Time Rewinded

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Author Ladykempton

Summary: The New God's decide to fix the past by returning three people back to the beginning of events.

Realm of the Gods

The Stranger stared at the end of the world, he could hear his Sister's crying, mourning the deaths of the mortals who where like their own children, off to the side his Brothers were struggling to decide what they wanted to do, rage at the great injustice or mourn at the loss of the mortals.

As God's there was nothing they could do to directly interfere, the mortals had been given freewill to make their own decisions, the Stranger looked over to the side as R'hllor came up besides him, the Lord of Light could only stare as the world turned to Ice with only the dead as the inhabitants, the two God's had come to realise that all was lost when the Great Other escaped his exile thanks to his loyal servant the Night King so they had come up with a wild plan that could change the world for the better, R'hllor sighed deeply "It is time" He said simply the Stranger nodded but remained silent.

"Have you chosen the three souls, that will return?" He asked, again the Stranger just nodded, he gave a wave of his hand two bright balls appeared, the two balls hovered in his hand.

R'hllor looked at the two old souls, he noticed that one soul was slightly older and seemed to be a bit battered and bruised, the Stranger gave the battered soul a soft stroke as though to sooth it "I normally let them rest between reincarnations" He said in a deep voice "This soul always has a difficult life, it's last one has to have been it's hardest one ever" He said as he stroked the soul, he sighed deeply.

With one last stroke he walked over to the observation table, he waved his free hand the glass rippled like a pebble being dropped in a puddle, the image became clear once more though this time instead of showing the reflection of the Stranger and the Lord of Light the image was of that of two men just entering their prime one was fat the other quite slender, both men were on horse back behind them two dark haired younger men.

"Are they the pervious hosts?" Asked R'hllor, the Stranger shook his head "No they are both long dead before the Long night returned" He said he waved his hand over the two souls.

Slowly one soul raised up, it then slid into the table, R'hllor watched as the soul slide smoothly into the one of the dark haired younger men that sat behind the two older men, R'hllor blinked as for a second two men appeared, one almost ten years older then the other slowly the two men blurred into one, to R'hllor the host looked very ill a few seconds later he lend to the side and was violently sick.

The Stranger stroked the second soul he then brought the soul up to his mouth and whispered to it he then gentle lowered his hand to the table and the soul slide into the table as well.

Once more the soul slide into a younger man then the two men on horse back, the soul slide into the body of a man who was ten years older then then the two younger men as before two men seemed to appear before the two men blurred into one.

"What about the third soul" Asked R'hllor looking back at the Stranger "I'll not send the third soul yet until the other two are settled" He said.

Winterfell ten years in the past

The last thing that Tyrion clearly remembered was the cold agony of the death inflected on him by the Night King, then nothing for a moment Tyrion had no body he seemed surrounded by soft glowing light for the first time in a very long time he felt safe near the end he had felt so tired now he felt he could truly rest for awhile then there was blackness again he heard a deep voice, though the voice was deep and powerful it was also caring "Get to the tower, quickly!" Commanded the voice he then felt he was falling, he was it seemed in a whirlpool of light, he heard a thousand voices, he heard Bronn yell at him to run for it as the dead ran at them, as he broke a barrel of wildfire and with a cheeky smirk he dropped a torch into the bright green pool of wildfire and he along with the dead were consumed by wildfire, he then heard Podrick plead with Tyrion not to let him rise again as a wound went bad, Tyrion remained by his side as the brave, loyal lad burned with fever he held his hand as he called for a Mother who had long abandoned him, Tyrion kept his promise and made sure that the lad would not rise he burned Pod's body, he then heard Jaime scream as he ran in to the inferno that had become Kings-Landing after Cersi made sure if she couldn't have the Iron Throne then no one would, Tyrion had tried to reach his Brother but was held back as his Brother burned desperate to reach his twin and lover, Tyrion then felt like he was rushing down, a great wave of nausea rushed over him he opened his eyes for a second everything was blurry, he blinked a few times he could clearly see King Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark behind him sat his son Robb as well as Jon Snow.

