Hiei-Uchiha: Thanks! I'm trying my best and I will try to get out updates every Friday.
jean d'arc: Thanks! Well you're about to find out! It's a time skip to get to the real story.
dreadfort1453: Yeah, I didn't see anything like this anywhere else, so I think its an original idea. On Storm's End, you very well may be right on that; I'm not sure. On Olenna, I may have been unclear in it, but she isn't permanently in Winterfell, only parts of the year for that very reason.
Imperial Dragon: Well here you go!
spectre4hire: Yeah, I completely agree with all your points. I really feel like that is pretty in line with Mace's character and yes they are in Winterfell. I like the Robb/Margaery pairing and there isn't too much fiction on it, so I thought I'd add to it. Thanks for the correction on Highgarden; that is something that definitely would have kept going over my head.
Zyphrost: We'll have to see how much influence Margaery has on Robb!
Ardvark: I haven't really decided on if R+L=J will be relevant in this story. I know its canon and everything, but I just haven't really worked it into the story, so as of now Oleanna doesn't say anything about it. Good idea though!
Lisa: Honestly, bringing Oleanna is mostly a means of keeping parts of Margaery's character (that way she isn't completely Stark). Oleanna's presence makes her a mix of Stark and Tyrell, which I am hoping to good down alright. Not to say that Oleanna isn't relevant to the story, but it definitely focuses on Margaery and Robb (though especially Margaery as it is her POV).
azphxbrd: Sadly, I didn't write that part into the story. For now, it's only the viewpoint of Margaery; Eddard was a one-off thing to setup the story and serve as a prologue. Jon will be an important part of the story down the road, but for now I feel like R+L=J just is not relevant to what I'm doing with this story.
DoNotPanic: I'm glad you're excited. I had never seen something like this before, so I thought I may as well give it a shot.
TimtimWantDindin: Well here it is!
Here is the first part of the real story! There is a time skip, just because the focus of the story is Margaery and Robb, not Eddard or anything from around Robert's Rebellion. The support and reviews have been great, which I'm really excited about. I wish I could get these out faster for you guys, but I have a max course-load, a job, and a thesis to work on, so time can be sparse for me. Then I meant to get it out yesterday or earlier today, but as American readers will know; that doesn't happen at big colleges on Saturdays, especially at my school. But anyways, no more excuses, and as always, review with any suggestions or ideas and here is the chapter!
Chapter 1: Margaery Tyrell- 298 AC
Damn that Robb Stark. Of all the men in the seven kingdoms, Margaery had to hopelessly love the biggest bastard of them all. Even now, he was with that whore Erika Umber. Not that she should be very surprised by this; she was beautiful. When Margaery had first heard that Lord Umber's daughter was coming to Winterfell for the King's visit, she thought nothing of it. Sure, she was the same age as Robb and her, and she was the daughter of one of Lord Eddard's principal bannermen. A fool could see what Lord Umber was trying to do, but Margaery had assumed the daughter of a 7 foot giant and a wildling would be an ugly beast of a woman.
She had been shocked to learn that wasn't the case. Earlier in the day, she had actually been in a wonderful mood. Robb had asked her to take a ride outside Winterfell with him, but everything changed when the Umber's arrived a day early. Per usual whenever a major house arrived at Winterfell, the Starks and their wards were trotted out in the yard to be presented to the Lord like cattle. She had actually been impressed by the Umbers at first; they truly were giants of men and the Greatjon seemed to be a rambunctious one. That was until Erika Umber exited her wagon and immediately presented herself to Robb.
"Lord Robb!" the giant bellowed, "I would like to introduce you to the bright flame of Last Hearth, my maiden daughter Erika Umber."
At those words, the young 'maiden'(though Margaery found that hard to believe) curtseyed before Robb and blatantly looked him up and down. Margaery nearly snorted at her, that was until she saw Robb's gaze do the same to Erika, a small grin crossing his lips. Seeing that, Margaery's sneer instantly fell from her face. She knew why Robb was looking; she had a certain northern beauty that Margaery could never hope to have. She had raven black hair and pale white skin, but unlike the other Umbers she wasn't large and was actually dwarfed by Robb, which Margaery knew many men desired. She had doey eyes and a pretty, innocent smile that Margaery just knew was hiding sinister intentions... She hoped at least, for Erika was undeniably beautiful and if she was sweet as well then she may be a large problem.
