The Wizard of Fury Chapter 28

The bustle of King’s Landing had reached a fever pitch. The streets and inns were all packed with visitors from all across the Seven Kingdoms. Demand for basic goods was at an all-time high just to keep the city going. Thankfully, there was one family above the others who was doing their part to keep things running smoothly.

“Seven blessings upon you,” the poor Septa smiled with all of the earnestness of a woman in desperate need of help. The Tyrell men carried in the last few crates of milled grain, preserved fireplums and peaches, and dried strips of aurochs meat into the poor orphanage that she managed. It was located on the outskirts of Flea Bottom, the poorest district in all of King’s Landing. The orphanage was close enough to proper society that they weren’t likely to be robbed while delivering these necessities, which had made it the perfect place for Margaery to make her first public appearance outside of the Red Keep.

Margaery smiled back and took the woman’s hands into hers. She was practically trembling with joy. It felt hollow.

It was plainly clear that the Tyrell family were the ones bringing in the majority of foodstuffs into King’s Landing; there were only a few other families who came close to reaching a fifth of what the Tyrells had delivered. The smallfolk were overjoyed at the newfound sustenance and the foreign foods that were brought in. While King’s Landing saw plenty of imports from the North, the Reach, Essos, and beyond, the smallfolk rarely enjoyed any of it. But now that the Tyrells were here…

“I heard that you were to thank for this,” the Septa said, clutching to her seven-star pendant that hung around her neck. It was made of wood, unlike the steel or silver pendants that were more often seen. It reflected the state of poverty in this orphanage that she managed. It hurt Margaery that the Faith of the Seven wouldn’t offer more support, but she supposed that things were more difficult here in King’s Landing.

In truth, she wasn’t the one to thank for these goods. It was her grandmother who’d orchestrated the entire ploy, but she’d insisted that the entirety of the smallfolk heard Margaery’s name. She was to be declared their saviour, their deliverer of goods. It was her grandmother’s way of ensuring that Margaery had enough sway here to potentially earn a marriage proposal with one of the princes.

But Margaery didn’t want either of them. Harry was the only man she had eyes for.

Still, she clung to the Septa like a lost sister and basked in the rising emotions that filled her.

“I had only hoped to ease the suffering of the innocent,” she replied dutifully, knowing the exact words that she ought to say. The game of thrones was an inherently intense and complicated game, one that Margaery herself knew that she couldn’t abandon entirely. Even if she’d already pledged herself to Harry, she knew that she had to learn to defend her future home from others, and garnering support like this was the first step that she could take.

Dragonstone was an austere island, she’d heard, but Margaery knew that she couldn’t live like that. It was better to build up connections now in order to ensure the future procurement of goods to the island that would eventually become her home. She wanted the same rich luxuries she earned within the Reach, even if they wouldn’t necessarily be grown on or around the island. Getting the smallfolk on her side would aid her in pressuring the king and any lords and ladies who curried his favour.

Without the death and doom that came from existing in the most populous city in Westeros, Margaery truly hoped that these smallfolk would have a better future. The smallfolk that lived in the Reach were far poorer than their lords and ladies, but they didn’t seem to suffer the way that those did in King’s Landing. Even the worst off couple find a scrape of bread and a bit of thin stew to help sustain themselves. Those in this city were lucky to find a bit of crust and a couple of dregs of some liquid that could potentially be a broth with the right sort of innocence.

“You will be remembered for years to come,” the Septa promised her.

“That is more than I deserve,” Margaery said honestly. “I will do what I can to aid you, but please focus your remembrance upon the Seven and their glories. It is through their grace that we are able to find the drive to do good unto the world.”

With their final goodbyes said, her family’s men escorted Margaery back to the wheelhouse that’d been specially built for her family’s stay here in King’s Landing. It was narrower than she was used to, but that made it far easier to navigate the packed city streets.

“Did they remember to thank you specifically?” Olenna asked the moment Margaery stepped inside. The windows peering out into the city had their wooden lattice coverings removed so that the smallfolk could more easily see her visibly as she travelled through the streets. Already, she’d received heaping praise from those who passed by and recognised the Tyrell sigil on the side of the carriage.

“Yes, grandmother,” Margaery replied, biting back a sigh. As the wheelhouse started to move, Margaery leaned forward in her seat to get closer to Olenna. “Can we return to the Red Keep now? We’ve already made deliveries at four orphanages, seven inns, and two guild houses.”

“Eager to return to your betrothed?” Olenna smiled in amusement.

