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Chapter 53: Highgarden

EDRIC

Sansa had to interrupt our morning cuddling because she needed to use the privy. I was still in bed when she returned with a huge smile on her face.

“What’s got you so chipper this morning?” I asked my wife.

“I just ran into Margaery!” gushed Sansa. “She invited us to have a threesome with her!”

“I’m surprised to hear be so enthused about the idea,” I replied.

“I know!” agreed Sansa. “But when she kissed me it felt really good!”

“SHE WHAT!?!” I yelled, before jumping out of bed and rapidly throwing on yesterday’s clothes.

“Come with me!” I snarled, as I grabbed her by the hand and drug her out of our room.

I suspected she might be in the Great Hall breaking her fast, so I brought us there. When I kicked the doors open, there she was completely exposed. Not only wasn’t Margaery wearing anything, she was also not doing anything to disguise her true appearance, letting everyone see her as she really was.


“HOW DARE YOU!” I shouted at her in English.

The Westerosi Common language that I had learned after being re-incarnated here, has a much softer sound to it that the English language. Even the harshest Fleabottom or Free Folk accent sounded beautiful compared to the Queen’s English of my past life. So I’m sure I sounded like I was speaking the language of demons to everyone else. But what I had to say was for Margaery’s ears alone and I knew she was one of the few people in the world who could understand English.

“For years I’ve tolerated you using your spiked lipstick to control Bran!” I shouted, in English. “But you had no RIGHT to do that to Sansa! She’s mine! You can’t have her!”

“i wasn’t trying to take her away from you,” defended Margaery, in English. “I didn’t think. It was just an expression of affection for me.”

“Give her the antidote!” I demanded, in English. “Giver her the antidote now!”

“I don’t have an antidote,” admitted Margaery, in English. “I never needed one before now.”

I would have to treat this like the Imperious Curse. If I can break it, I hoped that Sansa would have the strength to break it too. I switched to Westerosi Common so she would understand and looked directly into her eyes.

“Sansa, you are under Margaery’s control,” I told her. “I need you to be strong and fight it!. We’re going to help you by trying to make you do things you don’t want to. We don’t want you to do these things. We want you to fight them.”

I turned to Margaery.

“Tell her to do things you know she won’t want to do,” I commanded Margaery.

“Sansa, hop on one foot,” commanded Margaery, as Sansa bent one knee and started hopping on one foot. “Sansa stop. Take off your clothes.”

Sansa started taking off her clothes, there in front of everyone in the Great Hall while I was trying to help her resist.

“Come on, Sansa! You can fight this!” I told her. “I believe in you! You don’t have to do this! Don’t let her make you do this!”

But my words of encouragement were not having an affect an soon she was completely naked, standing there, trying to cover herself with her hands and looking down in embarrassment.

“Stand up straight!” commanded Margaery. “Proudly like show yourself off!”

Sansa responded by standing up straight, putting her arms over her head and bending them so she could grab the back of her neck and slowly turning around to make sure that everyone who was there got a good look at her.

“It’s not working,” I observed. “She’s not able to fight it off.”

“Honestly, I not sure what else I could make her do short of telling her: Go fuck your brother.” complained Margaery.

“All right,” said Sansa as she started walking out of the room.

Both our eyes widened as we looked at each other.

“Margaery, stop her!” I shouted.

“Sansa, Stop!” commanded Margaery. “Come back here! put your clothes back on!”

“I think we need to have a family discussion about this, just the four of us,” I told Margaery, while Sansa was dressing. “Go get Bran and meet us in his solar.”

After Sansa was dressed, I took my wife by the hand and led her out of the Great Hall. Before we had made it out, I heard Mycella ask Margaery:

“Oh! can I be next?”


We went to Bran’s solar and Sansa conjured us enough extra chairs that the four of us could sit in a circle facing each other. Margaery entered with Bran after we were all seated, I told them:

“I think that the four of us are long overdue for a family discussion. Margaery, order them both to be honest about their feelings and to forgive us for anything that is said here.”

She did so.

“Now, Bran, I think you should know that Margaery puts a potion in her lipstick that allows her to control peoples minds,” I told him.

“I know,” said Bran.

“And how do you feel about that?” I asked.

“I don’t mind it at all,” replied Bran “I usually want to give her whatever she wants, anyway. I love her.”

“I don’t control him as much as you imagine,” said Margaery. “I usually make a point of asking him how he feels about something, and basing my decision on what to do on his wants and needs. I rarely order him to do something.”

