A/N: Thank goodness I don't watch GoT, I can say that Marg is currently alive in the books.

The Stark family was torn on where to go. They were presently at a McDonalds a few miles from Highgarden where a fair was happening but they were travelling down to the Tarly home at Oldtown.

"Highgarden!" Ricky jumped from foot to foot. He had been eager to see the tourneys and games Highgarden was displaying for the week .

"I second that," Laura raises her hand. "We're already here anyways!"

Ned looks at the rest of his children and the plus member that is Sammy, a good friend of Jonathan. Robin and Jonathan eyes dart down to their young brother Brandon. The boy in the wheelchair eats his fries slowly. The fast-food place they were at was filled with other tourists coming to see duels and contests.

"Dad," Susan pushes back her red hair. "I wanted to go see the Citadel at Oldtown," she says for both her and Brandon. The Citadel had cool air and the Reach was hot even at the beginning of spring, Susan Stark could see handsome knights on tv at home. Besides, Margaret Tyrell was home for spring break and Susan wanted to avoid bumping into her.

"Oldtown has the best library in the world," Sam adds excitedly, "It's not far from here."

"I want to go too, dad," Brandon piques up.

"I can go greet Mace Tyrell for you while we're there and you go with them to Oldtown," Robin offers.

"Yes," Susan says dryly. "Let Robin go."

"No. Laura will go with Sam, Susan, and Brandon," Ned stark decides. "We'll go to Highgarden."

"Wha-but dad!" Laura pleads.

"No," Ned speaks bluntly. "You caused a mess at your grandfather's home and your mother is over there fixing the mess. Think of this as your punishment," he chastises her and Laura mumbles that mom wanted to stay with her dad anyways. Johnathan ruffles her hair but she shifts her head away.

They finish the rest of their burgers and Ned has Robin order an Uber. He hands Sam the keys to the car with a stern look and no words.

"Look after your siblings, Susan," Ned tells her.

"I will. John, look after our dad and brother," she grins and John smiles back.

John and Ned go to have a few more words with Sam but Robin holds Susan back by the elbow. She pretends to be surprised as he licks his lips in preparation.

"Listen...you should speak to-"

"Rob," Susan shakes her head but doesn't wring herself away from his gentle grip.

"There's nothing there," he tells her.

"I wouldn't care if there was," she responds with strained politeness. "And if there were I would accept her like a sister," she tells them both. "Tell her I say hi," she smiles for good measure.

"I will. Probably best that Laura does go with you guys, mom would hate to come bail us out of jail for attempted murder. See you guys later," and he lets Susan go.

They go opposite ways and Laura runs to sit in the front with Sam. Sam and Susan help Bradon to his seat and fold his wheelchair. There used to be one road that led into Oldtown, now there were five yet the traffic was heavy. Laura thudded her head into the window as she spiraled into madness.

"Are we there yet?" Laura behaved as if they had been sitting for hours in the van and wouldn't stop fidgeting .

"Almost," Sam promised for the third time in two hours. It's not his fault that its noon and the traffic is thick.

"I can see the citadel from here!" Brandon opens his window and pushes his head out. "I heard its beautiful inside."

"It's literally just a library," Laura grumbles.

"The first time I went, I cried," Sam admits. "William and Gary would go with me sometimes," he reminisces.

"Lame," Laura huffs.

"William and Gary?" Brandon asks.

"Margaret's older brothers," Susan clarifies, she stares out the window as the cars roll by.

"She'd come too, sometimes. She would go to the-"

"History section," Susan sighs. Back when they were clothes Margaret would talk about history, philosophy, and economics if she wanted to be a bore to Susan.

"Yeah," Sam shifts awkwardly.

"Oh my gods! Margaret? No! I'm surrounded by nerds," Laura wails and glances at her pouty sister. "If you miss her so much you should have gone with the boys to her. She would be seething with jealousy watching you gawk at the knights or her brother Gary," Laura grumbles.

"Laura!" Susan glares, Sam blushes, and Brandon rolls his eyes.

"It's hot!" Laura spits. "I'm melting and the a.c is dying!" She sobs. "I'm going to die too from heatstroke."

"You'll feel the ocean breeze soon," Sam wisely omits to tell her the temperature outside.

"I can't!"

"Seven help us, Laura! Should we get you tested for ADHD?" Susan asks.

"Jerk."

"There's the bridge!" Sam cried out gleefully as they reached the peak of the hill.

Traffic soon alleviated and they pulled in the city's limit. Laura pulled the window down and stuck her head out, Bran as well.

"It smells...clean and flowery?" Bran looked at Sam in surprise.

"The ocean air and the city is very environmental friendly. The majority of the cars rely on electricity than gas," Sam explains a little proudly. "It always smells flowery, especially at the city's older parts where they try to cover the smell of old. The ghetto areas have an interesting smell of sewage and wet flowers."

"With how hot it is, I don't want to think of smell," Susan scrunches her nose. "Are we going to have to cross the bridges?"

"One. The oldest that leads into the Citadel," he drives a little faster to reach it.

Susan's iPhone beeps and she glances at the message Margaret sent her. She unlocks her phone, starts typing a response and then thinks better of it. She purses her lips and fiddles with the cover of her phone when it beeps again. Susan rolls her eyes at the blatant threat in the message and sends a curt reply before putting her phone on silent.

"Susan? You okay? You're steaming," Bran states.

"Peachy," Susan leans in to ruffle his hair affectionally. "You excited?"

"Yeah. There's a lot of mysteries and conspires about the Citadel. I want to see it!" He clenches his hands. "Sam, what's the university like there? Its right new to the Citadel, right?"

"Yeah, but I can't tell you that much about it. My dual enrollment there was briefly before my dad pulled me out."

"Why?" Laura asks.

"It's an expensive school for rich people. Margaret's dad was paying for me until my dad found out. William, Elinor, and Gary have all studied there," Sam tells them.

"Your dad's pride is too much," Laura sighs as they pull in to the parking lot of the Citadel.

"Yeah... I can't wait to see my mum," he says with all sincerity.

"Your dad can't be more intimidating than our dad," Laura grins. "All dads have their quirks that makes them funny."

"Our dad falls asleep on the couch with his boxers on and cuddles Lady," Susan informs him and the kids laugh.

"My dad is made of stone, he doesn't laugh, he doesn't blink, he doesn-"

"Fart?" Laura suggests.

"...He does that. Its manly," Sam shrugs.

Spring break means the parking lot isn't full of cars and Sam has no trouble finding a parking spot for Brandon. Susan jumps out and the shadow of the Citadel is vast.

"Is anybody getting chills?" Brandon asks.

"Susan looks about ready to melt into a puddle like the wicked witch if we don't get her inside," Laura replies. "let's go!"