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It was scarcely the break of dawn when Margaery had arrived at the chambers offered to Sansa with bells on. The Queen had spirited in with her colorful retinue, and with a bright smile and a loud laugh she had awoken the Stark Princess, urging her to dress quickly--promising they would eat in the wheelhouse. The journey to Oldtown was not so long, but Margaery had wanted to spend the day introducing Sansa to the city, rather than traveling. She had ushered her to the wheelhouse before the girl had finished so much as combing out her auburn tresses, and bade her handmaidens Mira and Sera to fuss with the Princess’ hair whilst the horses began to pull the carriage steadily down the roseroad.
All the while, the queen chatted animatedly about her matrilineal roots in Oldtown, and regaled Sansa with stories of the First Kings and their great beautiful stone city. She educated her on her mother’s ancestors in House Hightower, who had a keep taller than even the Wall, and talked at length about the impressive nature of the Citadel and the Starry Sept. Margaery made an admirable effort to not address her brother, for fear of convincing Sansa the outing was a veiled attempt at pushing forth the issue of marriage. Truthfully, the queen had only wanted to show Sansa the Reach--and if she should be taken by the image of one day having dominion over that land as its Lady, so be it. As they reached the city gates, Margaery looked on at Sansa, and with a simper apologized for having such a busy tongue.
“You’ll note the smell is kinder than that of King’s Landing,” Margaery commented with a smirk as the wheelhouse came to a halt. “What would you like to see first? I’ve a mind to show you everything, but now that I’ve given you some idea of what is here...the Citadel, or the Starry Sept? The Hightower? We could go and see the children, too, though I would need to go and prepare gifts and treats to give them first. I dislike seeing them empty-handed.”