“Did you order him to forgive me after we slept together that first time?” I asked.

“First time?” asked Sansa. “How many times have you been with her?”

“No. I did that on my own,” said Bran. “She explained it to me well enough that I was able to understand how it happened and was able to forgive you both for it. And once you got her pregnant, you couldn’t get her more pregnant, so it didn’t bother if you two continued to fuck.”

“You got her pregnant?” asked Sansa.

“Yes,” I confessed to Sansa. “Ash is my son.”

How many other women have you been with?” asked Sansa. “How many bastards do you have.”

“There are no bastards anymore,” stated Margaery. “Ash is one of the reasons I wanted to make all children the true born children of their mothers.”

“I have one more child you don’t know about,” I confessed. “There is a woman at Last Hearth that I made a baby with when I went there to cast the Fidelitus. It was after that happened, that I started making portkeys at the beginning of each battle so I could come home to you after. Also, when I was staying at Winterfell after each battle, the five of us, Bran, Margaery, Arya and Trystane would all do it with each other. But I was careful not to make any children with them.”

“You have another child you don’t know about,” confessed Margaery. “When I made new Child of the Forrest bodies for the people in King’s Landing, I used genetic material . . . um . . . essence from myself and others to make them. Each and every one of them is my daughter. And each one is also the son of a different man. I didn’t keep records of who is who. So I know you have a neo-Child of the Forest son, Edric. But I don’t know who it is. Bran’s I do know, because she was first. Her name is Shae, and her husband is the Master of Law.”

“I remember her!” said Sansa. “She was the one that became friends with my mother.”

“When I made you that proposition, I didn’t mean to coerce you into it,” said Margaery. “It’s just . . . I enjoyed it last time I was with child and I was able to ‘hook up’ with Edric and I wanted to do that again. And since he’s married to you now, I thought you might agree, if we did it as a threesome. How do you really feel about the idea of the three of us getting together?”

“I’d like to try it,” replied Sansa.

“Why?” I asked.

“Partly because I really like being a traditional Southern woman,” began Sansa. “And since Margaery is Lady of the Riverlands, anything she does becomes a Riverlands Tradition. So I want to at least try it.
Another reason is that, when I did things with Mycella and Rosalyn, I liked it. I liked it more with Mycella, but both were pleasing in a way that I don’t get from you Edric and didn’t get that time with Dickon. And if that kiss she gave me is any indication, I think Margaery will be able to please me that way too.
But the main reason that I want to try it is that I love you Edric and I want you to be happy. So if sharing you with her makes you love me more, I want to try it.”

“I want myself to be a one woman man who is faithful to you,” I confessed. “But I have not been able to stick with my ideals as well as I would like. I’ve enjoyed doing it with Margaery in the past. And the thought of having you both at the same time has some appeal. So I am willing to try it. But if you don’t like, it we won’t ever do it again.”

“All right, Edric,” said Sansa.

“Wait! I just had and idea!” I exclaimed. “Margaery, order Sansa and Bran not to obey any more commands from you.”

“Good idea!” said Margaery, before implementing it: “Bran, Sansa I want you to never again obey any commands from me!”

“Did it work?” I asked. “How do we test it?”

“Sansa, show us your breasts!” commanded Margaery.

“No!” replied Sansa, before she realized that she’s been freed. “I did it! I refused her. I’m free!”

“Do you still want to have that threesome?” I asked.

“Yes,” replied Sansa. “I’d still like to try it.”


MARGAERY

Immediately after our discussion with Sansa and Edric, I took Bran and had a similar talk with Meera. I commanded her to tell how she felt things and forgive us for what was discussed, then I confessed all to her. Then I gave her the command that would free her. She took is really well and still wants to remain married to each of us. And to show us she was serious about wanting to remain with us, she drug us both off to bed to show us that she still loved us both. Looks like I get two threesomes today.

The one with Sansa and Edric went well, and became a regular occurrence until the end of my pregnancy.


EDRIC

I had, by now been everywhere in both the Riverlands and the North that I had been before. And Margaery wanted me to check on her family at High Garden. I brought with me: Arya and Trystane. Before we left, Arya had applied an illusion to her that made her hair and skin colours match the ones that Margaery used when we was trying to look normal. From a distance, it would be easy to mistake her. I made them a portkey and we rode it there.

