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let’s play bed, wed, behead

Pentos was a beautiful city. All the stoires she read and the tales she’d heard never did it justice. It wasn’t as warm as The Reach had been but the flowers there bloomed beautifuly. The coastal air smelled sweet in the spring when the honeysuckle climbed walls and twisted into the gates of the large ornate homes that peppered the hills around the city. 

Despite it’s beauty, Pentos wasn’t home. It wasn’t the rose gardens she grew up in or honey cakes or dancing with her cousins. It was a strange place to her still, even years after her arrival. The horror that had unfolded in Walder Frey’s castle had left the North in tatters. The men that survived scattered, looking either to Stannis or the capital out of fear. It was her grandmother’s insight--or fear for her wellbeing--that had brought the Northern queen back to Highgarden before she could join her husband at the Twins. She was even preparing ride out to meet the king and his lords the day the ravens arrived. Dark wings, dark words.

Her entire world had shattered that day, her heart stopping even as new life grew inside her. By the time her pregnancy became too obvious, Olenna had already hatched a plan to save her granddaughter and unborn child. The realm had mourned the loss of Margaery Stark and her stillborn (a daughter, they had claimed) as a young woman named Alyce Flowers and her bastard son made their way across the Narrow Sea. And it was there they stayed.

It had taken Margaery weeks to get used to her new name, to answer when it was called. There were several occasions she believed she would give herself away. But naught had come of those moments and so she remained to care for her son, a boy with auburn hair and eyes as blue as the summer sky. She loved to watch him play, listen to him as he read from his books and retold the stories the maids would whisper to him in secret. Sweet and gentle and trusting. Just like his father was once. But it was those very traits that left the boy fatherless, something she tried very hard not to think about.

Discovery was a constant threat, an axe hanging lower and lower over her head with each breath. She thought of it often, ran through scenario after scenario in her head, looking for a way out. It was little wonder she was on edge when she heard a commotion out in the garden. Have they found us, she wondered. Is this the day I lose my son? Determined not to show fear, she allowed one of the guards to take her to the intruder, to decide what should be done with him. Whatever she had planned to say or do fell to pieces the moment she laid eyes on the man.

His clothes were dirty, tattered in some places, his reddish-brown beard unruly. There were scrapes covering what could be seen of his skin, no doubt from climbing over the garden’s high walls and struggling with the guards. Despite his wretched appearance, his blue eyes were as bright as she had ever seen them. Tully blue. 

[text] I’d offer my place as a hiding spot but my mom might call ur mom 

[text] my suggestion is leave the country, start a new life

She stood as near to the Twins as she dared; Sansa didn’t know where Robb’s grave was, but this would have to do. She crumpled to her knees, tears clouding the towers from her sight, and whimpered.

“You deserved so much better.”