Margaery Tyrell and Robb stark- Westerosi Times
"House Tyrell of Highgarden"
A young page announced as the relatively large family arrived in the courtyard of Winterfell in the warm hours of the afternoon, to the awaiting Stark's and the folk of Winterfell. The head of the house stepped out of the carriage first: Lord Mace Tyrell was a large man with curly brown hair, his beard into a triangular shape wearing emerald robes and the golden rose at his breast and next to him was his wife Alerie, a beautiful matured woman with long brown hair a little lighter than that of Mace's, she held herself well and walked with grace.
The two white horses next to the carriage held two of the three Tyrell brothers Garlan and Loras both as if in sync shook out their long flowing hair as they removed their helmets. The women swooned at this, Sansa Stark predominantly looking at Loras' chiselled, handsome face, making her swoon at the Knight of the Flowers.
Behind this, the eldest Tyrell brother Willas was helped out of the carriage by his sister Margaery. He stood with difficulty clutching to a walking stick to steady him, Margaery's gentle hand clasped around his arm in support. She certainly had a beauty that was the thing of songs, the young woman had almost honey brown hair that tumbled down her back to her hips and her eyes, her mesmerising eyes, the colour of rich soil hooded with thick, fluttering eyelashes.
Robb could've sworn that his heart caught in his throat the first time he gazed upon her, she was breath-taking, stunning, and beautiful. He watched as the jolly patriarch greeted his father with a wide smile and Lady Alerie greeted his mother with the topic of the weather. He watched intently as Alerie beckoned her daughter to her side and before Robb knew it, he was gazing into the deep brown eyes of Margaery, his betrothed.
"Lord Robb" Margaery said softly as greeted Robb with a gleaming smile, between two dimples in her blushed, pale cheeks.
"Lady Margaery" Robb greeted back as he bent down and took her delicate hand in his, dipping his lips and kissing the skin of the back of her hand.