“We’re not betrothed yet,” Margaery pointed out. Lord Stannis had approached her father with terms after he made Harry apologise for deflowering Margaery. Naturally, Mace wasn’t upset in the slightest upon learning that Harry wished to wed his daughter. He was as affable and chummy as ever, not that Stannis seemed to enjoy that. The details would be finalised in the coming days once their maester back in Highgarden had confirmed that he was sending forth a suitable dowry.

“And yet you act like newlyweds with how much the two of you spend time fucking,” Olenna quipped.

“Grandmother!”

“Please,” Olenna waved her off. “I’m aware of what goes on between attractive men and women when they’re placed in close proximity together—do you think my virtue remained intact until my wedding night? You two are simply far too obvious in your affections. Do you really think that no one notices that when one of you leaves the dining hall during supper that the other one follows soon after?”

Margaery’s cheeks pinkened. “I believed that we were being discreet. We always waited until the wine had been flowing for some time.”

“Oh, you might fool some of the drunkards, but those with keener eyes have noticed,” Olenna informed her. “Speaking of which, have you made time to speak with Stannis yet?”

“No,” Margaery said regretfully. “He seems… difficult to approach. I was hoping that Harry would be able to help soften his opinion of me.”

“And what opinion do you believe he has of you?”

“A poor one,” Margaery admitted. “His eyes seem so cold whenever he stares at me.”

“That’s how he looks at anyone that isn’t his son,” Olenna chuckled. “I doubt his wife even receives a hint of affection from him.”

“I do not wish to be on his bad side,” Margaery replied. “Regardless of how stern and serious the man is, Harry truly looks up to his father. He’s important to him, so that makes him important to me too.”

“Family loyalty is an admirable quality in a man,” Olenna acknowledged. “But I would be less concerned about this if I were you. Words will not win over Stannis’ favour; it is only through your actions that he will come to know and respect you, and that will take time.”

Margaery nodded, taking in her words. She would show him that she could manage his household in time when Harry inherited his father’s lordship, and she would start now with this: taking care of the smallfolk.

“I see your point. Let’s continue on with our tour around the city,” Margaery said.

“Excellent,” Olenna clasped her hands together. “Do be sure to straighten your back, dear. It would be improper for anyone to see you slouching.”

It was nearly the evening when they finally dropped off the last of the goods in the carts that trailed behind the wheelhouse. The entire journey back up to the Red Keep, Margaery was buzzing with excitement. All she’d wanted to do today was lounge around in bed with Harry, but they sadly both had duties to keep them busy.

Stannis had held quite a few meetings with Lord Stark, the new Hand of the King, and Harry was often invited to sit in on them. Margaery had enquired as to what he was doing, but Harry was surprisingly reluctant to share any details. He said that they were planning security for the tourney, which was wise and prudent given the trouble on the roads and the attack on Stannis himself weeks ago, but he didn’t offer any specifics. Surprisingly, none of the King’s other councillors sat in on the meetings, nor did any member of the Goldcloaks.

Still, Margaery trusted that Harry knew what he was doing and that everything would be fine come the time of the tourney. Baseless rumours had begun to swirl that there would be a grand attack at the tourney. It was preposterous really; who would dare attack a tourney where the greatest knights from all across the Seven Kingdoms would be in attendance? It would take an army to pose any real threat.

They were just scared, Margaery understood. These attacks had been challenging on everyone, especially when it came time to bury any dead travellers. No lords or ladies had perished in the attacks, but several knights, household guards, and innocent smallfolk had.

Thankfully, Lord Stark seemed keen on maintaining the patrols that Stannis had established to ensure that the roads remained safe of banditry. Margaery knew that everything would be fine come the tourney.

Once they neared the Red Keep, Margaery kept a close eye out for Harry. He was always busy, running about the castle and heading off towards the tourney grounds, but he always returned back to the training yard just before supper so that he could get in some quick exercise and make room for supper.

Thankfully, she spotted him there, training amongst his father’s men. He was stood in the centre of a circle in the dirt with a blade in his hands. Margaery recognised it as proper steel, not a training blade as most used—her brothers, Garlan and Loras, both insisted that proper steel was the only way to train. He was facing two men alone.

One of them lunged forward with a powerful thrust, but Harry reacted quickly and lunged to the side before spearing forward with his own blade. The man’s partner tried to block Harry’s strike, but Harry clearly predicted that because his thrust suddenly twisted and turned into a slash that raked across the partner’s midsection. His mail stopped the blow from slicing through his belly, but everyone knew that it was a kill blow. The partner promptly stepped out of the circle, leaving the lone man alone with Harry.

