the little rose;

beautiful and gentle; with all the world's graces at her command.part of kingdomofseven

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dutifulwolf:

            Whenever she thought like that about her own child or heard of how other mothers shared the same thoughts, she would wonder if her own mother thought the same about her and her other siblings. “Even if it does go fast, I will still enjoy it. It is my hope that I have lots of children to watch grow. Perhaps that way it will not feel so quick when they grow.” She took the baby and held her in her own arms, marvelling at how much of a little beauty she was. “Oh Margaery, she is perfection.”

“Of course you will. And you deserve to. It’s one of the most wonderful things in the world--to be a mother. To have the opportunity to teach your child.” She smiled at the compliment Sansa paid, her grin bright and sweet. “She is, isn’t she? She is so very good...she’s taken to you, I think. Smart little thing she is.”

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kingofthefury:

“I do not believe in him one bit. To be completely honest with you, the only thing he has working for him is the dragons and his marriage. Both of them are powerful. I believe in his charm but as a king…not one bit. I think that he has the dragons still because he has no reason to make their deaths a secret when it is what the entirety of the council wants and his people. Daenerys has not returned because she does not have the power to. Over Fifteen years ago, she had her dragons. She does not have that now. People do not believe in the silver-haired queen anymore. That is a good thing.” Renly gave a small smile when Margaery picked up Cassana, the two of them were a remarkable picture together. “It has not changed. I am just thinking there are other factors involved.”

Renly sighed. He was once so charming with words and could get by just on that. He was older now and his charm had faded with age. “They should but they do not. I will never have a bastard. Not just because of my own preferences, I would not do that to you.” It would be utterly disrespectful and Renly would not be anything like Robert and he would not make Margaery into Cersei through disrespect that Robert had done to her. “If Harrold suddenly grew a conscience and decided to care for his bastards and took them in. How would that make your friend feel? If he started to treat them as his heirs as they are his oldest children? It would not do well.”

“And yet, you would bind us to him...with our child as the adhesive. Sansa may be a Stark, but her boy is a Hardyng. We’re no closer to the Starks through such an arrangement than we already are.” Margaery looked up at Renly, her brows knit together as he spoke. “He has every reason to lie,” she replied. “Everyone wants the dragons dead but him. They are his ultimate threat. They are what keep the crown on his head. Don’t be foolish.”

“Of course it would be terribly unfair to Sansa,” she replied with a small huff, “but even so, the children aren’t to be faulted. Caring for them would not constitute placing them above his true-born children--look to Jon Snow. Or even to Edric Storm...but even so, Sansa simply should have listened to me in the first place, and not married the great fool.” 

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clawedlady:

       "It may be a bit adventurous but I do beg that you just hear this idea.” Myrcella was nervous. She had no reason to be as Margaery was clearly an understanding woman but it was a rather grand idea for someone of Myrcella’s parentage but perhaps not her station.       “What if I was to marry your brother?” Myrcella asked, sheepishly.        “It would unite any remaining Lannister and their supporters to your cause.”

“How could I refuse such a request? Please, speak freely.” Margaery listened as Myrcella spoke, and quirked a brow as she suggested her own brother as her suitor. “Willas?” Margaery repeated, her brows slightly arched. “He is a great deal older than you, Myrcella. Does it not bother you?”  It was not the sort of thing that would have bothered Margaery--but she could not be certain of Myrcella’s tastes. The rose queen was reminded of Renly’s words when Margaery had first suggested taking Myrcella as a ward--he’d also thought on marrying the pretty bastard to Willas Tyrell. Truthfully, Margaery could not say she was opposed to the idea...though she’d tested the waters of brokering such an arrangement between her brother and Arianne as well. Without anything certain, however, there was no reason not to entertain it.  “I will tell you this, Myrcella--I am not opposed to it.” Moving a hand over her blonde companion’s hair in a friendly gesture, she offered a warm smile. “It would delight me to have you as a sister. And of course, you speak truthfully concerning those who still hold faith with your family name...” 

