relieved to hear that. With a portkey, I could bring us and some soldiers there instantly. But we would need a whole army to face an opposing whole army.

“Sod that! We don’t need to need face the whole Frey army,” I told them. “I can get us there now! Gather up the men. I’m going to make another rope into a portkey. I will take us right into the Riverrun Gods’ Wood.”

“I want to go too,” said Blossom.

I had forgotten about the Child of the Forest. Her appearance had caused a mass conversion, especially from the recently captured foes at the battle of Harrenhal. But sometime during the revelry afterward, she had been forgotten. But now, looking back I realised that she had been with us all along. Sticking close to Bran mostly. It must be some variant of a notice-me-not charm.

“Of course you can join us ambassador,” said Bran.

I cast the portkey charm and we all grabbed hold, mysefl, Jojen, Blossom, Bran and his guards.

“three, two, one”



The God’s wood is mostly empty space. The one at Riverrun, had the triple heart tree in the center, that had been grown in such a shape that it was easy to sit at the junction of the three trunks of the tree. There were some trees and taller plants of Margeary’s around the edge of the space. But most of the space was covered in small plants that didn’t grow more than ankle high. At least, that is how it used to be.

When we appeared, the place was as dense as any jungle. So dense we could barely see each other. Blossom, the Child of the Forrest, didn’t seem bothered at all and strode forward at her normal walking pace. The rest of us were ensnared by vines that snaked out to seize us!

“Margaery? Margaery, it’s me, Bran! Edric and some friends are with us!”

The plants began pealing back, starting in the distance and moving towards us until wee could see. Margaery was green, sitting on the tree like it was a throne, wearing nothing but a miniskirt made up of Leaves. Usually when she was dressed like this, her outfit included a couple of leaves to conceal her breasts. But this time, they were on full display. Also, her hair had turned a red colour, that matched the leaves of the weirwood, instead of the green that she usually had when she was Plant Woman. Meera was standing next to her, dressed the same way, armed with a wooden trident with sharp points to which some substance that resembled sap had been applied. By the time this had been revealed, Blossom was halfway to her.

“You’re . . . You’re a child of the Forrest!” gasped Margaery.

“Bran said I would want to meet you,” said Blossom. “And he was right. You seem like a kindred spirit and look like a larger version of us. I am Blossom. I come here to speak for my people.”

“I am honored by your presence,” replied Margaery. “Would you like to be one of my Ladies in Waiting? As you can see,” she indicated Meera, “the roles I offer are a bit untraditional”

“That is an interesting offer,” replied Blossom. “I am willing to give it a try.”

“What’s going on here?” asked Bran. “Why are all these plants here?”

“I felt unsafe in a stone castle that was so barren,” explained Margaery, as the vines began to release us. “So I added a few plants for extra security.”

“A few?” I said.

“Here and there,” replied Margaery, with a smirk.

“We came, because Lord Frey claimed his army had taken Riverrun,” I explained.

“They certainly tried,” said Margaery, as she rose from her throne. “Here, let me show you.”

But when she started to walk out of the Gods’ Wood, Bran said: “You’re not going to walk around the castle dressed like that, are you?”

Meera, who was dressed the same, had fallen into step behind her.

“Why not?” asked Margaery. “It’s comfortable. And if we no longer have to appease the Faith . . . why not?”

“It’s just, the other men can see your . . . your . . . . “ stammered Bran.

“My what?” asked Margaery, as Meera snorted.

“Your woman chest!” blurted Bran.

“They can look all they like,” replied Margaery. “But only you get to touch them”

“Besides, if I have to fight them, it distracts them,” agreed Meera.

We followed the Ladies through the castle. Everywhere we went, there was an abundance of plants that didn’t used to be there before. We continued to follow them to the top of the wall and looked out over the battlefield.


The outermost edge was where she had planted the Whomping Willows that she had made, based on my description. It was filled with the corpses of the Frey army that had tried to go against them. A little closer, were those evergreen trees that shoot poisoned needles. There were a bunch of dead horses and a few armored me that had been caught in the place where a bit of skin showed. Closer still, was the area where a bunch of fully armored knights on foot, had been ripped apart by the vines. Crows and vultures flew over the this killing field but didn’t dare pick at the carrion.

“As you can see, I have things well in hand,” proclaimed Margaery.

“You certainly do,” I agreed. “Well, Lord Bran, we should probably get back to the Twins, people will wonder where we have gone.”

“Do you think I could have a few minutes with my Lord husband before you go?” asked Margaery. “There are a few things we need to discuss.”

“A few minutes wouldn’t hurt anything,” I agreed.

‘A few minutes’, turned out to be more like an hour of them alone in their room with Meera standing guard outside. When they finally emerged, Bran was all smiles and she was still green with the red hair.

“Bye. Have fun with the King!” said Margaery as she gave him a kiss that left him dazed.


SAM

“Confess!” commanded the Septon, as he hit me again.

“I am at a loss as what exactly you wish for me to confess to,” I replied. “I never took the subject of religion very seriously. Although I am sure that there is at least one god, I am less certain about who exactly that god might be. Is it the Seven who are one? the Old Gods of the trees? the Downed God, the Lord of Light, God the Father of Christ? The Allah of the Muslims? I don’t know!”

