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Post by loras tyrell on Aug 27, 2014 6:01:08 GMT
i will put a sword through
his righteous face
”I can’t believe we have to go through with this.” Loras complained, buttoning his vest. Dinner with the king.. The whole thing was just getting ridiculous. Oh sure, the plan to marry Margaery to Joffrey and secure the crown had sounded fine when it was on paper, but that was before they met the little shit. He didn’t want his sister marrying that creep.. he didn’t even want them living in the same castle. And setting him up with Cersei had never been a part of the deal. If it wasn’t obvious, Loras wasn’t exactly happy with his grandmother at the moment. To make matters worse, the Tyrell matriarch had set up this whole dinner, insisting that he bonded with his future son/brother-in-law (which nobody seemed to understand shouldn't have even been possible!). He sighed, pushing one side of his hair behind his ear and glancing at his sister to see if she was ready. They walked into the hall where a lavish table had been set up. The only thing missing was Joffrey. ”What kind of king doesn’t even show up to his own dinners on time?” he muttered as they took their seats.
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Post by margaery tyrell on Aug 27, 2014 18:39:34 GMT
no, i want to be
the queen I can’t believe we have to go through with this. Margaery fixed her curls around her face. Making sure to make her hair not look wild but also not hide her physical assets. Not that those were the things that would win Joffrey over. It didn’t help though. “Grandma says it will help and we should just be thankful that it is just with King Joffrey.” Margaery didn’t want to single anyone out in her comment. There was no telling who was listening. Though it really wasn’t a mystery where Cersei and Margaery stood with each other. At least it wasn’t a mystery about Cersei’s feelings. Margaery had made sure to hide hers from everyone except Loras and Olenna. Those two certainly knew how she felt about the temporary queen. Actually those two were the only ones who really knew how Margaery felt about anything. She didn’t voice her opinions like her grandma did to complete strangers. And that due to the fact that Margaery was still playing the Game of Thrones. She couldn’t’ afford to say what was really on her mind. Which was that this marriage idea was terrible. It was bad enough she had to marry Joffrey, but now her brother had to marry Cersei. The woman would do anything to keep that from happening. Joffrey didn’t bother her as much, she knew how to appeal to him and how to not make him as angry as everyone else seemed to do. Margaery followed her brother into the hall where everything was set up. She looked around the room and definitely noticed that the king was nowhere to be found. What kind of king doesn’t even show up to his own dinners on time? “The kind who has to run a country, Loras. King Joffrey is a very busy man between ruling the country and punishing the unjust, among other things.” You know aimlessly murdering people who deserved to live more than him. The only reason why Margaery wasn’t bantering with her brother at the moment was because Lannister servants were in the room. And well you never knew when King Joffrey would walk in.
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Post by joffrey lannister baratheon on Aug 27, 2014 23:31:02 GMT
the angles are all wrong, now she's
ripping wings off of butterflies
Joffrey was preparing himself—he knew that he had to look like perfection for this dinner. Of course, that wasn’t too much trouble. He was naturally perfection. But he did want this girl to like him (or at least cooperate with him that was all he really gave two shits about). He was paying no attention to the time because hey, who the hell cared if he was late. He was the King. If anyone wanted to complain to him about his tardiness, he’d be happy to have them beheaded and then listen to them complain about that. Anyway, he was dressed into the finest of his robes and headed out of his bedroom. When he entered the room they’d be eating in, he was delighted to see that the two were already there. Though he could have done without the boy. ”My dear Margaery, you’re looking beautiful as ever.” He took a seat and nodded a greeting toward Loras. ”Pleasure to see you, Loras.” He sounded completely bored while he said it but at least it was said. That was polite, right? Eh, he didn’t really care. He reached for his glass, gesturing for the others to do the same. ”For unity,” he announced, before taking a drink and grabbing some food. He glanced at the boy. ”I must say I’m thrilled that you don’t feel the need to clean up while in the presence of your superiors. Mother must like that about you.” He then turned his attention to Margaery. ”So sorry to keep you waiting. I’m quite busy, as you can imagine.”
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Post by loras tyrell on Aug 28, 2014 2:42:39 GMT
i will put a sword through
his righteous face
”Grandma says it will help and we should just be thankful that is it just with King Joffrey.” ”It doesn’t matter whether you throw a pig into hot oil or the flames themselves— either way it’ll burn.” Aka, yes, it could be worse, but that didn’t mean Loras was happy with the current situation. The knight was a little too much like his grandmother in that he tended to wear his opinions on his sleeve. He had no idea how his sister hadn’t been tempted to blow her own brains out. He’d never completely fathom the way her mind worked. ”The kind who has to run a country, Loras.” He knew this was the kind of afternoon it was going to be, but that didn’t make him frown any less at the comment. ”King Joffrey is a busy man, between ruling the country and punishing the unjust, among other things.” ”Like playing with dolls and beheading everyone who doesn’t like him.” Loras muttered, this time just so his sister could hear him. Joffrey joined shortly after, and Loras was reminded quick just how much he didn’t llike the boy. ”Please you see you, Loras.” ”And you, your grace.” He sounded equally as uninterested. He lifted his glass when beckoned, rolling his eyes every so slightly in mocking as he muttered ”For unity.” He nearly stabbed his fork into a piece of food when Joffrey spoke to him. ”I must say I’m thrilled that you don’t feel the need to clean up while in the presence of your superiors. Mother must like that about you.” ”Oh yes, in fact she very frequently complements my looks.” You know.. in his head.. after she told him to get lost. He clenched his fist under the table. How anyone had gone this long without murdering the boy was completely beyond him.
