thornedmargaery:
It was a warm day at the Rock, warm enough that one could very well be convinced that they were in the Reach. Margaery had taken advantage of the day, and had spent the sunny afternoon lounging in the gardens with her daughter and a retinue of ladies. Cassana was old enough to sit up on her own, and so the Rose Queen sat in the grass alongside her child, and plucked flowers from the nearby shrubbery before depositing them in front of Cassana to play with as she liked. With a contented sigh, Margaery laid back to lounge in the grass–very much like a cat basking in the sun–and closed her eyes a moment. That moment was short-lived, however, as she heard approaching footsteps.
It wasn’t often that Auster found himself in the Rock but he could barely pass up such chances. The sea was finally calm enough to dock and the weather seemed better than most days. Auster did not expect to see the queen of roses alone with her child and so out in the open. He plucked one flower and passed it to the little princess. “Apologies but the ones on the far side are much prettier but I doubt she could walk to such edges.”