Even out of comfort, out of warmth, Margaery still seems to carry such presence with her. Just as eloquent and graceful, with an air Sansa had admired and found herself captured in. But it was more difficult to catch a WOLF than it was a bird. More in her element, not shrinking in awe of Margaery, but watching as an equal , the POWER between the two shifted. “ Margaery,” warmth mirrored, but more genuine than she even realized.
There had been bitterness when the marriage to Willas Tyrell had fallen through, and from the moment she was sent to wed a Lannister instead, the time spent together evaporated, dropped by those she thought she found genuine friendship with. What hurt the most, was Sansa was not as angry as she should’ve been. As if she found herself FORGIVING too easily.
“Your help would be greatly appreciated … with the approach of the long night, we need all hands on deck , ” walking beside the brunette, watching from the corner of her eyes “ what did you have in mind?” Margaery had always been CLEVER, pretty & twice as clever. Perhaps it was time to see more of that cleverness.
the winter was cold and unforgiving, though the same could not be said about the woman beside her. it was pure warmth that radiated from Sansa, and after everything –––– Margaery could not bring herself to apologize for the action of her family. how they had used the little bird as a pawn in the game ( hell, perhaps it was because they had done the same to her ) they had both lost. and the pain of those loses cut deeper than any sword ever could. but Sansa was a wolf now, and the little queen had grown thorns of her own.
but she remained grateful, that despite everything, there was still a light. one that would reign all through the long night so long as she could help it.
❛ I have already sent word to my brother in Highgarden for aid. soldiers and food should arrive soon. I can only pray it will be enough. we will need to keep a careful eye on the rations until then, keep the people busy so that they will not worry. ❜ she pauses, turning to face the lady of Winterfell. and something akin to pride shown on her features. ❛ I have seen the way the people turn to you. you inspire them, make them feel important. that is a rare gift to have when death is knocking on our doors. ❜
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