She felt Loras Tyrell's gaze boring into her back. The feeling his eyes on her made her wring her hands together tighter. Her stomach dropping as her own eyes fell on the Dothraki soldiers standing on the docks. The Dragon Queen's men's weapons were at the ready. Her own father's words rang through her mind, her heart breaking remembering his threat.

If you dare to not leave the ship, you will never make it back to High Garden alive.

Taking in a shaky breath, she fought back her tears. Turning back to met Loras's eyes to him giving her a nod forward, a sad encouraging smile on his lips, while his hand was on his sword. They both knew their father's orders. Turning her head, back she took in one more deep breath before raising her head and taking a shaky step off the boat. One of the soldiers helped her steady herself. She gave him a nod of thanks, before turning her full attention to the leader of them.

"My name is Aurora Tyrell, Daughter of Mace Tyrell & Alerie Tyrell of Highgarden. I wish to speak on behalf of my sister Margaery Tyrell's trail." She held her breath, for a few moments, wondering if they even understood what she was saying, before he turned to leave. The one who helped her, motioned for her to follow him. With one last look at her brother, she watched as he simply turned his back to her, for a moment she thought his shoulders looked slumped but knew better than to hope from compassion. With that moment, Aurora felt her heart finally break, before walking towards her doom, a dead woman.

When Aurora entered into the throne room she found the court to be mostly empty. The only people in the court were the Starks, Queen Daenerys's council, & the few Tyrells allowed to stand with Margaery. Her sister was the only one standing in front of the sitting queen. Aurora felt all eyes turn towards her, the new commer making her way into the throne room. Two unsullied guards step forward, taking over for the Dothraki. Aurora, took a few shaky steps, taking her place next to her sister. Her eyes flashing to her Grandmother, the old woman's disapproving eyes, actually looked proud for once. The look she always craved to have but never could as a child. The elder of the two, stood with chains around her wrists, a beautiful dress no longer had its shine, and eyes seemingly not their usual self. Aurora met Margaery's eyes, before slowly sinking to her knees, her attention turning to the Queen.

"Here sits before you, Daenerys Stormborn of the house Targaryen, First of her name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Andals and the first Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and mother of Dragons. Who stands before her?" Aurora glanced up quickly, her eyes falling on the melted swords. Images of fire came to her mind, her anxiety rising. The panic coming.

"A-Aurora Tyrell of Highgarden, Your grace." She stuttered out, gripping the sides of her dress tightly. Confusion sprang up among the council, and the Starks. Aurora knew why it caused such confusion. She knew it was going to happen. Someone as high born as she, was bound to not have been kept secret, yet here she was. Her Grandmother, Olenna Tyrell, had known since she was a little girl, that she would not be of any use to the family. Her birth was already kept quite secret, due to her mother having a difficulty pregnancy. Olenna had wished for another boy, but was met with disappointment when she arrived. Sent to be fostered in Dorne, under the name Flowers, she was treated like a bastard from her own family.

"She was a sickly child." Olenna said from the side. "We feared what would happen to her, if she was brought to court. Her and her mother nearly perished during the birthing." That part was true, from what her own mother had spoken to her about, before she had passed.

"Your Grace-" Margaery took a step forward, placing both her hands tightly on Aurora's shoulders. "My sister is very dear to me, and I to her." Aurora suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at her sister. She wondered how long, it took for Olenna to offer her up as a scapegoat. Probably only seconds before Margaery agreed.

"Why have you come today of all days?" The Queen asked. Her voice was sharp, unpleasant. Like Aurora had just ruined a good plan. She felt Margaery dig her nails into her shoulder. Her eyes welling up from the pain, her head down.

"I have come to confess and atone for my sins and my sins alone...your Grace." Aurora said in a shaky breath. Margaery's let some of the pressure go, signalling her sister is saying the right things.

"And what pray tell are the sins you've committed?" Aurora casted a glance up to her Grandmother, her nodded her head. Turning slowly to glance up at the Starks. She found the red haired woman no older than she, standing in between two men. A younger girl, leaning against the bannister, while two boys looked out at her. Their eyes daring her to do something. Looking back down at the floor, she felt Margaery tighten her grip.

"The Attempted assassination of Lady Sansa Stark." Margaery closed her eyes, letting tears come to her own. A small gasp, came from everyone in the room. The only one who didn't seem surprised was the Queen. Daenerys shot a glance towards Sansa for the first time since Aurora had walked in. She watched Sansa, take in a deep shaky breath. Her nephew, gripping her hand, to steady her. "I planned the murder by myself and myself alone. My family had nothing to do with it. I love my sister very much, and I had believed that Lady Sansa stood in the way of that. I did what I did, for the love I bear for my sister." Margaery fell down wrapping her sister in a hug. The best one she could do, with the chains around her wrists.

"Alone?"

"Yes your Grace." Aurora let a few tears fall. She felt Margaery smile into her shoulder.

"You may have done something good for the family after all." Her sister's words felt like venom to her. Acid thrown on her, a final kick when she lay down to die.

"Why have you come?" Sansa said from the side. Robb, her brother, placed a gentle hand over his sister's hand. The one gripping the bannister tightly, her knuckles had turned white.

"I could not let Margaery die for something she did not do."

"What evidence do you have to support your claim?" Robb Stark asked.

"Margaery knows no one in Dorne. I do. My Grandmother can attest that the men who attempted the assassination was apart of the family that took me in. They would do anything I asked if they feared for myself or those I love." Daenerys glanced over at Olenna Tyrell who nodded her head. "Margery didn't want me to com forward, because she only wanted to protect me, for something I did for her." After a few more moments of silence, Daenerys finally nodded to the guards. Two unsullied pulled the two sisters apart, removing the chains from Margaery's wrists, only for them to be placed on Aurora's. Daenerys looked at the Tyrell flower, and her sister.

"Margaery Tyrell, the court, in light of this new confession and evidence, pardons you of any crime in the assassination attempt of Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell." Margaery bowed before Daenerys.

"Thank you, Your Grace." Daenerys turned her attention to Aurora.

"Aurora Tyrell, I sentence you to death, for the charge of High Treason. Lady Sansa Stark, is a member of my Council, an attack on her was an attack on me. You are to be taken to the cells above Traitors walk until the sentence is to be carried out." Aurora took one last look at her Grandmother, smirking at her. Are you proud now. She thought, before two unsullied quickly lead her away. She turned her back to the first official court she had ever been to, making her way towards her dark future that awaited.