I was a little inspired and really upset that my like favorite lesbian ship on this show just fell apart. So...here you go. Some. stuff.
So this was it, Margaery thought. This was how it ended. She wondered what exactly was coming, almost hoping it would be painless. At least she had Loras, he had stayed with her. What a horrible way to go. Stripped of his title, his honor, his dignity. The great knight of roses.
How would Tommen react? He would surely mourn. A boy as young and sweet as him has no place in the game, and yet he had become king. She had seen him try to great lengths to be good king, but he was just too young, too innocent.
She found a brief moment of peace when she realized that her grandmother had escaped King's Landing, but her father was still here. He would die with them. So much death. Cersei truly was a lioness.
And as she glared at the High Sparrow knowing well and good that she would have won the game of thrones if not for his arrogance. She would have never underestimated Cersei, and she would have never been so prideful that she would've kept her people from leaving.
Her people...She could've done them so much good. There were so many poor and restless souls in need of her generosity in Kings Landing. If she had just had more time...She could've helped them. She could've saved them.
But even if she could've saved them, she had failed to save the one that truly mattered. And as Margaery began to cling to her brother, knowing whatever was to come would be upon them in a matter of seconds, she found her thoughts strayed to the girl from the north who she had grown so fond of. Margaery had not been able to save her. Petyr Baelish, that worm of a human being, had stolen Sansa away from her. She had heard of her marriage to the Bolton bastard, and she could only imagine the torment he had put her through. At least she knew that she was with her brother Jon, once again reclaiming Winterfell. The sweet summer child, she must have turned as cold as the north to have survived this long. A part of Margaery was pleased with this, but another part felt a pang of sadness. Sweet, sweet Sansa, corrupted by the evil of this world. If only the world was a song like she always had dreamed.
Margaery felt a quake in the earth, and her eyes squeezed shut. Sansa was alive. Sansa was well. Sansa was away from this Gods awful place. Would she ever know how much Margaery had cared for her? Does she look to the Tyrell's and wonder if they had manipulated her, like everybody else seemed to have been doing? Would Sansa miss her when she was gone? Would she ever know? Would it ever cross her mind, that Margeary Tyrell, the lady of roses, loved the lady of wolves.