Jon Snow was currently bent off to the side of the horse and was being violently sick, Tyrion screwed his eyes shut he quickly slide off the bench he was seating on and ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

Tyrion felt sick but he had to get to the tower, he ran up the stairs, for the billionth time he cursed his stunted legs as his thighs burned with the strain as he rushed up the stairs, he could hear the grunts of a couple having sex he reached the door he raised a fist and banged ageist the old wood "You better be decent!" He yelled before he roughly pushed open the door.

He ignored his Brother and Sister as they pulled apart in horror, as Tyrion rushed past them and ran towards to window, Tyrion only just made it to the window before he started being violently sick.

Tyrion before he started being sick again he looked at the startled face of Bran Stark.

"I warned you not to fuck that serving girl!" Shouted Tyrion before he once again started being sick out of the window, Jaime appeared behind Tyrion a confused look on his face then he saw Bran, his eyes went wide at the sight "As usual I should have listened Little Brother" Said Jaime he then looked at Tyrion as he continued to be violently sick "Brother?" Asked Jaime as he rubbed Tyrion back he looked back into the room in time to see the door slam shut.

Jaime was shocked half to death when his baby Brother ran in to the room and ran over to the window and promptly started being sick after a few moments his Brother shouted "I warned you not to fuck that serving girl" before he began to be sick again Jaime frowned and walked over to his Brother he stood behind him it was then he caught sight of who was four foot down the tower.

Jaime was shocked as he saw one of Eddard Starks sons, the boy was far enough down to hear sounds but not clearly enough to understand or know who was talking, Jaime placed a hand on Tyrion's back "Brother?" Jaime asked as he started to rub his back he looked back into the room he caught sight of Cersei's dress as she ran threw the door and slamming it behind her.

After a couple of minutes Tyrion was simply heaving having completely emptying his stomach, Jaime rubbed his back very concerned for his little Brother, even with nothing lift in his stomach he kept trying to be sick, Bran Stark had climbed into the room unsure what to do.

Suddenly with out warning Tyrion slumped backwards only to be caught by Jamie.

Bran opened the door for Jaime as he with a little effort picked Tyrion up into his arms and carried him out of the room and Bran ran ahead of him to open further doors along the way.

Jaime sat next to his Brother as his fever tore threw him, he feared that maybe this fever was the same as Jon Arryn's sickness, but Tyrion had not spent much if any time with Jon Arryn before or even after he got sick, but what was strange was Eddard Starks Bastard was as sick as Tyrion yet no one else had gotten sick.

Jaime looked at his Brother, when ever there was a contagion roaming the Westerlands Tyrion seemed to get it, their Father would make sure he had the very basic of care, so that way if he died then he couldn't be accused of Kin slaying, but if Jaime had every gotten sick only the best of care was given, Jaime reached over and wiped Tyrion's forehead that was beaded with sweat, Tyrion childhood had been very lonely, ignored by Father, hated and despised by Cersei and ridiculed for being a Dwarf none of the children of Casterly Rock wished to play with Tyrion so he was more often then not left alone to read his books, Jaime had tried to spend as much time with his little Brother, as he got older it became harder then impossible.

Jaime watched as Maester Luwin attended Tyrion "The fever gives me great concern" He said as he placed a hand on Tyrion's burning forehead he then frowned "That is curious?" He said he turned and looked at Jaime "Do you know when he got the scar Ser?" Asked Luwin, Jaime frowned "What scar?" He asked as he looked down at his Brother's fevered body he blinked a few times across his Brothers face was now a fully healed scar that stretched from the right side of his forehead across the bridge of his nose and down the his lift cheek ending at his jaw line Jaime shook his head "I don't know, he's never had it before" He said Luwin nodded "I thought I had not seen it on his face before he become sick, the curious thing is Jon Snow has also seemed to have developed some scars he didn't have before" He said as he straightened "It is best to remove his clothes the cool air will help cool his body" He said as he began to remove Tyrion's sweat socked clothes with the help of a servant, Jaime stood to one and watched "Ye God's!" Gasped Luwin as he turned Tyrion on to his back to help remove his tunic Jaime looked he gasped in shock,