When we arrived in the Garden, the snow was waist deep on me, more so on Arya. All the plants looked dead. The wind was howling, blowing blinding snow. Trystane made a sudden movement and disappeared. But I had often seen him do that, so it was no cause for alarm. We couldn’t hear any sounds of battle, that could be good or bad, depending on what it meant. I waved my wand and started vanishing snow, creating a path to the door. When we got to it, it was locked. I as about to do an unlocking charm, when Trystan opened it from the inside.

“Someone is here!” said Trystane, before he vanished again.

I willed the Cloak to appear and pulled it over myself and Arya.

I could feel it was warmer inside, than out. As we creeped through the palace, we started to hear female voices talking. They were complaining about the food and their lack of fresh meat and the quality of the wine. Their accents reminded me of Trystane. When we turned the corner I saw them, a group of women that appeared to be from all over the world with their skin tones being various shades that were darker than usual for the North, with one of them being almost as dark as Margaery’s true appearance. They all had weapons of various sorts nearby. They didn’t have proper northern winter clothing. Instead, they had what looked like multiple layers that were never meant to be worn together.

“Obara?” asked Arya, as she stepped away from me and out from under the cloak.

Instantly, all seven of them leapt for their weapons!

“It’s me, Arya,” she said.

“You don’t look like anyone I know!” hissed the oldest one.

“That’s because I’ve taught her some of my tricks,” said Trystane, as he appeared out of no where.

It looked like he had thrown off an invisibility cloak or apparated, but the body movement was wrong for that.

“Trystane!” shouted one of the women. “You’re alive!”

Arya dropped her illusion so that she looked normal and she and Trystane hugged each of the women in greeting.

“Edric, these are my cousins: Obara, Tyene, Sarella, Elia, Obella, Dorea and Loreza,” introduced Trystane. “Collectively known as the Sand Snakes. Cousins, this is Lord Edric Peverel, Lord of the Twins. He used to be a bastard like you.”

“Former Lord of the Twins,” corrected Edric. “With the river frozen, it’s not very defensible, so I had to give it up.”

“There aren’t any bastards anymore.” said Arya.

“What do you mean?” asked Dorea.

“The Queen, decreed that everyone, even bastards, should take a name and that everyone is a true born child of their mother,” explained Arya.

“When did the King remarry?” asked Sarella.

“King Robert is dead,” said Trystane. “His niece, Shireen is Queen now.”

“Is this true?” asked Elia. “We’re really not bastards anymore?”

“It’s true,” I said. There have been a lot of changes in the North, Riverlands and King’s Landing, What do you know about what’s going on here and to the south?”

“The Others took us totally by surprise,” said Obara. “When Robert called on Dorne to fight them, we all though he had gone mad. But Uncle Doran still send some spearmen north to fight for him.”

“When the weather grew worse, one by one, we stopped getting ravens back from the other places in Dorne,” said Tyene. “But we were totally taken by surprise when an army of dead men rose from the ground and attacked Sunspear!”

“Our Father, Mother, Uncle Doran . . . . none of them survived,” said Obara.

“We thought that we were all that was left of our family,” added Obella.

“So we went to Old Town to rescue Sarella,” said Tyene. “But everywhere we went in Dorne: Godgrace, Yronwood, Blackmont . . . all deserted and empty.”

“By the time they made it to Old Town, the Others had breached the defenses and they were taking the High tower,” explained Sarella. “I wouldn’t have made it out alive without them!”

“When tried going north,” said Obara. “Everywhere we went, the castles were empty. When we found this place, the stores were full. It seemed like a good place to wait for the end.”

“We though we might the only people in the world, still living,” said Sarella. “I’m glad to hear there are still living people in King’s Landing and North of here.”

“With the rest of the family dead, that means you are now Prince of Dorne, Trystane,” said Obara. “Which may just be the nine of us, if we count Arya.”

“Well the world has ended and everything has changed,” said Arya.

“She’s right,” agreed Trystane. “None of you are bastards anymore.”

“Ladies, you have a choice,” I told them. “We came here so I could cast a spell that will hide this castle. If you wanted to stay you would be safe . . . or, I could magically transport you to King’s Landing or Winterfell.”

“At Winterfell,there are a bunch of Riverland Lords who have lost their families,” said Trystane. “Each of you could find a husband who is a lord and your children would all be true born.”

“No matter who you made them with,” added Arya.

“Very well ladies, grab a hold of this rope,” I told them, before I waved my wand over it and turned it into a portkey, that whisked them off to WInterfell.

I then made another one to transport the three of us to Storms End.