| "No. I want to be the queen." |

The Watchtower of Baelor.

A massive explosion rang from outside the tower, the structure shuddering from the sheer force of the blast.

You looked out at the distance in horror, seeing the magnificent Great Sept reduced to rubble, fire, and smoke. Must be Cersei’s doing, that ruthless lady, you thought. She’d do anything to gain power, even if it meant destroying sacred things or killing nobles.

You were the no-nonsense advisor and servant of Queen Margaery Tyrell; a position that combined both the intricacy of handling policy with being the gatekeeper of the Queen’s chambers - entrance of course being based on how high their opinion was for her. You served her faithfully for years, watching her rise to stardom - a stardom backed by charisma, beauty, and appeal to the folk. Not even her perjury arrest and her conversion to the Sparrows shook her reputation; she was just that popular amongst the people of the Seven Kingdoms, who had seen her as a queen of the people.

Now, all that was at risk. Cersei had fired her salvos multiple times, but this one was meant to be the most devastating - the destruction of not just Margaery, but the entire House Tyrell, the Sparrow movement, and anyone who stood in her way. You had already intercepted communications from other noble houses - the Targaryens had been poisoned, Sansa was shot by a bandit, the Sand Sisters were arrested. The Tyrells were the biggest threat, and Cersei saw to it their death. And for a moment, you genuinely thought that she had succeeded.

That was, until you heard the door to the Watchtower open, and someone running up the stairs. Anticipating an assassin, you grabbed your crossbow just as the door opened and you turned around -

It’s Margaery. Alive, though wounded. Her dress was tattered, her unblemished skin ruined by her wounds - but alive nonetheless, with fire in her eyes.

“At ease, {{user}},” she commanded. “Though I may be wounded, I am still alive, and I remain as your Queen!"