Tyrion's back was covered in thick scars from a flogging, Tyrion was once again turned into his back Jaime was shocked, Tyrion had scars almost every where, he had a long thin scar on his right arm from his neck down to his elbow, he had thick scars on his wrists as well as what looked like arrow wounds but what truly caught his attention was not only was his little Brother better toned then him self but he also had a wicked scar on his stomach that looked like it was almost fully healed, though as far as Jaime was concerned his brother had never had any sort wound caused by anyone or anything, yet his body looked like that of a battle hardened veteran of a hundred campaigns not some one who spent hours reading in comfortable chairs out of curiosity Jaime took hold of Tyrion's hands, he looked at the palms he expected them to be smooth but too his shock found them as calloused as his own if not more so.

Eddard sat next to Jon as a fever burned threw him, so far only Jon and the Lord Tyrion had gotten sick, Catelyn had begged Eddard to send Jon away so that his illness not infect her children, she had forbidden her children from visiting Jon, though that had not prevented Bran and Arya from sneaking in to visit.

What had truly shocked Eddard were the scars that covered Jon's body one scar was over his heart, yet Jon had never had any such injury Maester Luwin was unaware of any illness that could cause such things, he heard the door creaked Eddard half turned he smiled as he saw Arya slid into the room "Is he awake?" Asked Arya, Eddard shook his head "Maester Luwin says that he's not getting worse but he's not getting better ether" He said as he looked at Jon as he burned with fever Arya walked over to the side table she picked up a cloth that was in the bowl she squeezed out the water and dabbed Jon's forehead.

"When are you leaving with the King" She asked as she wetted the cloth again and squeezed it out and dabbed Jon's forehead again "In a few days or so" Said Ned Arya frowned.

Eddard looked at his youngest Daughter, he didn't want to leave while Jon was still so sick but what Robert had told he how the Kingdom was a mess, thanks mostly to Roberts lack of attention, Eddard sighed deeply his boyhood friend had changed since they had last meet almost twenty years before, he could still remember seeing his as a younger man tall slender and strong, now he was an over weight drunk, he had all ways been a womaniser but never to what Eddard had been witnessing for the last few days.

Eddard sighed deeply again, he was concerned not just for Jon but also for what Lord Tywin would do with one of his children falling dangerously ill while he was in Winterfell.

Arya dabbed Jon's forehead, off to the side Ghost lay on the floor the Direwolf, once in while the Direwolf would look up before he laid back down.

Outside Winterfell

Tommen ran along side Bran, he was having a great time, the two boys stopped when they heard a strange noise, the two boys followed the sound, after a few minutes they came across a tiny body, Tommen picked it up "Its a kitten" Said the Prince as he petted the tiny animal "Where's it's Mother" Asked Bran as he looked about looking for another cat but seeing none Tommen stroked the kitten his hand brushed the along the kittens side "She might have abandoned him or she may have been killed by a wild animal" He said as he held the now shivering kitten closer "He needs to feed, I don't think he's eaten for awhile" He said Bran nodded and the two boys walk back into Winterfell.

Inside Winterfell

Bran grinned as the cook placed some off cuts into a small wooden bowl the small kitten started eating purring deeply as it had its first good meal in days after the kitten was feed the two boys went to Tommen's sick Uncle.

Tommen stepped into the room, holding the kitten close "Uncle?" He said Jaime looked up, he grinned at him "I thought your Mother forbade you from coming here?" He asked he raised an eyebrow then grinned at his Nephew/Son he then winked at him, Tommen grinned and stepped further in to the room.

"And what do you have there?" He asked, as Tommen walked up to the bed he carefully placed something besides Tyrion's head "I found a kitten, I thought he might keep Uncle Tyrion company until he is better" Said Tommen, Jaime looked at the kitten he blinked a few times "Is it a little young to leave it's Mother?" He asked Tommen nodded "Yes but I think his Mother is ether dead or she's abandoned him, me and Bran found him in the road starving" Said Tommen as he petted the kittens head as the kitten started softly licking Tyrion's now scared forehead, Jaime blinked again as he looked at what Tommen had so casual placed at Tyrion's head it was also a little worrying that Tommen didn't seem to know what a Lion cub looked like.

