Thread: The Rose and The Wolf (DeviantDesire x BoomBoom)

Sansa Tyrell gazed out her from her ornate glass window over the walls, the maze of hedges, and the lush fields Highgarden overlooked. Evening falling over such a verdant land was a sight to behold, yet it brought Sansa little joy just now. The events of just two days passed weighed on her mind, as she had mostly been left to her own devices to dwell on them since. Sansa had, once again, been the focus of a great drama in the castle. Upon changing her sheets, her servant girl had dutifully reported to Lord Tyrell--and the Queen of Thorns, who many believed was the true liege in Highgarden-- about Sansa's moonblood and thus her being without a child. Loras' failure thus far to impregnate Sansa was a growing concern to the Tyrell clan. Deepening the familial ties with the Starks in The North was of paramount importance, and Mace Tyrell grew more eager for this proof of the marriage's consummation with each word that came back of Robb winning another victory in and further securing his position as King in the North. This rather grotesque focus cast on something personal and private to her was not something Sansa had imagined when she dreamed of marrying a noble knight like Ser Loras. Then again, so many things had been different from what she had imagined. He seemed at times so... uncomfortable around her, from the very first time they spoke and onwards. That was quite apparent in their marriage bed, sure, but Sansa expected that to an extent. It was uncharted territory for her as well. But even when they would walk the gardens or take a meal together, there was a certain distance about her new husband. A coldness. Sansa was uncertain what being in love would be like, but she felt none of the passion her mother would describe when she asked her about it. She didn't even feel anything like the naive stirrings she would feel when she and Jeyne Poole would sneak out for some clandestine meeting with boys back in Winterfell. It felt at times as if Ser Loras saw her as a business partner more than a lover. Other times-- most times, perhaps, and certainly now-- Sansa was sure it was some flaw of hers. That she was not enough of a Lady to please this exemplar of chivalric virtue. How could she ruin everything she ever wanted? A rapping at her door surprised her. She had just sent her handmaidens away, it wouldn't be them. Perhaps because of her mood, or also because of her relative youth at eighteen years, she wasn't quite as skilled at composing herself with poise and grace as the woman waiting on the other side of the door was. Still, she did her best, arching her back slightly to fix her posture in the grey gown with white trimming she wore. It was a simpler garment than might befit her station she was not expecting callers this evening really. Opening the door startled Sansa a bit, and she knew her face betrayed that fact ever so slightly. The identity of her visitor was a surprise enough. The sheer sight of her was mostly what caught Sansa off guard. The Reach was beautiful, its castles were straight from chivalric tales, and its women--and Margaery chief among them-- were stunning. Sansa had seen as much at King's Landing, though the two hadn't properly met just yet. Sansa returned the smile, though it came slightly less easy and graceful to her as it did to the Rose of Highgarden. Her slightly flustered demeanor might amuse Margaery, however. Oh... Lady Margaery! Forgive my appearance, I heard about your return but did not think you would visit me so soon. She stepped aside to invite Margaery in. How were your travels?