Pride and suspicion had made for an unfortunate mix concerning Renly’s reaction to all that Margaery had divulged when it came to the Dragon Prince. While she had not expected him to immediately fall in line with all that Aegon had offered--she herself hadn’t willingly fallen perfectly into place either, after all--she had not expected his reaction to have been so volatile...or childish, in some respects. He knew better than anyone what level of dedication she had to her family; the dedication she had to her whole family--especially her two children bearing the name Baratheon. Truly, though the Rose Queen would not say it aloud, she had wondered if her husband even wanted his crown at all--or if he merely felt obligated to keep it if only to show the realm that it suited him. And perhaps not the realm at all, but Stannis. The arrival of the Golden Company in the Westerlands could not go unnoticed, and Margaery had watched from the gardens atop the Rock in the evenings as the smoke from camp fires billowing up into the sky signaled the sheer numbers that had entered their region. While she did not believe anything militant would occur, she was mindful of her husband and his displeasure with what he had heard. Though she would not go so far as to call herself concerned, Margaery did find herself thinking about how rashness on the part of Renly, Aegon, or both men could lead to the dissolution of tentative peace. It was not an outcome she favored. The Rose Queen kept herself shut inside what had been Casterly Rock for as long as she was able, and attempted to occupy her mind with other things--with Cassana, with Myrcella, with the needs of the people--but she continuously came back to the battalion at her doorstep and the dragon who led them. She was sickeningly curious--curious to know what he had thought of the information he had last given her, curious to know what his next plans of action were, curious to know who if any of the great houses had come to his cause...and curious to see if he was as enticing as he was when she’d last left him. Ultimately, her curiosities--and need to prevent Renly from bringing about the ruination of what might potentially be their futures--had brought her down from the Rock, and with a small party in tow she rode out. A brief note preceded her arrival, a simple swirling hand that stated: It would be rude to not greet my guest.