"My lady." Robb greeted her, "It is a true honor to meet you; I have heard tales of your beauty" he finished as he brought her hand up for a light kiss. Margaery turned red in the face, knowing the kiss may have lingered for longer than necessary.
"The pleasure is mine Lord Robb" she began as she again looked him up and down "I see why the maidens of the north tell such tales about you as well." Margaery noticed that Robb actually seemed rather taken aback by her blunt flirting, his face dropping quickly before recovering just as fast. Margaery on the other hand could barely contain her anger; she hadn't missed the use of the word 'pleasure' and she nearly blanched in her own throat as Erika Umber blatantly seduce Robb.
Lord Umber then clapped Robb on the back, nearly knocking him over, and laughed, saying "Don't look at her too long boy. That isn't your right… yet." Margaery froze at and felt her world slowly falling around her. "Why don't you escort my daughter to her lodgings; perhaps walk her around Winterfell?" the Greatjon suggested, shoving his daughter closer to him. She clearly didn't mind the push, as she actually fell directly on to Robb, leaving her hand on his chest and looking up into his eyes. Margaery couldn't believe the boldness of the girl, but Robb seemed not to notice and continued grinning like an idiot.
Robb finally looked away from the whore and to her father, "Of course Lord Umber." He took the Umber girl's arm in his and began inching towards the main keep "If you will follow me my Lady, I would be happy to show you my home." Erika nodded her head and looked excitedly back to her father, who only nodded back at her with a growing grin. Had all this been part of some scheme to get Robb for Lady Umber at this very trip? She couldn't believe the nerve; they were a vassal to the Starks, but then Robb was going right along with it and seemed to even enjoy it!
Well Robb could enjoy her all he wanted. Erika Umber would probably bed him this very day just to get to him and Robb appeared to lack the honor Margaery thought him to have. Margaery was already an emotional disaster; she was suffering from her first moonsblood. What should have been a joyous though interesting time in her life was only crushing. When her blood had never come in her earlier years, she had only been worried for the sake of Robb. He would never want to marry her, if she couldn't provide him with more beautiful Tully eyed Starks. So with the arrival of her bleeding only a few days ago, she had initially been giddy with excitement at the thought of being suitable for Robb. But now she only felt a fool, why would Robb have even wanted to marry her? It was a naïve notion; the future heir to Winterfell marrying the daughter of a disgraced Reachlord, yet Margaery had always held hope in the past, despite her attempts not to. Margaery wasn't as beautiful as Erika Umber or Cersei Lannister, but she was still certainly pretty, wasn't she?
Though none of that even mattered anymore to Margaery, Robb was not the honorable man she had thought him to be. He was allowing this Umber girl to throw herself at him and was probably at this moment dishonoring her in some stable. To think, Margaery had for years dreamed of giving her maidenhood to Robb, of just throwing himself in his arms and telling him she loved him; a sentiment she desperately hoped he would return. Alas, Robb had never shown any indication of seeing her as anything but a sister. The closest they ever got were chaste hugs and although he may have lingered with her longer than with his real sisters, that could just be accounted for by their closer relationship.
For surely, if Robb thought Margaery to be a sister, then she was his closest sister. Growing up together in Winterfell, Margaery could not remember a time where Robb and herself had been apart for more than a week. Whenever he did leave her, he would always give her a blue winter rose, hug her, and say 'farewell my winter-rose'. For years she had thought that meant something and as a child, she had clung to those moments; but she had recently begun realizing they meant nothing. Yet, they were undeniably the greatest of friends. Even though Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy were in Robb's presence more often than her, it was she whom he would sneak out at night with to the godswood, she whom he would tackle into the hot springs, and she whom he would confide in late at night.