Jaime shivered, he felt as though some one else was standing in the room, he looked up and looked around the room but saw no one.

R'hllor looked at his Brother and raised an eyebrow, The Stranger continued to watch "He would have had his companion before but Bran was pushed out of the window, but this time he will have his companion" He said, R'hllor looked back at the gathered mortals.

Few hours later Tyrion's fever finally broke, Luwin examined Tyrion satisfied that the little Lord was no longer in any danger, Jaime watched the balding Maester.

"Maester Luwin, are there Lions in the area?" He asked suddenly Luwin blinked a look of surprise "What?" Asked Jaime, Maester Luwin blinked a few times before he spoke "A dead Lioness a rather large one was discovered a week ago, badly wounded, though by the look of the wounds it looked like starving Wildlings tried to eat the poor creature, she had been pregnant during the savage attack, her cubs were dead or what was left of them in a near by cave, why Ser Jaime?" He asked Jaime pointed at his Brother "Our younger Nephew found a survivor" He said Luwin blinked again and looked back at Tyrion he blinked in surprise as he saw what was curled up besides Tyrion's head on a pillow was a Lion cub.

The Lion cub woke and blinked a few times, Jaime noticed that the Lion had big golden eyes, the Lion cub yawned revealing tiny sharp teeth, the Lion stood and stretched, it's tiny retractable claws flicked out and dug into the blankets before the cub started walking across the bed the cub looked at Jaime and Luwin before the cub wandered back over to Tyrion and seemed to study him for a while before he climbed on to this chest, Jaime smirked as the cub began almost massaging Tyrion's chest before the cub started turning around before it curled up took a deep breath and feel to sleep.

The two men looked at each other, in surprise as soft snores started coming from the small Lion cub.

Eddard almost sagged in relief when Jon's fever finale broke, yet Luwin still did not know what the strange illness was that had befallen the two men who were so different yet both in their way were the same, both out casts one because of his supposed birth the other for the way his was born yet neither had any control over how they were born.

It would soon be time to leave, but Eddard didn't want to leave while Jon was still so sick, every day Eddard went to the God's wood every day and preyed to the God's to restore both Jon's and Lord Tyrion's health as soon as possible but also to convince Robert to delay his return.

Eddard blinked he turned and looked around Jon simple room, for the last few days he had felt a presence both here and in the few times he had gone to see if Lord Tyrion had improved at all.

He wondered if it was the old God's, he shook his head before he returned to watching Jon "He will live though he is now different" Said a deep voice Eddard jumped up trying to reach for the blade that he was not carrying and spun around standing there was a tall man were a hooded robe.

The tall man lowered the hood to reveal a dark haired man "Who are you!" Demanded Eddard the tall man smiled at him as he walked over to Jon and looked down at him "I have many names from many lands Eddard Stark of House Stark" He said before he looked back at him and smiled at Eddard as a Father would at a determined child learning how to walk.

Eddard frowned, the man smiled at him "My cousin's have heard you, but have granted me permission to come here" He said Eddard blinked "Your Cousins?" The man nodded "Yes my Cousin's or as you call them the Old God's, your Nephew and Lord Tyrion have a great many things to do and these two have been given a chance to prevent the Great Other from escaping his eternal exile" He said Eddard stared at the man "Have you told him yet" Said another voice Eddard turned standing there was another tall man who wore a red toga and had bright red hair but his accent made him sound like he was from Dorne.

Eddard stared at the strangely dressed men, the robed man looked at the new comer "I have only just began to tell him Brother" Said the robed man sounding almost near suffering for having to deal with a younger sibling not to dissimilar to how Eddard had felt years before with his own younger Brother Benjen.

The second comer looked at Eddard for a moment "I can seen where Jon gets the brooding from, why couldn't Jon have inherited more of his Mother Lyanna she was an adventuress, if she had lived the world would have been so different if not more interesting" He sighed deeply.

Eddard opened his mouth when the robed man shook his head "We know the truth Eddard Stark, Jon is not your illegitimate son he's your Sister Lyanna's child and he is not illegitimate ether he is as Targaryen as you are a Stark, though it is understandable why you would conceal the truth, Robert Baratheon would kill him just for being Rhaegar Targaryen's son and the unintentional cause of Lyanna's death" Said the robed man.

