Sansa:

The crowd assembled erupted in applause as the many Lords and Ladies of Westeros make their entrances to the Red Keep. Some atop horses and others riding in wheelhouses. Sansa hears Lady Margaery's handmaiden Elinor screech.

"Look at all the people down there! Oh and look at Ser Garlan with his wife Leonette Fossoway."

The royal family watches from above as they watch the guests to the wedding of Joffrey and Margaery, make their grand entrances. Sansa sat beside her husband Tyrion as the dwarf of a man slowly sips on his goblet of wine, clearly quite bored with the event. Looking far to her left, Sansa watched as Margaery's face lit up upon seeing her older brother Garlan. Sansa couldn't help, but feel she would react the same way if her own brother Robb was down there. But my brother Robb is dead.

As Sansa looked at the older man down below, riding on his chestnut horse, she did see a resemblance between him and his younger brother Loras. But where was Loras beautiful and clean shaven, Garlan was broad and handsome with a brown beard.

Having taken notice of Sansa's attention towards the Tyrell boy. Tyrion smirked at her knowingly, completely understood why she would be interested. "They call him, Ser Garlan the Gallant." Said Tyrion with a chuckle..

Ser Garlan the Gallant … Sansa repeated his name in her head. As Sansa heard a deep sigh of boredom and frustration, she quickly peered towards Joffrey, who in a stunning display of Kingly manners, loudly cleared his throat and made his frustration known to everyone around him. Joffrey seemed gallant at first, too. Trying to placate her betrothed, Margaery quickly clasped her hand around Joffrey's and gave him a bright smile. Sansa had to give her friend credit, as not even Joffrey's own mother had succeeded in controlling Joffrey up to this point.

As the envoys continued to make their way into the Red Keep, Sansa's eyes were instantly drawn to a banner which depicted a bright silver seahorse on sea green. "Who is that?" Inquired Sansa to her husband.

As Tyrion strained his neck to see the sigil Sansa directed him to, he first paused in thought and then answered her. "House Velaryon of Driftmark. Lord Monford aligned himself with Stannis Baratheon after King Robert died …" Then he paused again so he could dab at the grotesque scars on his face. Sansa once remembered him telling her that they sometimes itched when he would sweat. "But Lord Monford died on the Blackwater, and his son Monterys is the new lord of the house." As Sansa tried to make out the true appearance of the comely man leading the Velaryon house who rode a pale white stallion, she swore she saw a look of jealousy on Tyrion's face, from the corner of her eye.

But as Sansa spotted the silver and gold haired man at the head of the Velaryon envoy, her stomach turned to knots. Gods … he's so handsome, almost as handsome as Loras. "Does Lord Monterys not have a wife? I don't see her with him." She said.

First Tyrion looked to Sansa with a smile threatening on his lips, and then he looked back down to the envoy below, before he shook his head and chuckled out. "Well I don't believe so, as he is only eight I believe."As confusion filled Sansa's head, she looked to her husband , forcing him to relent the truth. "No, the so-called Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark is still home, probably eating his lunch or practicing his reading and writing. That man down there, is his uncle Aurane Waters. He was captured during the battle and then bent his knee to the crown."

Seeing a group comprised solely of mounted men on white horses, Sansa looks to the banner above them, which displayed the two swans of the house Swann. Looking to Balon Swann who stands guard behind Margaery, Sansa noticed a fleeting look of joy in the Knight's eyes, as he peered down at his family's arrival. As Sansa looked for the leader of the house, she remembered hearing the name Gulian Swann once before. But she also distinctly remembered hearing that the man was quite ill, and could not travel to the wedding. "Who is representing House Swann?" She asked Tyrion.

Tyrion gave Sansa a look of pride, for knowing the truth that Gulian Swann was not down there. Tyrion then points a stubby finger down at a black haired man leading the group. "That right there is Maric Storm … younger brother to Ser Balon. His father Gulian wrote that a chill had overtaken him and that his heir Donel is still too wounded to travel, so he suggested his bastard take his place." Tyrion then lowered his voice so that only Sansa could hear. "Cersei was absolutely furious and completely against idea of letting a bastard take his place on the small council, and she told my father is was insulting. So as you can guess, I was all for it."