All that seemed for naught now though. Everything she would tell herself as she fell asleep to cheer herself whenever he didn't seem to return her affections were simply lies. Obviously, Margaery had never acted upon her desires or affections; logic would always win out whenever she had the desire to just grab that beautiful auburn hair and pull him into a kiss or to just stare endlessly into his stunning blue eyes. Now, she was even gladder than ever that she had never wasted her honor or even her first kiss on him; she would keep those for a man who truly deserved it. Robb, no matter how much he said otherwise, was no better than Theon Greyjoy; he was scum like all men.
The more Margaery thought of such things, the less focused she became on the book she had been reading. She had actually forgotten that she was trying to read a book in an attempt to quit worrying herself over the extremely long walk Robb and Erika Umber were on. They had been gone for nearly an hour; what could he possibly have been showing her? Well there was one thing he probably was showing her, but Margaery didn't want to think about that, nor was she going to allow that to happen. If Robb was going to dishonor Erika Umber and break Margaery's heart, then he was going to face her wrath and he was going to hear about exactly what she thought of him now. With this final thought, Margaery slammed the book shut and got up from her bed. She walked through the castle looking for the 'lovely couple' and finally found them walking from the glass gardens; Erika probably couldn't handle the cold of Winterfell and was too dainty to survive the north. Well… Margaery knew that wasn't the case. Last Hearth was further north than Winterfell, if anything Margaery was the dainty southern flower.
When she finally drew close to Robb and Erika, she saw her laughing ridiculously at something he said, as the whore snaked her hand from Robb's arm to his back, dangerously low on his back… Margaery could feel her Stark temper boiling inside her at that sight. While she was a Tyrell in blood, she knew a life at Winterfell had given her a touch of the wolfs-blood and she more mirrored her Stark host family, than her old Grandmother, who would spend half of every year in Winterfell.
However, that anger turned into satisfaction, as she looked to Robb's face and saw only disinterest and boredom. Robb seemed more interested in the wolf-pup in his other arm, than in Erika, and Margaery could feel a smirk growing on her face as she began approaching them from behind. That was until she saw the flower in Erika's hair and heard Erika say in between her dumb giggles "I must thank you again for the flower my Lord. It is beautiful. Don't you think you could get another for your wolf? I'm sure he would look even more adorable with some roses in his fur."
Robb had given her a blue winter rose. Robb only gave Margaery blue winter roses. That was his nickname for her; it had forever been his gift to her. The roses were one of her favorite things in the world; the only thing that connected her real home to her faraway ancestral home of Highgarden. Margaery could feel her stomach dropping and her heart breaking in the same instant, her body staggering back from the blow of his actions. She thought she was going to break down in tears. Margaery would rather have found Robb with Erika pinned against the wall and naked than this. At least then it could be accounted to solely lust, but this…Erika Umber was Robb's winter rose now, not Margaery. She must have let out a disgruntled sigh or cry, for both Robb and Erika turned around to look at her. The whore was eying her suspiciously, but she saw only concern in Robb's eyes. He seemed to be about to speak, when Margaery turned around and began hurrying back into the castle. Tears had begun welling in her eyes and she didn't want to show Robb or that Umber whore that she cared about either of them.
She had nearly made it to the door before she felt a strong hand grab her shoulder.
"Margaery, are you okay?" Robb asked, as she was turned around. She tried to fight the immediate comfort she felt at his touch and the butterflies in her stomach, but she truly couldn't.
"Of course my Lord, why wouldn't I be?" She responded, trying to appear at ease.
"Well you just ran off, you just called me my lord, and your nose is doing that thing where it scrunches up whenever you are upset." He said laughing. She inwardly cursed at how well he knew her, her mind raced as she tried to come up with a good excuse.
"Uhhhh." She managed to let out.
"Uhhhh? Come on, you know I hate seeing my winter rose sad. What's really wrong Margaery?" a smile still across his face. The nickname brought back a myriad of emotions for Margaery and she could only look back at him.
Robb's face slowly became more serious until his smile was replaced with a frown. "Margaery?"
She finally regained her composure and shouted out the first excuse she could think of "Its my moonblood".
Robb started laughing at those words. "Well I wish you would have just continued staring at me. Is it bad or…"
Margaery immediately relaxed, as she could see amusement creep back onto his face. "Its… Its actually my first one, so I wouldn't actually know."
