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AN:I apologize for the slow updates, but I do promise to update all of my unfinished fics once a week. Life has been crazy...
It's a fortnight before Margaery says anything to Sansa. Sansa has spent as much time with her as possible since she took the Stark out for a picnic, and Margaery doesn't understand why. There's something Sansa is hiding from her. She doesn't like things being hidden from her-she was taken under her grandmother's wing. She's inquisitive-she wants to know everything. Especially about Sansa, who has always been, a rather open book to her.
So she asks. They're taking tea together in the gardens. She's made sure no one is around to eavesdrop.
"What is troubling you, sweet Sansa?" Her voice is soft as Sansa takes a bite out of an apple tart. Sansa takes a moment to chew, and Margaery sees regret flash on her features before Sansa swallows and answers-
"I'm going to miss you when you get married to Renly." The words are quiet, and she looks down. A soft laugh breaks her thoughts and startles her. Margaery reaches for her hands across the table. Sansa lets her hands be pulled. Their arms are outstretched across the table among the tarts and cakes.
"I'm taking you with me to Storm's End." Margaery says, and she feels a heavy weight off her chest.
"Oh." Sansa says. Margaery smiles.
"And Loras will be coming with us." She adds, and squeezes Sansa's hands. Sansa thinks of Loras for a moment. She had liked him at one point, he was gorgeous, but after living at Highgarden, she noticed that he did not stare at women for any period of time other than was polite. She wondered if he was like her, and if Margaery knew.
Of course Margaery would know, Sansa thought. They were too close not to. One could almost feel like they did not belong with the way the two interacted-they knew each other well. But Sansa always felt welcome with them, unlike many others. They made her feel welcome.
"So, Willas will be staying here?" Sansa asks because she can't think of anything else. She doesn't see the look that crosses Margaery's face for a moment, and Margaery replies that yes, he would, and that so would her grandmother. Margaery wonders if she perhaps, does fancy Willas, even though she was so sure Sansa didn't.
Margaery had offered much earlier, it seemed like several name days ago, it was only a few- that she marry Willas. She spent an afternoon, trying to convince Sansa. Sansa had declined as gracefully as she could, her heart was set on the wrong Tyrell for that.
She couldn't marry Willas, even if she couldn't marry Margaery, she didn't want to stop Willas from having a chance at love.