@rcsethcrn liked for a starter (Robb)
Robb had never carried any ill will toward the Tyrells, and yet here they stood as enemies; he had taken King’s Landing--by all means, he’d won the war--but this was not how or who he’d expected to conquer. Joffrey had been killed before he’d arrived, Sansa had fled, and by the time Robb’s armies took the castle, it was a boy king and his rose-wife they were unseating, not Jeffrey.
He didn’t need his mother’s whispers that the Tyrells were an unloyal bunch--they had switched sides so quickly after Renly’s death; but they were also a powerful house, a smart ally. And yet it was the boy king who worried him the most. Joffrey, at least, had been Robb’s own age, and though neither of them should have been crowned king so young, Tommen was a true child. Innocent. Kind. Scared. He reminded Robb of Bran, and seeing him on his throne, a kitten in his lap, had done very little to make him feel better about any of this.
And so he met with the queen. He had imprisoned Cersei and Tywin in the cells beneath the castle, but Tommen he had locked in his bedroom with a guard outside the door, the same to the queen and her family--at least until she was escorted back into the throne room.
“Your Grace,” Robb greeted with a polite nod of his head, and then to the guard who had brought her in, “You may go.”














