Key

The Tyrells were the key to Sansa's escape, but they were more.

Margaery was a friend like she hadn't had since Winterfell. Willas was to be her white knight.

Surprisingly, she was neither lovestruck nor infatuated at the thought of wedding him. But going to Highgarden, living there, seeing Margaery every day...

They would chat while doing needlework, go for walks in the near-legendary gardens, sit together at meals and tourneys. Everything she wanted was aclose, thanks to Margaery.

And Willas, or course. But she couldn't bring herself to think too much of him when his sister smiled like that.

Trap

She was a little bird in a cage, singing their songs inside her trap.

But a window had opened, and a rose dropped in.

Sweet-smelling, reminding her of the outside world, longing with just a bit of hope.

And the rose had thorns too, thorns that protected the little bird from the lions who were her jailers.

The rose let in light from the window it had come from, promising the little bird's dream of flying away, into the sun to the rose garden, or up to the snow.

So the little bird escaped with the rose, free and happy.

India

Margaery's family had a house in India, but Sansa had never expected to go there. She hadn't expected to fall in love after Joffrey - even his name made her shudder - but when the beautiful girl sat down next to he in a coffee shop, she knew she was gone.

Staring at her girlfriend, long brown hair tied up against the heat, Sansa was struck with a wave of gratefulness.

"Hurry up!" Margaery turned, reaching her hand out for Sansa down the street. "We've got so much to do!"

Sansa laced her fingers together and smiled with her.

Muse

"Yes, oh, Mar - ugh!"

Sansa had tried to ignore the loud music next door, to savor her time with Margaery while her parents were away. Clearly, though, they weren't alone. Her half-brother Jon was sitting moodily in his room, blasting Muse.

Margaery pulled Sansa back on top of her. "Ignore him."

"I can't." Sansa scowled. "Jon! Turn that down!"

A shout came through the wall. "Then I have to hear you two!"

The two girls rolled their eyes. "Well," Margaery suggested, "we could be a little louder? I can make you forget all about anyone but me."

"Yes, please."

Wrong

The Seven proclaimed relations between men sinful, but it said nothing about women. The old gods forbade nothing.

Sansa had never given it much thought, but the Tyrell girl - Margaery - was making her consider.

Would Margaery push her away? Was she wrong? Sansa didn't think she could bear to see upset on that kind face, always smiling at her, the picture of beauty. Sansa imagined Margaery looked very much like the Maiden.

Sometimes Margaery would say something, carelessly, that threw Sansa. That made her think Margaery felt the same way.

Maybe she wouldn't react badly to a kiss.


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