“If you insist on these heresies the beating will continue,” replied my tormenter. “Confess!”

“Just tell me what you want to confess to,” I begged. I knew that when a witch is before the inquisition, the torture does not end until the the witch tells them what they want to hear.


JON

“I’m very disappointed in you, Jon,” admonished my father. “How could you kill so many? The women? The Children? And this is not the first time is it? I heard that you did the same thing at Pike.”

“Aw, leave him alone, Ned,” said the King. “They were just a bunch of Frey Spawn!”

“And I heard you singing this same song over the Targaryan children when the Mountain killed them!” snarled my father. “It was wrong then, and it is wrong now!”

“Edric killed more than I did at Harrenhal,” I retorted. “Why aren’t you making these kind of accusations against him?”

“Edric killed soldiers on the battlefield!” snarled my father. “You killed women and children!”

“They were enemies holding enemy territory,” I retorted. “A certain number of civilian casualties are necessary to lower enemy morale.”

“You know, when I saw Roose go down while we were storming the North castle, I was going to give you the Dreadfort,” retorted my father, as he stormed off. “But forget it!”

“That’s fine with me,” I shouted, after him. “I didn’t want it anyway! When I marry Shireen, the Red Keep will be my castle!”

“I was worried about you being in King’s Landing,” shouted back my father, before he stomped away. “But you and that city deserve each other!”

“Don’t worry about your father,” soothed the King. “He’ll get over it. I was thinking about giving you the Twins. After all, the Ironborn would say you paid the Iron Price for it.”

“That’s not necessary,” I replied. “I meant what I said. I don’t want a castle. I’ll help Shireen run hers after we get married.”

“I guess I could give it to Edric,” mused the King. “Have you seen him? He must be around here somewhere. Anyway, I need to go find a couple of drinks, maybe they’ll help Ned calm down. And then, maybe we can fuck a couple of those Frey girls that were in the North castle.”

“Good luck with that,” I replied. “My father doesn’t fuck whores. I’ve never seem him stray from his marriage.”

“He did that time he made you,” pointed out the King. “Besides, his wife is dead now. He could use the comfort of a good woman.”


JOFFREY

Those of us who were Night Watchmen, ran back to Castle Black.

“Wildlings! The Wilding’s are attacking!” I shouted, as I ran into the yard.

Then, from a top The Wall we heard two blasts of the horn. Someone up top had sighted Wildings too. This was a near impossible feet at night from the top.

“Kingslayer! Take command up top! Take your bastard son with you!” shouted Lord Commander Thorne. “Marbrand! Lord Kevan! You’re with me! Close that gate and get ready for them!”

After we rode the elevator to the top, we saw why the Wildings had been sighted. They had set an entire forrest on fire! We tried shooting volleys of arrows at them and using anchors to discourage climbers. Some of the rangers had told me stories about giants. I was glad none showed up. The Lord Commander had assured me those stories about giants were just a load of horse shit. Look like he was right about that. They didn’t hold back as send a few up at a time, they swarmed forward with a battering ram. Every time we dumped flaming pitch on the ones who were crewing it, ten more would step up to pound the door again! We shot arrows at them, poured burning pitch on them, even shot ballista bolts at them, but they just kept coming. They fought us all night. And in the end, they didn’t batter the door down. Someone opened it from our side. As the sun rose, a could see the Wildings swarming out of the tunnel, heading South. By then, it was too late. Nothing could stop the flood a Wildlings entering the Seven Kingdoms. We waited until the flood of Wildlings became a trickle before going down. The last few were the elderly and women with children. We didn’t bother to stop them. There were still a few men of the Night’s Watch alive at Castle Black. But the losses on the ground were heavy. Lord Commander Thorne was one of the casualties. My most personal loss was uncle Kevan.


EDRIC

When we returned to the camp outside the Twins, we found there was a party going on in the North castle. Bran and I worked out way through the crowds. The presence of his direwolf, Summer, no doubt help, as did our identities: Lord of the Riverlands and the Flying Knight, as they were starting call me. Finally we made it into the Great Hall, which was filled with all the most important Lords of both the North and the Riverlands. There were even a few Crownlands Lords in the room. In a balcony, overlooking the room a band of musicians played, guarded by some men-at-arms. Apparently, the King did not want a repeat of the attack on the band that the Freys had used to start this.

“Edric, my boy, where have you been?” boomed the King.

”Bran and I popped back to Riverrun to make sure Lady Tully was safe,” I replied.

“And is she?” asked the King.

“She is,” I stated.

“What about the army the Late Walder Frey sent for her?” asked Lord Stark

“All dead,” I replied. “They charged into her defenses and didn’t even make it to the castle walls.”

The King pushed the woman sitting on his lap off so he could stand.

“My Lords! My Lords I have and announcement!” shouted the King. “The leaders of the rebellious Houses will all be sent to The Wall. Their second sons can inherit, provided they bend the knee and retake their oaths to Lord Brandon Tully. This goes for all of them, with one exception. From this day forth, the Freys are attained! There is no longer a House of Frey! And the new Lord of the Twins shall be my natural born son: Ser Edric Peverel, the Flying Knight!”