The robed man looked back at Jon "He will wake soon, as will Lord Tyrion listen to what they have to say Lord Eddard both men have witnessed the end of the world they have seen more then any soul should see" He sighed deeply he looked back at Eddard.

"Who are you?" Asked Eddard looking at the robed man the man looked at him "As I said earlier Eddard Stark I have many names in many lands but in Westeros I am called The Stranger, and this annoying irritant is my Brother he is know in Essos as The Lord of Light or as R'hllor by his followers" He said Eddard looked at the men.

Eddard did the only thing he could think of, he knelt before the two divine beings "Forgive me My Lords, ask what you will of me" He said his head bowed "Stand Eddard Stark we know that you follow our Cousin's though powerful they do not have the power to travel the lower world's" Said The Stranger.

Eddard stood "Robert intends to leave soon, I can not convince him to remain" Said Eddard, The Stranger and R'hllor looked at each other and grinned "Oh don't worry our Sister is convincing Robert to remain a little longer and she can be very convincing" Chuckled The Stranger.

"Your Sister?" Asked Eddard The Stranger nodded "Yes our Sister, The Mother" The Stranger chuckled "You'll see her at the feast in a few minutes" He said with a smile on his face.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, the door then opened to reveal Jory Cassel "My Lord the evening meal is ready" He said Eddard nodded he looked about the room quickly but found save for Jon there was no one else there "My Lord?" Asked Jory, Eddard shook his head "Nothing just thought of something then forgot what I was thinking" He sighed "Is the King there yet?" He asked as the two men left the room Jory frowned in distaste "Yes My Lord" He said Eddard raised an eyebrow "He is in the company of a woman" He said.

The great hall of Winterfell

Eddard moved about the hall talking to a few of his Bannermen, Eddard looked at Robert on his lap sat a quite attractive woman who seemed to hold Roberts attention better then any other woman had been able to do for over twenty years, he caught the woman's eyes and he felt it the woman whom Robert was fondling was one of the Seven, the Goddess known as The Mother, Eddard gave her a slight bow of his head which she returned before she kissed Robert deeply.

Eddard had to chuckle if Robert ever knew he'd had The Mother his ego would swell impossibly but then if the woman whom was on his lap was The Maiden then Robert would be even worse.

After all how many men could brag about bedding a Goddess.

Eddard looked over to the high table there sat Catelyn besides her sat the Queen who looked with disgust as Robert continued to fondle and kiss the woman on his lap.

Eddard noticed that The King-slayer was not present, he walked over to Ser Rodrik Cassel "Where is Ser Jaime?" He asked Ser Rodrik looked briefly at the King with a look of disgust, as the Woman who had captured the King's sole attention stood, taking his hand and gave him a smile that held much promise and tugged him to stand and led him out of the Hall.

"Ser Jaime decided to take his meal in his Brothers room, Maester Luwin believes that he will make soon" He said Eddard nodded.

Eddard continued to make his way threw the hall, all the time a smile tugged at his lips at the idea of his best friend and King was currently bedding a Goddess.

Realm of the Gods.

The Mother returned a little while later, The Maiden was off to the side sulking, The Mother smiled at her Sister and put an arm around her "Peace Sister, I promise the next time a mortal needs to be convinced by his loins then you can do the convincing" She said as she gave her a hug.

"I assume you were able to convince Robert to remain for a little while longer?" Asked The Father, The Mother nodded and sat next to her Sister "Yes I convinced him to remain, I have to admit I've had better" She said The Smith chuckled "Yes a certain Dwarf that you've both had" He chuckled, the two Goddess looked at their hammer wielding Brother before they answered "Yes!" They both said with fond smiles on their faces "I do hope Tyrion enjoyed that Name-day" Sighed The Maiden.

"When is it Tyrion's Name-day?" Asked The Mother a grin on her face The Father rolled his eyes "You've both all ways had strange tastes in mortal men" He said as he shook his head.

