The Girl of The Gardens
Robb Stark & Margaery Tyrell â AU
Robb Stark didnt quite like Kings Landing, in fact, he hated it. Every single person in the city seemed to be scamming against his back, it has more snakes than Dorne itself. But no more lions. It made him feel pride that he was standing there because the North, the Riverlands and Highgarden marched to the capital and defeated the Lannisters. They rescued his sister from that bastard Joffrey and he got revenge for his father and brother.
Robb was now the King of the Seven Kingdoms and although it would not bring his father back, it did show what means âthe north remembersâ and brought Sansa back to their motherâs arms. It brought light to Catelynâs face and he could feel that soon enough Arya would be back too. He was sure that it all wouldnât happen so fast if he hadnt the power of Highgarden supporting him. Â
Robb remembered the night when Sir Loras Tyrell came to him with a letter from his grandmother. The Knight of the Flowers said that although his father would want his daughter as a queen, Lady Olenna, the true Warden of the South, wanted Lady Maragaery safe and it implied not being married to Joffrey. The following morning, Lady Olenna was in his tent to a private conference.Â
âLady Olenna Tyrell, it is a pleasure to meet youâ, Robb said.
âYou might regret these words soonâ she said with a bit of a smile, ânow, may we skip the small talk and go straight to the point?â
âAbsolutely. I imagine you are here to establish the terms of our alliance.â
âAnd I imagene you think I want more then just defeat the Lannisters for Margaeryâs sake.â
No small talks, indeed. She was right, Robb heard of the intense desire of the Tyrells to make their little rose a queen and if she was not to be Joffreyâs, they naturally would want her as Robbâs queen, once they would help him to sit at the Iron Throne.
âYes, I do. I might be wrong, but I believe you want to make Lady Margaery my queenâ.
âYouâre right. I do want to make my granddaughter a queen, it is a suitable position for her, youâd agree with me if you saw herâ she stoped and raised her eyebrows suggestively. âShe makes me so proud, such a beautiful and smart girl, doesnât seem like she has an oaf as a fatherâ Â Robb could swear he saw a glimpse of a smile âI want her to be happy and safe. Beeing queen could provide that, but Iâm sure she would be miserable with that horrendous boy as a husband and would not be safe at all.â
There was a pause, Robb did not say a thing and neither did Olenna. Loras was by her side and he broke the silence. Â
âHere are the terms of our alliance, Robb Stark: you donât need to take Margaery as your queen, but you do need to defeat the Lannisters and take the Iron Throne. The South does not want that cruel bastard as our king.â
âYou, of all people, should understand our urgency in rescuing Margaery since your sister is in danger between the lions as wellâ Olenna looked into his eyes and nothing more needed to be said.
It was simple like that. Lady Olenna told Robb that she had eyes on Kings Landing and he was not surprise when these eyes came to be Lord Varys and Little Finger, but what he did not expected was Lord Tyrion Lannister, the imp, between them. That surprise was reduced to nothing when Robb found out that his sweet, pretty and shy Jeyne had betrayed him, scamming with Tywin Lannister to get to her family a better status. He felt no rage or fury, his heart broke and he was full of regret instead . He could had sentenced her to death but his lack of love did not imply lack of compation. He send her to exile.
âThereâs nothing to be said. Now, leave.â
âPlease, listen to me!â She tried to approach and hold his hand and seeing the coldness in his eyes, she only said âI think you are an honorable man, my dear. Iâm sorry for what I was doing to you, but I only did that for my family, everything I do is for my family. You are in war for your familyâ.
âIâm in war for the north and I was going to be your familyâ Robb saw tears in her chestnut eyes and with a deep and frighten voice, he said âleave and do never dare to come back!â
And that was the last time he saw Jeyne Westerling.