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clawedlady:

    “Real flowers, now that is something I’d like to see.”  The fashion of High Garden was always so unique and creative so much so that Myrcella had feared fitting in but a party such as this meant suitors and they may provide a chance for Myrcella and she was not going to let such opportunities pass her by.      “I had an idea for a possible suitor and it may be an adventurous one but before I pursue anything,       I was hoping to get your thoughts.”

“A seamstress from Oldtown designed it. I used to have so many of my dresses made by her--I still would, but it is so impractical, when Oldtown is so far.” Margaery raised her brows at Myrcella’s admittance into having thought of a suitor, and a smirk played quickly on her lips. Margaery intended a marriage for Myrcella that was both advantageous to the girl and to her own family--but if Myrcella could do the work on her own, the rose queen wouldn’t complain. “Oh, please--enlighten me.”

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queenmxker:

someone that understood the recent death of a father was a gift to arianne. she thought that only they knew how she was feeling so she had already felt as if she had connected to margaery in that way. 

               “you are correct. i cannot just grieve him for a year and then             that is it. i need more and i think that he deserves that as well.           you are correct. they have indeed which is also why i do not see         whyi should further and alliance anymore give that there is a child       between that union now. to do that again seems  little frivolous. of course.     i would prefer you call me by my name and not my title.”

arianne listened closely to what margaery was saying. 

              “the vale is a good and strong ally i will give him that but there            isnot  real alliance there. now that sansa has given that king a son         perhapsstannis can make alliance through his grandchild and the new       prince. that is, if he is so desperate to make stronger alliances. ”

Margaery hummed and nodded along, her expression sympathetic. “Who could? The death of a family member ought to be given a little bit more respect, in my opinion...it seems too often there are those that expect the grieving to forget their dead and move on with a moment’s notice.” A smile came across her lips as Arianne agreed with her sentiment. “Trystane has already done the work for you and your family. To do anything more seems superfluous at best.” With Arianne’s consent, Margaery squeezed the other woman’s arm in a friendly gesture. “Oh, wonderful. And please call me Margaery, won’t you?”

“The Vale is strong and the Eyrie is impregnable, that is true...though I do hear rumors concerning our King in the Vale. I do not heed to them, of course--Queen Sansa is my most dearest friend, and she has not breathed any life into the rumors. Nonetheless, words can carry weight in the realm.” 

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serkingslayer:

“I had the best smith make it and paid quite well for it. We both spent months on the design and on the strength of the armour. You might notice how the red catches the light, it is quite unique and I have only ever seen it do that with Joff’s sword.” A minor detail but he felt the need to say it. “It will serve me as well as I serve it, I expect.” He did not trust her smile. Cersei smiled like that sometimes but without the warmth that Margaerys had. “I think that it will be.”

“It’s very beautiful,” Margaery allowed. “I prefer shades of green, as suits my family...but I have found reds warming to me, as of late.” She hummed at his assertion, and shrugged her shoulders. “Men are not quick to relinquish the things they own,” Margaery replied. 

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knottauster:

It wasn’t often that Auster found himself in the Rock but he could barely pass up such chances. The sea was finally calm enough to dock and the weather seemed better than most days. Auster did not expect to see the queen of roses alone with her child and so out in the open. He plucked one flower and passed it to the little princess. “Apologies but the ones on the far side are much prettier but I doubt she could walk to such edges.”

Margaery smiled at the sight of the vaguely familiar man. She recalled him from the docks of Lannisport--so clearly a pirate, and feigning at being a common tradesman. If he would not pose an issue, she would not make it one herself. “No, she cannot walk yet,” the rose queen replied. “A few months more. Thank you.”

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kingofthefury:

“I did not want to alert you when it was just talks and nothing for certain but now that it is, I am alerting you.” He knew very well how Stannis felt about Harrold but Renly did not share in the same thoughts and opinions as Stannis. “I think that he still has the dragons and that they are alive. To have them dead, even under a mummer, would be a fool move on his part. That man is many things but I do not think him a fool. What Willas reads in a book and what actually happens outside the pages could be two different things.”

