“there are many things dead eyes see, grandmother... i am just glad to see you.” margaery picked at the offered cheese, knowing she could do little but taste it. it was nice still, to pretend that she wasn’t a PILE OF ASHES under the sept. “has loras come to see you? i’ve barely seen my dear brother. i suppose he probably went to see if he could find RENLY BARATHEON.” even after death, she was still playing the game of thrones. she couldn’t sit on it, not really, but she could help get the right people to where they needed to be. “you met DAENERYS TARGARYEN, is she the best hope for the seven kingdoms?” margaery liked her, for the simple reason she did not wish to kill thousands just to get the iron throne. she may be the mad kings daughter, but she seemed reasonable. she could have destroyed cersei and kings landing with her dragons already, but she hadn’t. and her grandmother had been her ALLY, her advisor.