"Is it time to send the third soul?" Asked the Crone as she walked up to her Sisters and sat besides them The Stranger nodded and opened his hand to reveal a soul "I almost envy her" Said the Maiden, The Mother squeezed her hand "Oh Sister mortals deserve mortals to share their brief lives with, it is unfair for them to bind their Souls to ours, we don't change, where as they grow and change with each rebirth" She said softly The Maiden nodded "I know but I will envy her nights to come, Tyrion is highly skilled for a mortal" She said with a laugh.

The Warrior could only shake his head "Mortal or Goddess, women are unfathomable" He said The Mother chuckled as she looked at her Brother "Oh come Brother I know you've been with more then a few mortals, I've seen you watch Loras Tyrell on more then one occasion" She said with a raised eyebrow.

The Warrior, the harden veteran blushed, he spluttered after a few moments he folded his muscled arms, turned around and sulked, The Mother, The Maiden and The Crone all laughed.

The Father shook his head as R'hllor joined in the laughter, The Father sighed and looked over to the Stranger who was just shaking his head at the actions of his siblings.

"Lets get on with it Brother" He said he glanced back at his siblings as they continued to tease The Warrior for his interest in Loras Tyrell.

The Stranger nodded, a smirk tugged at his mouth as he heard The Warrior threaten both R'hllor and The Smith.

The two God's walked over to the observation table, The Father waved his hand over the table the surface shimmered and the image changed to reveal a lush land.

The two God's watched as they saw a young attractive woman walk along a well maintained garden path around her several woman around the same age as her.

"That her?" Asked The Father, The Stranger nodded he brought the glowing orb up to his mouth and gave the soul it's instructions, he then lowered his hand and let the orb slide into the table.

Both God's watched as the orb slide effortlessly into the young woman for a few moments there were two women standing there before they blurred into one.

They watched as the young woman suddenly started being sick into a well manicured rose bush.

The Reach, High Garden

The last thing Margaery Tyrell remembered clearly was blinding bright green fire and seeing the High Sparrow being consumed by Wildfire, then nothing but peace, calm and a feeling a safety, she heard a deep, powerful but caring voice telling her that she was needed in the North to help two other souls save the world from destruction.

In a brief moment Margaery saw what the world was going to be come if nothing changed.

Margaery felt her stomach lurch she bent over a bush and emptied her stomach into it.

After a few moments she was helped to her rooms.

Margaery lay in her bed, suddenly all her dreams of becoming Queen seemed like childish dreams not unlike the sort of dreams that Sansa had once thought real life was like.

Margaery sighed deeply, some how she knew that her soul mate was up North, she also knew that her soul mate was Tyrion Lannister.

She had told Sansa that Lord Tyrion was a handsome man even more so then when he had the scar, Margaery remembered how Sansa had been almost disgusted at the idea of marrying Tyrion as well as sharing his bed, she remembered that Sansa seemed to compare Lord Tyrion and Loras.

In truth there was no real comparison between the two men, Lord Tyrion though was a Dwarf was a smart man and in his way liked simple things, a good book, a good wine or even the company of good friends even if they were considered the scum of the Realms, where as Loras was a some what of a vain man though not cruel or anything he preferred going to tourney's and hunting rather then going for a nice evening stroll or simple watching a wondrous sun set or seeing the beauty of nature at work.

Margaery sighed deeply she had to think of a reason to go up North.

Next morning High Garden.

Margaery walked towards where her family was breaking their fast, before she entered the hall she took a moment to observe her family, she smiled as she saw her Brother's unmarred face as well as her Father's joyful rotund face as he chattered to her Mother about some thing, off to the side sat the true ruler of the Reach who was rolling her eyes at her Father's nonsense.

Olenna looked up and smiled at her "Ah Margaery finale some one who I can have an intelligent conversation with" She said Margaery smiled at her Grandmother.

"Are you better my dear?" Asked Olenna as Margaery sat down and helped her self to some toast, Margaery nodded "Yes Grandmother I am much better, I must have eaten something that disagreed with me, I felt much better after I had emptied my stomach" She said as she spread a little butter on her toast.

For a moment she ate her toast she still had to think of a reason to go up North, then suddenly her Grandmother brought up the perfect excuse "Now Mace what are we going to do with these prisoners, some have been in those dungeons for close to a month" She said Margaery remembered the conversation though she had not really paid attention the last time.

