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Margaery
Joffrey was dead. Everyone was pointing the finger at Tyrion Lannister and Sansa Stark, but everyone also knew that it had not been them. They were too intelligent to be so obvious. It was a set-up.
Now that Joffrey was unavailable, she imagined that her grandmother would arrange for her to marry Tommen. He seemed like a sweet boy, and she thought it might be quite nice to married to him, especially when you compared him to his brother.
Her cousin, Clemaria, had left for the Reach several months ago. To her surprise, both Garlan and Loras had gone with her. Margaery had begged her brothers to stay, but they had answered her with sad smiles and excuses about urgent matters to attend to. No-one ever told her anything.
One evening, she was walking in the gardens of the Red Keep, when she saw Willas hurrying towards her as fast as his lame leg would let him.
"Brother! How good to see you here!" she exclaimed, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a secluded corner. He opened his mouth to speak, and trumpets sounded throughout the city. He cursed.
"Now the news is out," he muttered. You and I, and Mother, Father and Grandmother, will surely be imprisoned."
"Willas, what is happening?" Margaery asked, impatient that he would not inform her of the events leading to his actions.
"Clemaria and our brothers were not returning to the Reach, Margaery. They were recruiting for an army, and now they have one. Clemaria has set herself up as Queen in Highgarden, and she has declared war on King Tommen."