“I know you adore her and I know that she adores and respects you. They say the boy looks more like her with only his father’s eyes. That should give some hope.” He saw his daughter’s betrothal as a good thing, making sure his families influence spread. “Margaery, if Sansa has no issue with him abandoning his bastards then why do you take such a strong stance on it? It has no influence on our lives or our kingdoms.”

“You believe in him, why? Because it is easier for your purposes to believe in him? Has he shown them to you? Has he shown them to anyone at all since taking them? Perhaps that is why Daenerys has not returned, because she knows they’ve died...” Pausing, Margaery smiled at Cassana as the child started to fidget and squirm where she sat, and gathered her into her arms. “Could be,” she allowed, “but rarely is. My brother’s counsel was once perfectly acceptable to you. Why should that change?”

“Appearance has little to do with it.” After all, Cassana was for all intents and purposes a Baratheon in appearance--she carried their notable traits, though Margaery intended to see her blossom as any other respected Tyrell lady would. “Because I think men should be more careful when they look to their own dynasties,” Margaery stated plainly. “I would have had half a dozen children if I could have, and loved each and every one, and found them all places that would have been strong and respectable. Children are everything. They are not meant to be thrown away.”  

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dutifulwolf:

          Sansa could not take her eyes off the child and Margaery. They looked so perfect and so like each other, it was a beautiful thing to witness. “I hope that my own child does not grow so quickly. When I was pregnant I wanted it to go so fast so I could just meet my child and hold him in my arms. Now I want it to go as slow as possible.” She smiled at the memory. “I think she has your hair but his coloring. I would love to hold her.”

“Oh, we all have that hope,” Margaery replied with a smile. “Sometimes I think Joseph ought to be no more than five, and pulling at my skirts. But he stands taller than me, now. Time escapes from us all.” She would soak up every moment of time with Cassana--teach her everything she knew and then some. “Here,” Margaery offered, gently helping the child into Sansa’s arms.

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kingofthefury:

Renly gave each person that left a little smile, knowing that they did not want to be out of the way of their Queen. They all adored Margaery and he understood why. She was quite fantastic with them as she was with everyone around her. 

“Good news. At least, I believe it is. I have been writing with Sansa’s husband, King Harrold. I know that you are not his biggest fan and neither am I but with his dragons and the Vale Knights, he is not an ally we should pass up on. We have written a few letters to each other and he has agreed to a betrothal between Cassana and Eddard. It not only makes us have an alliance, officially, but it means she will be Queen and we have influence there even when we are gone.”

Margaery was quiet as Renly spoke, her gaze resting on her daughter. When he finished, she was thoughtful a moment, and then spoke: “a few letters...a correspondence which you felt no urge to alert me to, evidently.” It was a new and unpleasant feeling, to have a sudden grasp on the bindings of her marriage--and it made the rose queen agitated. It made her long for Highgarden, and for her grandmother. “Stannis does not even believe that Harrold continues to hold three dragons,” Margaery continued. “And why should he? Willas read so much about them--being trapped, chained and held as they no doubt are, it is what killed them the first time.”  “I adore Sansa,” the Queen stated with a nod, “and with any luck, her boy will be more Stark than Hardyng. But I pity even them, that they are resigned to the Eyrie alongside such a fool. He does not think, he does not plan--he is a knight, one who seems to fail on the front of gallantry if his abandoned children offer any clue, and that is all he ever should have been. I neither covet an alliance, nor desire sending my daughter into his keeping at any point in her life.”   

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clawedlady:

     Dorne had hosted a lot of parties and gatherings during her time there but still, they would never been as grand as anything thrown by House Tyrell. Even Cersei had commented on the lavish parties House Tyrell had thrown in the past.      “Does it have to be themes?” Myrcella asked.  She hadn’t any idea what she wanted for such a party, instead she thought a simple sheath green dress adorned with pearls might just suffice.

“It can be very nearly anything at all,” Margaery replied with a shrug of one shoulder. “When I was a little girl I wore mostly gowns with colors I found pretty, rather than something truly thematic. Though, just the year prior, I wore a beautiful dress crafted with partially real flowers. It was something to behold.” 