“He’s quite fast,” Olenna remarked, which was tantamount to effusive praise from anyone else.

Harry quickly stepped backwards as the man tried to get in a quick strike at Harry’s undefended side. Then, all it took was a swift twist of his blade for the tip of Harry’s sword to clip the man’s wrist. The man dropped his blade and then knelt as Harry placed his blade near his throat.

A round of applause went up from the men around Harry as he helped the man back up to his feet. He pulled off his helmet, showing off his sweat-soaked hair and that beautiful smile of his. But as Margaery was admiring him, she noticed someone else in the distance watching him as well.

Everyone knew the name Arianne Martell after the incident in the Throne Room. Although Margaery hadn’t been present, everyone was keen on repeating the curious story. That woman was now watching Harry from above through an open window.

What was it that had crossed between the two of them that day? Margaery endeavoured to ask Harry about it in time, but right now, all she wanted was a relaxing moment with her betrothed-to-be.

Hurrying out of the carriage, Margaery rushed over to the yard. Harry turned to see her coming before she was even within earshot, and a bright grin stretched across his lips. He said something to the men around him and then hurried to meet her before she got too close.

“Hello,” he said with that handsome smile of his.

“Do you think we could speak about something important in private?” Margaery asked him, using the code phrase that they’d decided upon.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened with lust. “Supper will be on soon,” he warned her.

“It’s important,” she emphasised.

“Then let’s go,” he said in complete understanding.

Margaery did her best to maintain a calm air about her as she walked alongside Harry towards the building his apartments were housed in, but the feeling of her grandmother’s gaze upon her back unsettled her. By aligning herself with Harry, she knew that she was making new enemies here in King’s Landing. An alliance between Houses Tyrell and Baratheon was bound to be incredibly powerful and influential. She wondered how many had already realised that a betrothal was bound to occur sooner rather than later.

Her political mind ran rampant with the possibilities up until they reached Harry’s apartments. Thankfully, his father was out, so Margaery had no issue with beginning to strip as she made his way to Harry’s chambers. She let her silks fall down to the floor as Harry trailed behind her, undoubtedly focusing on her marvellous, bubbly arse as it came into view. By the time he reached his room, Margaery had divested of the last of her garments and was in the process of laying down on her back on his bed.

Margaery stretched out her limbs as she got herself comfortable, parting her thighs and revealing the glistening folds of her sex to Harry. He looked at her with a hunger that made her insides twist up in excitement. Her fingers hesitated at the edge of her labia, making sure that his eyes were following her motions perfectly. A mixture of nervousness and excitement shot through her. She’d never shown her body off to him like this. She felt so utterly exposed with her knees so high up as to squish her breasts, but Harry looked like he was completely in love with her at that moment.

Teasingly, Margaery let a single finger begin to circle her clit ever so slightly. The first sparks of pleasure began to light up inside of her whenever her finger grazed her clit, urging her on to do more. With her other hand, she used her fingers to gently delve between her folds, gathering up plenty of moisture on her finger tips. Then, she raised them up in the air and beckoned Harry over towards her.

He looked utterly entranced as he walked over, his thick cock showing plainly through his trousers. She still couldn’t believe that he could fit inside of her. She held her slick fingers up for him, and he eagerly popped them straight into her mouth. His tongue swirled around her fingers, licking them perfectly clean.

“Oh…” Margaery moaned softly as her fingers focused in on her clit. Gone were her teasing touches; now she just needed to feel so much more.

When Harry finally released her hand, she instantly cupped one of her marvellous breasts and tweaked her nipple. The stinging pleasure shot straight down to her core, making her hips buck upwards in excitement. She brought her fingers down to her slick entrance and dipped them inside of herself. The feeling of Harry’s gaze upon her stirred her on for more and more. Her core ached for his cock, but she wanted to wait for him to be at the breaking point before he entered her.

Harry quickly began removing his mail and other armour as he watched her fall into her fantasies. The thought of Harry’s cock filling up her pussy spurred her fingers on to pump faster and faster inside of herself. The sweet heat of her pussy engulfed her finger, making her understand just how good she was bound to feel for Harry.

“I love watching you watch me,” Margaery told Harry. “Seeing that look in your eyes—”

“Margaery,” Harry growled. He finally stripped down so that he was bare too, and his cock bobbed excitedly when it was freed from its confines. “Quit teasing me.”

Suddenly, Margaery threw herself forward to leap up from the bed. She crossed the room to meet Harry in the middle.