"Prisoners?" Asked Margaery as she finished her toast.

Olenna nodded "Yes we have over thirty prisoners in our dungeons most are thieves, a few are rapiers" She said Mace opened and closed his mouth his jowls wobbled with each movement.

"Castrate the rapiers and take the right hand of the thieves" Said Loras nodding to him self.

Margaery took a breath before spoke "I was thinking the other day that I would like to see the Wall just once, we have near full dungeons why don't we give them the choice The Wall or they loose their man hoods or their hands" She said as she sipped her wine.

Olenna looked at her for awhile "Send them to the Wall?" She said looking thoughtful "I do believe the King is up North, this could be a good opportunity for the Reach to re-enter the Realms" Said Margaery as she took another dip of her wine.

Olenna seemed to give it some thought, Loras looked at Margaery "Why would you want to see the Wall?" He asked Margaery looked at her Brother and smiled at him "It is one of the Wonders of the world I would like to see the biggest thing ever built by man, I have always wished to see it and try and imagine men building it, I've read that Giants helped build it, I also wish to see beyond the Wall and see the Land of all ways Winter, the sight must be beautiful at ether sun set or sun rise" She said Loras snorted "I thought you stopped read those silly stories years ago Margaery, the Land of all Winter is just Snow and Ice and freezing cold air" He said Margaery smiled at her Brother though she couldn't of course tell him what lay behold the Wall for surly he would think her delirious with a fever.

Loras shook his head "But there's no society up North, their only a step above those Wildlings that live beyond the Wall" He said Margaery grinned at her Brother and shook her head "The blood of the first men flow threw their veins, life up North is hard so what we call society would be useless up there" Said Margaery as she sipped her wine.

Loras blinked a few times before he stated at her "Your serious you want to go up North?" Asked Loras, Margaery nodded "Yes I do" She answered "But...but we were going to go to Kings-Landing" Said Loras a completely confused look on his handsome face.

Margaery sighed knowing why Loras wished to go to Kings-Landing Lord Renly was there, it made Margaery wondered who had push her marriage to Renly, her Father or her Brother.

"You can go to Kings-Landing Loras, I'm sure Garlan could escort me and I'm sure Willas would love to visit Winterfell's famous library and I'm sure Father could spare enough guards to help escort the recruits to the Wall" She paused for a moment before she continued "We can take a ship from Oldtown and sail to the harbour near Deepwood Motte once we have disembarked, the recruits can then be sailed to the Shadow Tower" She said Loras blinked a few times.

Olenna nodded in approval "We can also send them some supplies, cloth, furs, wines, wheat, flour maybe some meats and a little steel" Said the matriarch she waved to one of her scribes, who followed her around Margaery all ways found them to be amusing, men who's fingers were always stained with ink "My Lady" Said one of Olenna's favourites scribes "Send messages to the granaries, meat stores, vineyards, weavers, tanner's and the blacksmiths and to send what they have that can be spared or have excess of" She said the scribe quickly jotted down the message he showed it to her for her approval she read it and gave a nod and then waved him off the scribe bowed and scurried off to write several letters.

"Though we will need another reason instead of just dropping off a load of prisoners at the Wall, no doubt that great lummox Robert Baratheon will see this generous act as a threat or something" She said Mace looked at his Mother "What reason should be given then" He asked Olenna thought for a moment before Margaery spoke up "A betrothal?" She said Olenna's head shot up "A betrothal? Between whom?" She asked Margaery shrugged "Between my self and Lord Tywin's heir" She said Olenna stared at her, her Father blinked a confused looked on his round face "But Ser Jaime is of the King's guard he can not inherit" Said Mace.

Olenna blinked a few times "Oh do shut up you oaf, the Old Lion has two son's Ser Jaime and Lord Tyrion" She said she looked at her Granddaughter, for awhile she looked at her before she spoke "So I take it you don't wish to be Queen then" She said Margaery smiled at her "Of I wish to be Queen, what woman doesn't dream of being Queen but sometimes maybe being the power behind the throne is better after all Lord Tyrion has two Nephews and one will surly be King and Lord Tywin can not live forever, no doubt the next King will appoint Lord Tyrion as Hand and if Robert Baratheon is anything to go by I doubt his sons will rule wisely with out a strong hand on his shoulder" She said.