After taking Kings Landing and rescuing Sansa, Robb sent Joffrey, Cersei and the Kingslayer to the dugeons of Casterly Rock where theyâd wait for the final decision of the Lord of Casterly Rock, Tyrion Lanister. He would stil have to chose his hand, though. Catelyn and Robb were discussing names and he suggested Smalljon, which made Catelyn laught. They both came to the conclusion that Sir Willas Tyrell would be a good choice, Robb met him when they marched to Kings Landing and even being unable to fight because of his⊠condition, he helped a lot with strategies. Robb complemented Willas on his smartness and as he smiled he said his sister was a bit smarter.Â
It reminded Robb that he hasnât met Lady Margaery since he came to the capital. Dacey and Smalljon had already met her and his mother and Sansa spend all the afternoons in her company. Sansa said Lady Margaery is always in the gardens, Robb recalled. Sansa also said he would recognize her because, besides beeing pretty, Margaery always was surrounded by a lot of girls, her hair perfectly fashioned in a fancy southern way and her dresses are âa piece of heavenâ.
âWell, a little walk in the gardens wonât hurt me, I need some fresh air.â
If he were honest with himself, he was going to the gardens because of the curiosity in meeting Margaery Tyrell whereas everyone talked so highly of her. The most beautiful girl of Westeros, smart, sweet and gentle, people said. She might be pretty, but Robb doubted she was âthe mostâ. He was preparing to get disappointed since he got high expectations towards her when a soft giggle caught his attention.Â
It was a girl with golden brown hair with a braid who went down her bare back. The dress was a simple blue one and very revealing, it fit well her slender yet shapely body. Oh Gods, and what a body... The girl looked to the both sides, like she was searching someone, and continued to walk. She hadnât seen him. She sat on the grass and lean back, facing the sun. Robb only wished he knew how to paint because that was a sight to be hold. Her white and somehow tanned skin glowing in the light, some strands of her golden hair falling in her heart-shaped face, a soft smile on those red lips, her perfect small nose and delicate chin, a necklace with a rose hanging from her neck that seemed to point to her breastsâŠÂ
Robb gasped and the girl looked to his direction, widening those blue doe eyes of her. She got up and Robb breathed deep before approaching her.
âGood afternoon, your grace.âÂ
By the Gods, even her voice is heavenly.
She gave a deep courtesy, looking him through her lashes and Robb forgot how to speake or even breath.
âGood afternoon, my ladyâ he said after a few seconds, his voice lower than the usual. âPlease, raise. Forgive me if I had disturbed you⊠I donât believe we have met before.â
âOh, you did not disturbe me at all, your graceâ she smile ever so sweet. âNo, we did not, at least you have not met meâ.
âAnd what is your name, my lady?â
She opened her small and full lips to answer but the sound of a voice and steps made she sigh.
âYour majesty, I beg your pardon, but now I have to goâ she started walking. âIt was a pleasure to meet you, your grace.â
Before she could disappear from his sight, Robb said loud enought for her to listen âWill you be at the feast tonight?âÂ
"Perhapsâ she said with a cheeky smile.
Robb laught, what a ladyâŠÂ
He went his way back to the castle, he had not met the famous Lady Margaery, but he knew for sure that she was not the most beautiful girl of Westeros for this title belongs to the unknown girl of the gardens.
âYour Grace, excuse me!â
Lady Leonette, Garlanâs wife, stopped him.
âYes, my lady, is there anything I can help you with?â
âYour majesty, have you seen lady Margaery? Iâm looking for her a while now, its time for her sewing lectures.â
âI donât believe I have, in fact, I donât know how lady Margaery is.â
âMy lady is wearing a blue dress and has her hair fashioned in a braid todayâ.
Robbâs eyes widened with recognition. So he had met Lady MargaeryâŠ
âIâm sorry, Lady Leonette, but I havenât had the pleasure of her companyâ.Â
âOh⊠thank you anyway, your graceâ.
And then Lady Leonette was gone.
Robb smiled with the thought of Lady Margaery and remebered when just a few minutes ago he truly believed she was not so beautiful as people said.
âIf my misjudgments could kill me Iâd be dead now.â
Robb went to his chambers to prepare for the feast with his mind set on the girl of the gardens.
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