Standing face to face, Margaery trapped Harry’s cock in between her wet thighs. As it jumped in excitement, Margaery slid forward, letting her pussy coat more of his shaft with her juices. “I need this so badly,” she told him in a whimpering tone. “I’ve been dreaming of it all day.”

“Then I won’t disappoint you,” his husky voice replied.

Raising her hips slightly as she slid back, Margaery made the last few motions necessary to get the tip of his cock lined up with her entrance, but she waited for him to seal the deal.

For seconds she waited as he did nothing more than stare into her eyes. She returned his intense gaze, falling into a sea of emerald green until—

Margaery cried out in pleasure as Harry’s cock filled her pussy. It’d been less than a day since their last coupling, but it felt like ages to her. She’d dreamt of him last night, feeling his strong hands upon her skin and the warmth of his body atop of hers. Such was her frustration when she awoke in the morning that she’d begged her father to allow her to move into Harry’s apartments. Why was it such a bother that she finally stayed with the man that she’d been dreaming of for years? She didn’t care if she’d get looks from those who thought it improper for a man and woman to live together until they were officially wed.

Those concerns fled her mind when Harry started moving inside of her again. It always struck her as to just how thick he felt inside of her. His cock was perfection and hit every single sweet point inside of her needy pussy. Even when she’d touched herself, she’d never come close to finding this amount of pleasure within herself.

“Fuck me hard,” Margaery begged. His small room didn’t give much room for manoeuvrability, but it was enough for her to push back on Harry to force his back against the wall. She rolled her hips against his, stirring his cock around inside of herself as she kissed him again. “Put your baby in my belly.”

It would be improper beyond belief to be with child prior to a wedding, but Margaery didn’t care anymore. She wanted to be tied to Harry forever in all ways possible, and a child would make the perfect bond between them. As soon as their wedding took place, they could announce her pregnancy, and then they’d have a beautiful son or daughter on the way.

But beyond that, the mere thought of his cum filling up her womb, whether she got pregnant from it or not, turned Margaery on so damned much that she nearly came on his cock already.

Evidently, the thought turned Harry on quite a bit too, because he suddenly fell forward, forcing her back down onto the mattress. A sharp cry escaped past her lips as his cock stretched her in unusual ways, but any fleeting discomfort gave way to the sweetest pleasure imaginable as he started fucking her with powerful thrusts.

Margaery’s back arched off of the bed as her nails dug into the flesh of Harry’s back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly as he fucked her down into the mattress.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice hoarse with lust. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Gods, she’d needed this. Her pussy was clenching hard around his cock whenever he bottomed out inside of her, trying to squeeze his cum into her, but Harry had more restraint than that. He maintained his perfect rhythm as he fucked her as hard as she wanted.

“Tell me how badly you want this,” he practically ordered her.

“I need this like my body needs air,” Margaery moaned. “You drive me wild like no other man can. I need this escape from the world so badly. Please, Harry, make me yours!”

Harry let out a choked sound of surprise above her but did exactly as she asked. His cock molded her aching pussy to the shape of him as he speared into her again and again. Margaery was shameless in how she let her voice howl. She didn’t care if his family’s guards heard her; right now, all that mattered in the entire world was her and Harry.

“God, I’m going to fucking ruin you,” Harry groaned loudly.

He was. He really, truly was. No other man could compare to him in her mind. She was so happy that she was going to become his wife that she nearly cried in sheer joy, but then Harry’s cock pulsed inside of her and she was brought back to reality.

The brutal punishing pace of Harry’s thrusts were making her pussy flutter in excitement. He reached back and grabbed her arse roughly, lifting her up to change the angle that he was fucking her. The tip of his cock kept hitting that sensitive spot inside of her, making her see stars.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I’m so close.”

Sweat dripped down Harry’s face as his muscles strained with keeping up the effort of this relentless pace, but he showed no signs of slowing. “Cum for me,” he ordered her.

Suddenly, Margaery’s mouth opened in a wordless scream as she came all over Harry’s cock. It was pure orgasmic bliss, but he didn’t stop moving inside of her. He kept pumping into her until her inner walls began milking his cock for everything that it was worth. The hot spurt of cum deep into her womb left her so utterly satisfied that she couldn’t believe finding a greater bliss than this.

Neither one of them wanted to let the other go. They stared lovingly into each other’s eyes up until Harry finally let his body sag and fall down next to Margaery, his cock still lingering inside of her.

One peaceful moment like this was more than enough to make up for her busy days.