#forhighgarden

“ Are you ready, my lady ?”

One of her handmaiden’s asks before sliding into the little rose’s chambers. The little rose,smiles turning to the woman.

“I am always.”

She responds as the woman tightens her dress,and slips on her shoes. Margaery knew the woman was referring to the upcoming wedding, but she wouldn’t speak on anything. Why? These were her future mother-in-law’s servants, and she knew they would report back to her. Joffrey Baratheon was her bethroved. How they met was a blur,which was odd for Marge since she remembers everything. What she does remember is the tales of his tyranny, and cruel nature. He didn’t care who he hurt; brutal.

The woman leaves the room while Margaery walks over to the window,staring forward at the view. Her long golden brown hair styled to perfection, the wind couldn’t possibly make any mistakes today. Sighing heavily, the little rose simple told herself,

“Survive...”

(for @forhighgarden) 

Loras had been looking everywhere for his sister. He'd just finished talking to their elder brother, and he wanted to tell her what he'd said. Eventually, he found her in the gardens, and he flopped down on the grass beside her.