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Post by margaery tyrell on Aug 28, 2014 21:31:17 GMT
no, i want to be
the queen It doesn’t matter whether…---- either way it’ll burn. “Maybe the pig will prefer the hot oil over the flames, you don’t know. You are not the pig.” How did Loras know? As far as Margaery knew she was not related to a pig. Literally and figuratively. Loras was most certainly not a pink animal. And he was charming and a gentleman. At least Margaery though he was a gentleman. Like playing with dolls and beheading everyone who doesn’t like him. Margaery stopped herself from laughing out loud. She cleared her throat and gave Loras a warning look. Stuff like that was not going to be okay for tonight. Margaery played with hair nervously, glancing around. It took a few more seconds for Joffrey to finally come into the room. The woman plastered the most charming smile on her face as she faced the king. My dear Margaery, you’re looking beautiful as ever. “Your grace,” Margaery greeted, bowing her head at him. “You are looking ravishing in those robes. The material is quite lovely.” She sat down once Joffrey was seated. She tried her best to ignore the exchange between Loras and Joffrey. If that was worse that it was going to get, then Margaery could deal with it. “For unity!” Margaery cheered, probably drowning out Loras’ cheer. She raised her glass and slowly sipped from it, like a lady. A polite, regal lady. I must say I’m thrilled that you don’t feel the need to clean up… Margaery forced a chuckle out after Joffrey’s comment, briefly throwing Loras an apologetic look. Oh yes, in fact she very frequently complements my looks. Margaery kept her charming smile on as she kicked Loras under the table. “I’m glad our houses can get along. The last thing you need, your grace, is to deal with domestic problems.” Margaery leaned forward onto the table, making herself smile more at Joffrey. She glanced over at the food, grabbing some meat and vegetables. She wasn’t stuffy her face like Loras. Unlike him she had to keep up her actual appearance. So sorry to keep you waiting. I’m quite busy, as you can imagine. “No need for apologies, my king. I do imagine you are quite busy, between the duties you have here and dealing with the rebellion. It is very impressive, your grace.” She was going to have to gouge her mouth later. With a knife. Margaery could not believe she was doing this. It was one thing to manipulate someone like Renly. He was a gentle and kind man, he didn’t turn her stomach every time she smiled at him. How her grandma expected anyone to deal with this, was beyond her.
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Post by joffrey lannister baratheon on Sept 19, 2014 0:43:04 GMT
the angles are all wrong, now she's
ripping wings off of butterflies
The greetings were lovely, though one seemed a bit insincere. Joffrey glanced at Loras. ”Sir Loras, might I excuse you for a moment so that you may clear your head? You sound rather distant.” Yea if Loras left for two seconds he was going to get hell for it but he needed to be cheerful. Joffrey was the king. You are looking ravishing in those robes. The material is quite lovely. He grinned at her, nodding. ”You flatter me—It’s the finest material in the kingdom—fit for a king.” It was kind of her to notice. She had such knowledge of art and beauty. It was a wonder she tolerated a disgrace such as Loras. Oh yes, in fact she very frequently complement my looks. Joffrey maintained a steady grin. ”I would imagine so. She’s quite charitable.” The last thing you need, your grace, is to deal with domestic problems. ”Of course. Fortunately, my house is quite easy to get along with.” They were all great. Except Jaime and Tyrion but they weren’t really part of the house as far as Joffrey was concerned. It is very impressive, your grace. ”It’s nothing, really. I was born a king—born to lead.” He turned to Loras. ”So tell me, Loras, about your home. Certainly the magnificence of the castle is quite different from your… past situation.”