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queenmxker:

arianne just made a humming sound glad that the other queen had agreed with her about that. she could get anything to allign if she just had the patience to wait for it but a lot of the time she did not. patience was the gift that her father gave to her.

                “i would hardly call it a proposal given how unromantic it was.              he did as me to marry him and i did try to be polite about it but my            fathers death is still so raw to me and he started saying about how it          was for the benefit of an alliance. how romantic. i did not think they were         civil. my advisors think it is a good idea given stannis’ position and friends.”

“Of course it is,” Margaery responded with a sympathetic expressions. “The deaths of my own father and brother are still so new to me, even with the time that has elapsed. The supposed year of mourning does not heal a wound as deep as the loss of family.” Margaery smiled at Arianne’s paraphrasing of Stannis’ words--it was perfectly unromantic, which suited Stannis. “Have Dorne and the Stormlands not already solidified their alliance through the marriage of your brother and Shireen? It seems extraneous to me, to yet again cement to the same exact relationship.” 

“And to be frank, Your Grace--” Margaery laid a hand upon Arianne’s arm, smiled sweetly, and inquired: “--may I call you Arianne? As I was saying, to be quite frank about the matter, Stannis’ friendships do not take him far. They start and end at the Vale, aside from what relationship he has incurred with Dorne.”

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dutifulwolf:

         If Robb had told anyone, she hoped it was someone that he trusted and that he was not having his strings pulled by so many other people. “Perhaps he has told Bran. Or Jon.” Jon would have more experience with that sort of thing other than Bran but she still hoped he had talked with someone. “He is smart….it is just he is rash. The past has taught us that and I know when a situation is a high pressure he picks the easiest solution to fix things. I hope he has not that this time.”

Seeing the servant, Sansa smiled at her and was excited to see the little baby girl. Looking at the little bundle, it was hard to see which on her parents she favoured. There was already the dark black Baratheon hair but the eyes she thought were Margaery. “She is beautiful. I think that she looks like both her parents. A rare thing for a child. My own son has Harry’s hair but my eyes. You are blessed yet again by a beautiful child, Margaery.”

The servant passed off the child to Margaery, who eagerly took her daughter into her arms. “You forget, you know, how quickly they grow.” Cassana was still just a babe herself, but she grew so much each and every day. The rose queen smiled warmly at the compliment Sansa paid, and smoothed her hand over the child’s dark curls. “She certainly takes after Renly, I think. We shall see what she’s taken from me. Would you like to hold her?”

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lordoakheart:

To think about something other that his own life or the duty of fatherhood was something Dontin had wished for, even if it was a temporary distraction it was something at the very least. “I wouldn’t mind some idle chatter, just to get rid of the silence.” Dontin had always hated the silence. It always seemed to choke him during a darker time but he couldn’t exactly talk to himself now could he?

Margaery coming was a bit of a surprise. Eddara had openly expressed her dislike towards the queen but Dontin had taken full blame for that. How else was a wife supposed to react when she found out her husband had loved another?  Dontin’s hands undone from the folded hands he had used for prayer and turned to the mother. He was silently asking for guidence in raising his children and had sent a request that the north would welcome both himself and his children. “I have yet to bury her. I will do it in the north, she would have liked that or at least I think she would.”

“I could speak for hours about all the frustrations we face,” Margaery replied with a quiet sigh once she’d finished her prayer. “Though I do fear it could only serve to trouble you further.” He did not need to be bothered with issues of the likely impending war. Margaery had expected the battle for so long, and yet the players in it had shifted so drastically.  A small hum reverberated in the queen’s throat as he spoke of the funeral preparations. “I imagine she would like that. To be amongst her family.” And then again, to be so far from her sons--but Margaery supposed that was the delicate nature of the problem, the extreme distance between lands. The Tyrell woman was quiet a moment, and a tentative hand reached out to his arm. “Lesser men than you have made great fathers. Your sons will still thrive.”