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

It had only been hours since Margaery had returned to high garden with her father after assuring the new king of Westeros that the Tyrells were not plotting against him and recognized him as the true and rightful King. They said the words that were required and put on the show for the benefit of King Stannis but while roses were beautiful and appeared delicate they too had their thorns. But the king was a man that believed in one's duty and so they had been afforded peace so long as they lived under his rule. Her father may even very well believe that they would live that way from now until his end or the end of time but though he was considered the head of their house, he was not there true leader for that was Margaerys grandmother Olenna. Such a trip was weighing on the spirit and body but having been gone for such a time Margaery had got caught up on all of the news and gossip that had been happening in her home while she was away. There was no shortage of informants for the lady and she took in the news by casually visiting them as a friend and talking. Some did not know that the information was the reason she was there, instead thought that she was there as a kindness in friendship to see them. Others she could be more direct with. One thing she found out was that Sansa Tyrell, her good-sister and wife to her brother Loras had had her moon blood while she was away which meant that her brother had yet to plant his seed in her correctly. One would think that if he wanted to stop humping her at all then he would do his duty with more positive results, but alas the girl was not pregnant yet and informants stated she could not be as Loras had not shared the room with the girl since then. She would have to have words with her brother, remind him what it meant to be a husband and to do your duty as one. Remind him that when he impregnated her then he need not worry about the deed for some time as it may be satisfying enough that she was with child. Emotionally, at least. But she would not seek out her brother in regards to this at this time, instead she made her way towards the victim of his misgivings in Sansa. Margaery felt for the poor girl, to be sure, she had been eager to marry a gallant knight, and though she had Margaery was certain that it wasn't living up the the expectations of the Starks eldest child. At least she had been saved from marrying the bastard Joffrey and was relatively safe in the castle at Highgarden. Relatively in the way that no place was ever truly safe, especially in the current political climate that Westeros had fallen into. There would be nothing to gain from harming the poor girl, and the marriage helped build a connection with the Starks in the North and the Tully in the Riverlands. For the time being it all but ensured that Reach would remain unmolested. Such an important piece of the game should not have been left alone to wallow in the failure of child rearing. Should not be left unhappy and possibly feeling alone. She had no family here besides the ones that she married into, nobody to turn to or talk to. Margaery Tyrell was set the change that, to befriend the girl. There was much to gain and nothing to lose in such a friendship. They Tyrell daughter made her way inside the castle, the motion of the movement pulled the fabrics of her dress back giving the impression that there was a wind on this hot dry day. Her dress was light and breezy, green in color with darker green flowers embroidered into the fabric. The hems were gold in color, and the dress had no sleeves to speak of. The cut if the neck went low, exposing the space between her breasts and going below them. Her slippers matched the color of the dress, she wore them as opposed to shoes as she was in the castle and would rather not here the clunking of wooden shoes nor the scuffing of leather and so she wore her fabric slippers that often times went inside of the mentioned wooden shoes. The Tyrell approahed the door alone and smoothed her dress out taking a moment to ensure she had all of her breath standing straight and regal as would be expected of her. A smile came easily to her lips, it was a practiced motion and took no effort at all. Then she raised her delicate hand and knocked several times on the day and waiting for an answer.