The crowd roared their approval!

“So fill up your mugs, drink a toast to Edric Peverel, Lord of the Twins, sing some songs and fuck some of these former Frey girls! I know I plan to!”

He pulled the woman that had been on his lap to him, in a one-armed hug as the Lords laughed and cheered.


JON

The party to celebrate our victory went on for three days. I probably would have gone on longer if we had not gotten a raven from Castle Black at The Wall, announcing that the Wildings had broken through The Wall and were running wild in the North.
The Northern Lords now needed to return home to fight them, and since they had come to the rescue of the Riverlands, we were obligated to return the favor and go North to fight the Wildings. Edric was excused from this. He needed time to organize his new domain. But the rest of us were going. The surviving Frey men were all give a choice of the block or The Wall. Ser Brynden was put in charge of bringing them and the prisoners from Harrenhal to The Wall. When the rest of our army was going with the King into the North to fight the Wildings.


EDRIC

As was left with some of Bran’s soldiers to help me guard the castle. But I would need to find my own men as soon as possible. For now, I need to reorganize the Twins to suit me. The former Frey women had been left with me. They were docile and traumatized by the loss of so much of their family and by the aftermath of their House’s fall. Some of the Lords had not cared whether the women had been willing participants in the revel, or not. I promised myself I would do my best to give them as good a life as I could. I offered to let them stay and take positions as servants. There were honestly, more than I needed to run the castles. There would have been even more, if Jon hadn’t killed half of them when he take the South castle. When I went to retire to my new bed the first night, I found a naked woman in my bed.

“Can I help you?” I asked the woman that had entertained the King when he was here. She had rather large breasts, but mousy brown hair, and a weak chin that gave her a weasel-like appearance.

“No, I’m here to help you, my Lord,” said the woman.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Amerei, my Lord,” she purred. “But they call me Gatehouse Ami. Come, join me, and I will show you why.”

“I don’t think I want to know,” I replied, as I drew my wand and performed a switching charm to instantly move her clothes from the chair they were draped over, onto her body, while the sheet appeared on the chair. “Now get out. I don’t need your help. Besides . . . I prefer red-heads. . .”

The next morning one of the redheaded frey girls was all over me, trying to personally serve me and help me. This one’s name was Rosalyn. She even followed me into my room and kissed me. I must admit, I let her do it for a minute before I pushed her away. I was attracted to her. But there was no way I was going to let a frey become my wife, or even my mistress. When the next night, it happened again, this time a naked red-headed Frey girl tried to crawl into my bath with me. I leapt out of the bath, used a drying charm to instantly dry my body and a switching spell to instantly dress, then apparated to the Riverrun Gods’ Wood.

“Edric! What are you doing here?” asked Margaery, who was once again enthroned on the weirwood tree. She and Meera were still scantily clad in their leaf miniskirts and nothing else.

“I can’t take it any more!” I groused. “Those frey women are driving me crazy! Can you help me? I need to cast a charm to hide the castle and I need someone I trust to help. Can you come to the Twins with me right quick?”

“I’m afraid to teleport,” replied Margaery, as she rubbed her tummy. “It might hurt the baby.”

(She wasn’t showing yet. But it looked like her boobs had gotten bigger. What am I thinking! That’s Bran’s wife I’m staring at! Stop it!)

“Could you fly on my broom?” I asked.

“That would probably be okay,” agreed Margaery.

POP!

I apparated back to my room at the twins to fetch my broom. Then, apparated back.

POP!

I mounted my broom and told her: “Hop on!”

She climbed on my broom behind me, with her arms wrapped around me and her chest pressed to my back. As we started to fly, she pulled me close her. I could feel her body warmth through my clothes as she pressed against me. Her arms were wrapped around my abdomen. Part of me wishes she would move them just a little lower. . . . But I could never do that to Bran. It only took us an hour to reach the Twins.

“That was fantastic!” gushed Margaery, as we dismounted the broom.

“I’m going to cast a special spell to hide the castles and I need you to be my secret keeper. After I cast the spell I want you to say to me: ‘The Twins are located on the Green Fork river.’”

I cast the spell and she shared the secret with me.

“Now, no one can find the Twins unless you tell them where they all,” I explained.

“Are you sure?” asked Margaery.

“Very sure,” I replied.

I flew her back to Riverrun, apparated to the Twins, then called everyone into the Great Hall.

“Ladies, I am going away for a while,” I began. “Since I don’t have a castellan, I have used magic to hide where we are, which I can’t tell you because of the spell. Don’t leave the castle unless you don’t want to come back. If you step outside, you won’t remember how to get back.”


I then apparated to the top of the castle and flew North, looking for the army. They were going slow. So I caught up with them, still in the Neck. I landed next to where the King and Lord Stark were riding.

“Where have you been?” asked my father, the King. “I can’t seem to remember where you were.”

“I had some business to take care of,” I explained.

“Someone get my son a horse!” shouted the King.