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[tyrellrose]

Who: Margaery Tyrell, open
When: December 21
Where: Outside the new arrivals apartments
Format: Paragraph
What: Girl in a wedding dress chilling outside the apartments.
Warnings: None. Well, ASoS spoilers.

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[therainbowking]

One of those passers-by just so happened to be one Renly Baratheon, who stopped and stared at the very familiar young lady in front of him. It had to be Margaery, but how long had she been wandering about covered in a blanket? He took a careful step closer, not wanting to startle her -- though of course he would, it is not every day one sees their husband back from the dead, after all, but that is beside the point for now.

"Margaery? Is it truly you, or have I been gone mad from living with my brothers too long?"

[therainbowking]

"Was it not?" He gave her a quizzical look, eyes alight with surprise (and yes, a bit of relief), and then gave a graceful shrug. "Of course. That detail seems to have slipped my mind in the midst of arriving here."

Well, he did love her. Just more as a friend than a wife, to be honest. But he was pleased with her decision, in any case, though he did not know what he and Loras would yet do in this strange new city.

"As would I, my lady," he continued, and that smile grew broader.

[tyrellrose]

Later that week, she would meet Renly's brothers, learn things about her brother she really would rather not, and avoid Joffrey all the while insisting that she wasn't hiding from him. Later that week would find her huddled in her own room, crying at the loss of all her family save for Loras. Renly -- well, Renly was dead back home, and Loras's sun had set, but Margaery still had cousins to help, a court to run, and a life to live.

But this moment saw Margaery thread her fingers through Renly's as she smiled brightly in return, feeling a surge of hope run through her. She could begin anew here, bask in that bit of freedom highborn girls never had. Her worth was not based on the man she married; instead, she would carve her own path through the world. Associating with the wrong sort would not risk her life. Loras would return soon, and she would be with two people she loved.

It was not a perfect life, but it would be a bearable, and perhaps even enjoyable, one.