As Sansa tried to gain a better look at Maric, she ultimately failed as he was then blocked by the Rosby sigil. After Sansa failed to get a good look at him, she settles back into her chair and subtly asked Tyrion in a whisper. "Didn't the Swanns support Stannis Baratheon?"

Tyrion himself then peered over at the imposing Balon Swann and after he quipped back to his wife. "It's complicated … Lord Swann himself would not swear for any side and plead illness, just as he is doing now, but his heir Donel did side with Stannis while his second son Balon fought for the crown." Tyrion then lets out a light chuckle to lighten the mood. "I can only imagine what side his bastard was playing. But he is quite a comely lad to be honest. I still remember hearing him perform Jenny's song at Renly's name day three years ago. I imagine he'll sing at this wedding too, you'll probably enjoy it."

As the ceremony started to wind down and only lesser and insignificant houses start making their entrances. Tyrion stood and excused himself, telling Sansa that he must go and perform his duties as Master of Coin, while followed closely behind by the sellsword Bronn who as always, gave Sansa a brief bow, before following closely behind his employer.

Sansa feeling torn over the choice of making an excuse to leave early or staying, has her decision made for her when the young handmaiden Alla Tyrell informs her that Maegary would like to meet her in the gardens for lunch. As Sansa excused herself from the parapets, she was surprised to only receive a passing dirty look from Queen Cersei, but no objection.

As Sansa navigates the many halls and corridors of the Red Keep, she sees many new faces, but unfortunately she still hears many of the same whispers she has gotten used to. But it meant little to her anymore as she forced herself to keep her head high and keep moving. As she arrived outside of the garden parlor, Sansa sees Ser Loras and Ser Balon blocking the ornately designed doors. Hearing laughter emit from behind the doors, Sansa swallows her anxiety for Loras and curtsies before both men.

"Good day Ser Loras … and to you as well Ser Balon."

"Thank you, Lady Lannister." Responded both men. "You look very beautiful today." Added Loras solely, along with a smile that never once failed to melt Sansa's heart and knot her insides.

Feeling a blush erupt on her face, she panicked and quickly murmured. "Lady Margaery requested my presence." On her word, both men nod their understanding and move out of her way, allowing her to pass by them.

Before Sansa passed by, Loras gently grasped her arm to stop her and whispered in her ear. "Margaery is in there with my grandmother, along with my brother and his wife. I just thought you should be prepared." Releasing her arm, Loras stepped back and allowed Sansa to pass.

As Sansa stepped through the doors, a rush of chatter and giggling runs through her. Looking for the Queen to be, Sansa spots two richly decorated tables made of marble which are centered in a colorful garden of reds, yellows, and blues. At the rightmost table are many of Margaery's handmaiden's who gossip amongst themselves while eating pastries. But at the left table is Margaery, who along with the Queen of Thorns, converse with a bearded man who wears a bright green and white outfit with two Tyrell roses emblazoned on his cloak.

"You called for me Lady Margaery." Sansa called out.

As Margaery looked to Sansa, a bright smile broke on her face. "I've already told you Sansa, you can just call me Margaery when we are together like this." As Sansa sat at the table, Margaery continued. "Sansa you must remember my grandmother."

Sansa then stole a cautious glance towards the aptly named Queen of Thorns, before bowing her head respectfully. "It is nice to see you Lady Olenna." Said Sansa politely as she sat down across from the tiny old woman.

"Ahh yes … hello to you to Sansa." Olenna absentmindedly replied, clearly already unimpressed with Sansa's presence. Olenna then turned to the bearded man, who Sansa recognized from earlier in the day. "This is my grandson Garlan." With a look of amusement she turned to the man and asked him. "And what is that little nickname they have for you? The Chivalrous? The Brave? Oh yes, it was the Gallant … how clever of them."

As Garlan chuckled at his grandmother's jape, he stood to take Sansa's hand. "It is good to finally meet you my Lady."

Caught quite off guard by Garlan's display of kindness, Sansa bowed her head to him. "I can see why they call you the Gallant, Ser Garlan."

Showing her brightest smile, Margaery then implored her brother to tell Sansa of how he gained his nickname. "I used to be a plump little boy when I was younger and as you can imagine, people can be cruel at times, so my brother Willas came up with the name Garlan the Gallant, so I didn't befall the same fate as our uncle Garse the Gross."

"Always a sharp one, my Willas." Said Olenna, having obvious pride for her grandson.