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Post by loras tyrell on Sept 19, 2014 7:59:13 GMT
i will put a sword through
his righteous face
”Maybe the pig will prefer the hot oil over the flames, you don’t know. You are not the pig.” ”I feel like it,” Loras muttered unhappily. ”Actually— I think I’d rather be the pig.” At least all the pig had to worry about was being killed. To be cooked in oil or fire would be a quick death. Marriage to Cersei, on the other hand, was going to be slow and eternal suffering. ”Sir Loras, might I excuse you for a moment so that you may clear your head? You sound rather distant.” ”No, my lord, my apologies. I was merely distracted.” By an urge to punch you in the face but you don’t need to know that part. Loras shot his sister a look when he was kicked under the table— she didn’t get to laugh and kick him that had been in no way part of their arrangement. Joffrey replied and he gave the two of them a smile that looked more like a pained grimace, ”I would imagine so. She’s quite charitable.” ”Oh yes, you must get that from her.” Then Margaery started with smiling and complimenting and Loras was repulsed. He had no desire to listen to this. Maybe he could sing a song in his head. Two songs… How long did it take to eat anyway? He looked around the room, trying to distract himself with anything aside from the conversation. What was that painting supposed to be of anyway? What would happen if he purposely choked on a piece of food? ”Fortunately, my house is quite easy to get along with.” Broken from his thoughts Loras let out a laugh that he quickly covered with a cough, eyes slightly widening. He took a deep breath when Joffrey said that he was born to lead, eyes not leaving his plate until the little brat ordered him back into the conversation. ”So tell me Loras, about your home. Certainly the magnificence of the castle is quite different from you.. past situation.” ”Oh yes.. very different. I much prefer Highgarden, actually.” He probably wasn’t supposed to say that but whatever. He didn’t’ really care anymore. It was the truth. ”It’s quieter there.. more peaceful. There aren’t nearly as many unsavory characters.”
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Post by margaery tyrell on Sept 25, 2014 19:48:27 GMT
no, i want to be
the queen Margaery took a sip of her wine as Joffrey offered for Loras to be excused. Why couldn’t the two of them just be remotely nice? Well it was Joffrey, Margaery was pretty sure this was him being nice. Loras on the other hand, Margaery has seen him act better than this. But she couldn’t blame her brother. It was a hard situation to navigate and unless you had the teachings of Olenna behind you, it was probably difficult to stomach such an interaction. No, my lord, my apologies. I was merely distracted. Margaery knew what exactly he was distracted by but nonetheless she have him a brief thank you smile. The woman definitely owed him one. Margaery turned her attention back to the young king, a giant smile plastered on her face. You flatter me—It’s the finest material in the kingdom—fit for a king. “And for your future queen?” Margaery asked quietly as she ran her fingers put his arm to feel the material. She quickly took her hand. “I would be ever so grateful for such privileges, your grace.” Margaery knew not to ask too much from Joffrey as to not irritate him. But she had hoped asking for simple material would be okay. She could always spin it in another direction, that he deserved to have the woman standing next to him to look beautiful as well, but enough to surpass him of course. Really Margaery would think of numerous ways to ask for things. Of course she didn’t want to lay on her act too thick this early on. She’s quite charitable. … Oh yes, you must get that from her, It must be some sort of family trait. Margaery decided to keep her mouth shut about that one. Not even Margaery could say something believably nice about Cersei and Joffrey all at once. Fortunately, my house is quite easy to get along with. Margaery had to stop herself from shooting a glare at Loras, to not give away his so called cough. “You should take a drink Ser Loras, to clear your throat of that terrible cough.” Margaery gave her brother a strained smile and gestured at his wine glass. Yes she badly wanted to laugh at that too. “Your family has been most kind to mine, my King,” Margaery stated dragging her eyes from her brother to her future husband, “You being the kindest of them. I am truly grateful for that. Perhaps you would like something in return, your grace?” Hey he was nice to her. So she had to compliment him and appeal to things she wouldn’t normally go for. But at least her head wasn’t being mounted on a spike any time soon. It’s nothing, really. I was born a king—born to lead. “Yes of course, it is your birthright.” Even though it was rumored that he wasn’t even Robert’s child but that wasn’t something Margaery was ever going to mutter. She chewed on a few pieces of meat as Joffrey addressed Loras, keeping her eyes on her plate. Oh yes…very different. I much prefer Highgarden actually. Margaery nearly dropped her fork when her brother said that. While it was true for both Loras and Margaery, it was not something tthey should say. It’s quieter there…more peaceful. Margaery choked out a laugh at that, yea sure. It wasn’t that quiet. Better but not quieter. “My apologies,” she muttered giving the two men a smile. There aren’t nearly as many unsavory characters. Again true.
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Post by joffrey lannister baratheon on Sept 30, 2014 3:17:14 GMT
the angles are all wrong, now she's
ripping wings off of butterflies
When Loras refused the invitation to leave, Joffrey raised an eyebrow at the guy before nodding. Oh yes, you must get that from her. ”It certainly isn’t from my father,” He affirmed. Yes, he did take it as a compliment. And for your future queen? ”But of course, my lady,” he said with a grin as she touched his arm. I would be ever so grateful for such privileges, your grace. ”And you deserve nothing less.” She was to be his queen—she deserved the best of the best. Joffrey slowly turned toward Loras when he lost control, quickly catching on and keeping cool. Oh, he’d get back at him. Margaery knew how to fix Loras’s mistakes, but she couldn’t help him for long. Perhaps you would like something in return, your grace? ”You’re more than enough, my Queen.” He needed nothing more. Nothing from her, anyway. Her brother, on the other hand, would not get away with insulting his king. It’s quieter there… more peaceful. There aren’t nearly as many unsavory characters. ”Yes, I can imagine so now that that boy’s out of there. What was his name again—Renly?” Yup. He went there.
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