Thread: A Harem of Problems (RoleplayMaster x Forbidden Fruit)

RE A Harem of Problems RoleplayMaster x Awesomist Good! Margaery exclaimed happily. She leaned closer to him, her blue eyes locking into his, I think I've overstayed my welcome. I'm glad we had this talk, Tommen she purred in her seductive tone. She leaned even closer, tilting her head when their lips where two inches apart as if she was going for a kiss, but in the last moment she changed her course and went for his forehead. She planted a subtle, dry kiss at the young man's forehead giving him an ample view of her perky breasts in the process. Let's do this again she giggled then gently excused herself out of his room. The Hand of the King will be busy tonight she told herself in pride of the charms she cast on the young monarch. Cersei Lannister See more What was she doing there? The queen regent asked the castle attendant. For Cersei, this was no time for more political conflicts. Her mind was engulfed with vengeance all she could think of was her devil of a brother. She wanted him incinerated in front of the whole city for murdering her precious son. I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid. His vicious words echoed in her brain. It had to be him. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that it was Tyrion who killed Joffrey. Perhaps because of the shock after losing one of her offspring, Cersei was now thinking of retrieving her daughter, Myrcella, from the Dornish. Poor girl has been there for years now and Cersei had her devilish brother to thank for that. It seemed to her that Tyrion was set on destroying her and his own entire family from the minute he was born. I couldn't tell, your grace. It was a brief meeting To add to her dilemma, the servant before her was now informing her of Margaery's visit to Tommen's private chambers. That Tyrell wench, it seemed like an hour ago when she was seducing her way inside Joffrey's head. Now before even shedding a tear for her dead husband, she moved her fangs to Tommen's skull. A marriage between the two families seems necessary, so necessary that her father dictated it happens. If only Cersei can prevent it. All she has to do is to find a suitable substitute. It was going to be hard to convince Tywin to approve, and Cersei knew that. It was better to take one step at a time, so for now, her intentions were set on implicating Tyrion. The Royal Wedding Margaery Tyrell See more The people were chanting Margaery's name in the royal procession that preceded the wedding ceremony. Much to Cersei's dismay, it seemed that she was the only person in King's Landing that loathed the marriage and wished it annulled. The crowd's roars faded when the wedding bells commenced, and more and more nobles and merchants gathered in The Great Hall within the Red Keep to witness the ceremony. Margaery stood besides her father by the entrance. Her calm blue eyes surveyed the room as she walked down the aisle towards the throne, and a warm smile reflected her satisfaction on achieving royal status again. Hopefully this one won't die soon she told herself. Her relaxed smile contrasted with her new mother in law whom was seated in the front row. Cersei's hands merged together in a frustrated fist. Her lips clenched against each other and her head vibrated subtly as she resisted blowing up in pure anger. Aye. Queen you shall be... until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear , Maggy's prophecy haunted her again at that moment. Her treasured son was going to be taken from her by a Tyrell whore, and all she could do is smile and clap while Margaery seals her plans with a kiss. All eyes were on Margaery as she gently walked up the stairs to join her groom. She looked absolutely stunning in her bright beige dress, it complemented her modest curves and outlined her alluring waist. The green vines extending around her breasts matched her wavy hair perfectly and represented her house's agricultural wealth. Her dress contrasted with Cersei's black, almost mourning, dress that captivated her distraught at that very moment. In a moment of pure bliss, Margaery turned around exposing her bare back for Tommen to cover her with his gown.