"Why don't you introduce Leonette to Sansa." Suggested Margaery.

Garlan agrees with his sister's proposal and heads to the second table, leaving the three women alone. "So how is your husband treating you?" Asked Margaery in a whisper.

"It's complicated. He is not nearly as awful as most people say he is. He can be very kind."

A loud snort then came from Olenna. "If you ask me he was quite the letdown. I'd heard for years about the famous Imp and all I met was brow beaten bookkeeper, who simply wanted to push the costs of the royal wedding onto my family."

"So it's not as bad as you feared it would be then." Exclaimed Margaery with genuine happiness for Sansa. "So tell me, friend to friend, have you …"

Not immediately understanding Margaery's innuendo, Sansa then uttered in confusion. "Have I-"

Smirking at Sansa's naivety, Margaery leaned in close and whispered. "Are you still a maiden?"

"Umm, yes … me and Tyrion never consummated the wedding. He promised me that he wouldn't force me and would wait until I wanted to." Replied Sansa while blushing.

"And will you ever?"

Sansa looked back and forth between grandmother and granddaughter before she answered. "No … I don't think I ever will." Looking around carefully for eavesdroppers, she finished. "And he's a Lannister … they killed my family. And regardless of how kind he's been to me, I can never forgive that."

Before Margaery could respond, they are greeted to the sight of Garlan returning with his wife in tow. Leonette looked to Sansa like a kind women. With bright blue eyes along with a cascade of blonde hair, she was shorter than Sansa and looked quite dainty next to her husband.

"It is so nice to meet you. Margaery has told me so much about you." Said the women as her husband pulled her chair out for her.

Taking his own seat beside his wife, Garlan quickly added. "My love here is quite the accomplished harp player. Perhaps she could teach you to play sometime, Sansa,"

Nodding to her husband's suggestion Leonette took Sansa's hand into her own. "Oh I would be more than happy to teach you if you desired. It can make such beautiful melodies that can brighten any day."

Unable to hide her excitement at the prospect of learning an instrument, Sansa quickly replied. "That would be lovely, thank you Lady-"

"Please call me Leonette, Sansa. I would very much enjoy it if we could become as good of friends as you are with Margaery."

Margaery then let out a small chuckle and japed back to Leonette. "Well I don't know if I can just allow you to steal my friend from me like that."

A couple of hours later, and after more than a few desserts were shared around the table. Garlan excused himself from the group of women. "Forgive me my Ladies, but I must excuse myself."

"Going to visit your bastard are you?" Olenna asked with a deceivingly kind smile.

"Grandmother you mustn't speak of Lord Swann like that." Chided her granddaughter.

"Lord Swann is it? I didn't know that craven Gulian Swann died? And even if he did Maric would still be a bastard, so I don't see how he's a Lord ... or was it a problem with how I called him a bastard? Either way I don't see what mishap you believe I made."

"Are you friends with him?" Asked Sansa.

Answering for her husband, Leonette explained to her. "You could say that. Maric squired for my husband many years ago, and he even lived at Highgarden for a time before-"

"Before that ox of a maester finally decided that the boy needed to see more of the world, and whisked him away to Gods know where. I don't know if I ever saw the girls of Highgarden cry so much as when he walked through those gates." Said Olenna with a slight smirk on her lips.

"I've known Maric ever since I was just a boy. Truthfully though I've always thought of him more like a little brother then a friend. And I haven't seen him for at least a year, so I was hoping to meet with him before dinner tonight." Standing from the table, Garlan bent over to give his wife a chaste kiss. "I'll see you all at dinner tonight I presume?" Inquired Garlan, which caused all three women to nod. Before leaving the garden, he bowed respectfully to the other table of handmaidens

"So you must have never met Maric before, then." Said Margaery, as Sansa absentmindedly nibbled on a lemon cake, she was forced to quickly shake her head. "You will be absolutely swooning after you meet him, and not to mention if you actually hear him sing as it is just simply magical." Added Margaery, making sure to emphasize the word magical.

As Margaery went on about Maric's supposed good qualities, Sansa zoned out while her thoughts drifted to her last remaining brother Jon. Remembering how she used to ignore him, she then remembered how her mother used to resent him and forced the issue of Jon leaving for the wall. I hope he's safe. Prayed Sansa.