"And who better to whisper in to the Hands ear then his own wife" Chuckled Olenna, Margaery could almost see the wheels of her Grandmother's mind moving as new plans forward in her ever moving mind.

Olenna nodded she chuckled "And it will piss off Robert Baratheon no end if there is a union between House Tyrell and House Lannister, I take it you don't mind that Lord Tyrion is a Dwarf?" She said Margaery smiled lovingly at her Grandmother "A short husband is better then the sort of Husband Robert Baratheon would be, and from what I have heard of Lord Tyrion despite his size he is a very intelligent man, he has his Father's mind but his Mother's compassion" She said Olenna nodded "I'll have a message sent to Lord Tywin, there's no reason for him to reject it, any Grandchild he gets out of this marriage will be among those who may inherit if Willas has no children, it will also allow the Old Lion to have a few claws in the Reach" She said.

Loras blinked looking lost "What! You wish to marry The Imp! Are you mad Margaery!" He gasped his eyes wide.

"Oh do shut up Loras!, you are just upset that Lord Tyrion fleeced Lord Renly at that Tourney a few months ago when Ser Jaime sent you flying off your horse!, you got your revenge during Prince Joffrey's Name-day a few weeks later" Said Olenna she looked at Margaery "Are you sure my girl" She asked Margaery smiled at her Grandmother she reached over and gave her wrinkled hand a squeeze "I've never been surer in my life Grandmother" She said Olenna sighed, smiled and gave a nod "Very well my dear, I'll prepare a letter for you to sign Mace" She said before she stood and left Margaery looked at her Father looked completely lost she smiled at him "All will be well Father I promise" She told him.

Margaery was determined to protect her family from the madness of Cersei, and she knew that changing the out come of the Great War as well as making sure that the War of the Five Kings ether didn't happen or did not go on as long.

Maybe even make sure that Joffrey died prematurely, Tommen would be a much better King though of course the young boy would need a firm hand to guide him threw the earlier years of his reign and for now Lord Tywin would be the best one to do that, a close second might be Stannis but if given a choice who she would have guiding a King she would choice Tywin.

A few weeks later a message returned from Casterly Rock excepting the marriage proposal between Margaery and Tyrion though it did say that Lord Tyrion had become ill while at Winterfell but had since recovered.

Margaery stood on the deck of the ship a smile on her lips, there was much to do and Margaery couldn't wait though she did wonder if Lord Tyrion was a skilled as the rumours had stated he was she had to admit if only to herself she wish she had a little fun with Lord Tyrion but she had been so caught up with the whole idea of being The Queen she simple saw Lord Tyrion as someone who could not help her to the throne, she had felt terrible when Tyrion had been put on trial for her Grandmother's crime and Olenna had merely shrugged it off as unfortunate that Lord Tyrion would be executed but in the long run it didn't matter as long as Margaery became the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Margaery had felt even worse when the woman whom Tyrion seemed to have loved betrayed him, it was then she saw the Lannister temper come out of the little Lord as he finally broke and told the whole court just what he thought of them, he looked at her when he said that he had not killed Joffrey but the look he gave his own Sister stating that he wished he had told Margaery he was completely serious.

But it was the look he gave his Father that truly showed Margaery that Tyrion was a true Lannister, when he refused to simply take the blame for Joffrey's murder and had demanded a trial by combat as was his right.

She sighed, a smile tugged at her lips as the ship pulled out of Oldtown they would be arriving in Deepwood Motte in two weeks a few days later they would arrive at Winterfell, she couldn't wait.

First chapter done.

Not sure how long this will go on, there will sex between Margaery and Tyrion and maybe a lot of it, Tyrion wakes up from his coma to find a Great lion keeping him company and finale hears about his sudden betrothal to Margaery Tyrell.

How or when shall Joffrey die?, shall Eddard learn the truth about Cersei and Jaime? Not sure when the next update shall be soon hopefully.

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