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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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[tyrellrose]

The sight of Renly Baratheon still made Margaery's heart flutter as it had when she had been fourteen years old. He looked hale and healthy and alive --

Then reality slammed down like a hammer. She simply stared at her husband for a few long moments. Renly Baratheon was dead. She had seen his corpse. That meant she was dead, then. She couldn't be dead. Had someone poisoned her without her realising it? If she was dead, the Tyrell-Lannister alliance would be for naught. She didn't feel dead, but what living person knew what death was like? The spectre spoke of his brothers. Robert was dead, but had Stannis died too? Gods, that left Joffrey as the only contender for the throne

[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.