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             with the treacherous sounds eluding from outside of her tent, margaery tyrell could have sworn that a battle had broken out. horses whinnying  ;  the sounds of their hooves pummeling against the ground below them was almost terrifying. sirens and horns were sounded, the dire shouts of men booming throughout the campsite, the sheer panic that levitated within the air and spilled in through the private drapes of her own pavilion. quickly finding the fabrics to cloak herself, margaery wrapped a dress around her waist and allowed freshly dropped curls to pirouette over her spine  –––  making her way out of the tent as her elbow was immediately grasped by a knight wearing her rose emblem. as he dragged her along, fear turning his tone into a trembling quiver, margaery fought for an answer as to what was going on. demands left her lips, commanding that as wife to the king, she needed to know. and that was when she heard the dreaded words. the king was dead. 

freeing herself from his grasp, stumbling through the campsite with one motive within her mind. there was one thing that the young rose of highgarden knew within that moment and that was, that she needed to find robb. staggering across horses charging through the camp grounds as baratheon men fled from the scene, margaery collided with numerous people  –––  collecting scrapes, bruises and bumps along her way until she found her body clashing against one that felt familiar to her. alarm attacked at her nervous system, waist contorting until she found herself within his arms amongst the mayhem, fingertips clutching desperately onto his chain mail. thin brows knitted themselves together, anguish crashing upon her features as she looked at him with a desperation, hues quickly torn away to whatever direction the painful grunt of a soldier had come from.  “robb, i ... i don’t understand.”  ocean pools that were stirring a storm looked down toward the armour he was wearing, a realisation dawning upon her that he was leaving. fingers tightened, the imprints of metal indenting within her fingers as she lightly shook her head, the men around frantically fleeing, paying no mind to the two stood in the midst of the wreckage.  “they ... they said that renly was dead.” 

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                       there was something about being here by his side, consuming wine and sharing stories about what fortune ( or lack of ) their lives had brought them that caused a smile to bloom across undeserving petals. family –– it was a huge part of both their lives and why they carried the level of honour that they did. robb went to war in a bid to take revenge for his father  ;   to bring the lannister family to justice and more importantly, the save his sisters. margaery on the other hand, had only ever gone forward with this betrayal because of everything that her grandmother taught her as she was a young girl growing up. it felt as though she had almost been raised to become the queen of the seven kingdoms, when the time was right. it was what the lady olenna had instilled upon her from an early age –– teaching her how to be a lady and more so, teaching her how to be loved. 

azures twinkled at his comment directed towards her, where he joked about wise wives and husbands taking counsel from the men that they were married to and all she could do was nod forward in a gesture as though to praise him for his quick wit. that was one thing that the young rose had noticed within him almost immediately. she had always thought that northern men were supposed to be miserable ; their personalities stolen away from the cold weather that they lived in, though perhaps the stormlands were doing the king in the north some good. lips found themselves contorting around the silver of her goblet … vermillion liquid trailing down her throat like a controlled arrow after being fired by an archer, yet margaery tyrell refused to be hit by cupid. she could feel herself growing mesmerised by those tully blues he possessed and that was enough for her. love was not something she needed  ;   not when she was already sworn to renly. his wife by law. 

“i had never met my grandfather either, if it is any consolation. look at us. two beings, controlled by the politics of the rest of the world –– without a damned chance at living the lives we would like to lead. one day, you shall return home. the war will be over, you will have won and you will be reunited with your family. renly will be sat upon his rightful throne, the lannister family out of power and his delirious brother set aside.” as her words left her lips, the goblet which was carefully confined between her fingertips lifted into the air, almost as a toast to the both of them and bringing their families together. they may not have been bound by blood but it was as though margaery had suggested earlier on … whilst ned stark had pledged his belief to stannis, it was still the baratheon family that he had sworn himself too. olenna was not one to push aside her granddaughters’ political thoughts and if she saw the opportunity to gain another ally, then she would push for it. bringing renly baratheon together with the tyrell family and now the stark family, would be a wise choice that would only strengthen them against the lannister’s. whilst her father held a grudge against dorne, if they were able to allege with the martell family too –– the lannister family would be eradicated within moments of a siege. 

and in that moment, margaery had sworn herself to helping robb stark –– for benefiting his cause only strengthened hers.

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                    seven hells, how she could stare into those tully hues for the rest of her life. when this war was over, if margaery was not happy in the capital then perhaps, she would ask her grandmother to reconsider. she was already married to renly baratheon but he had only agreed to a lady like margaery because of the gold that resided in highgarden. that was the truth behind it … gold won wars. together, with robb stark and his army, they would travel to kings landing and save his sisters. they would take renly’s throne and they would give robb the justice that he desired. but soon enough, they would have to part ways. at his confession that there had not been many women, margaery honestly felt as though she could smile. there was something about his admittance that almost made her feel special, like she was one of a kind and then she was brought to reality that it still did not make him hers. that smile soon slipped from her features, eyes trailing down to the floor as her fingers still clutched onto his palms –– bringing his hand upward and tucking it under her chin so that she could nestle into his hand. 

“i would do anything for my brothers, as i know you would for your sisters. that is what makes you honourable, robb stark. and it is exactly why i have found myself loving a man that i cannot have. if this will not be forever, then let me just enjoy it now.” craning her neck ever so slightly and pressing a light kiss to his thumb, margaery allowed her sullen blues to find his as she lightly shook her head. “i don’t think i’ll find happiness in my marriage. perhaps, every now and then when i find you on my mind but that is about it. why is this life unfair? why must the gods put you in front of me, when i am wed to another?” pulling away now, leaving his hand empty, she picked up the goblet that was almost empty and sauntered over to the table in a desperate attempt to find the jug of wine that they had both been drinking. with one swift movement, she allowed the crimson to flow into the gold of her cup and pressed it to her lips –– allowing the liquid to dance over her tongue and find its way down her windpipe, giving herself another dose of dutch courage. “do you believe that our fates were set to cross one anothers?”