Robb's expression sobered again and he just looked deeply into her eyes. Uncomfortable again Margaery tried to fill the silence "I know I shouldn't complain; every girl should eagerly await their change to womanhood, but it's extremely uncomfortable and… Apologies Robb, you do not want to hear of such-" before she could continue making a fool of herself, Robb pulled her into a swift and powerful hug, knocking her breath out of her. "Obviously I have never had one", she laughed at his jape, "but if you need anything at all, I am here, no matter how awkward it is."
Only he could make her feel so at peace with a few simple words. She nearly forgot about the business with the Umber girl until Margaery heard someone clear their throat behind Robb.
"My lord could we please continue our walk?" Erika Umber asked, her eyes narrowed towards Margaery. Robb left Margaery's embrace and looked back towards the Umber girl. Margaery tried straightening her dress and hiding her blush, as Robb looked concernedly back towards her. Margaery knew Robb needed to perform his lordly duty, no matter how uncomfortable it made her. "Of course Lord Robb will. I thank you for the comfort my Lord and I assure you that all is well." Margaery again turned and began walking away, already in a much better mood.
"Wait!" she heard Robb call out. She turned back to face him and was greeted with his wolf pup being shoved in her face. However, she recovered quickly, as any good lady would "Well hello Greywind."
"You take him for now." Robb told her, then leaned in and whispered "Erika only babies him; he can keep you entertained, while you deal with your little problem" with a large grin on his face. She playfully scoffed and took Greywind into her hands, "Of course my lord. I thank you again."
Robb only smiled and hesitantly took Erika's arm again. As they walked away, he looked over his shoulder towards her with an apologetic glance. She felt her insides warm as she caught his eye. His effect on her was truly remarkable and she couldn't help but continue thinking on the young lord, as she carried Greywind towards her room.
Yet, the closer she drew to her chambers, the more she grew worried. She could barely function when it came to him. She was devastated by even the thought of his spending time with another woman and Margery worried about her every word and action whenever she was around Robb. Margaery would someday be returned to the Reach and Robb would become Lord of Winterfell. She would only be a distant memory to him, a forgotten friend. As much as Margaery loved everything about Robb, she hated that she loved him just as much. She was both a Stark of Winterfell and a Tyrell of Highgarden, a highborn lady. She should not become weak at the knees simply because Robb entered the room; men should become nervous at her presence, not the other way around. Margaery snorted at herself; if her grandmother knew how hopelessly in love she was with Robb, she would knock her about until she saw sense. That was it! She would talk to her grandmother; the Queen of Thrones would know how to get over this silly crush. That's all it is, a silly crush. Yet, as soon as she even thought it, she knew that was a lie. Gods! She needed to reach her grandmother's chambers already.
Margaery hesitated as she finally reached the door to her grandmother's chambers. Well, her chambers whenever she was in Winterfell, which wasn't too often now. While Lady Olenna had stayed throughout the year when Margaery was younger, she had begun staying in Highgarden for longer periods as Margaery aged. Lord Eddard did not heed the Queen of Thorne's words as readily as her son apparently did and Lady Olenna preferred staying wherever she had the most influence. It was a trait Margaery shared with her grandmother; deep beneath her Stark honor and bluntness was a powerful desire for power. While the other Starks had always been painfully honest and straightforward, Margaery had always hid her feelings, not behind coldness like some northmen, but cunning and soothing words. It was one of the few things her grandmother was able to do up in the north. Margaery knew she was of the north, but she could still manipulate as well as most southerners. Her grandmother often said she has a gift for it and it is normally true, except when it comes to Robb. She never could hide her feelings from Robb and she could never make herself manipulate his feelings or his actions. Part of this could be attributed to Robb's ability to alleviate that urge to gain power. Robb listened to her and valued her opinion like no one else. Lord Stark clearly valued Lady Catelyn's opinion and Margaery silently thanked him every day that he had taught his son the value of a woman's opinion. Yet, with Robb it was far different; while Lord Eddard would simply take Catelyn's opinion into consideration, Robb seemed to hold Margaery's opinion over all else. He would sometimes allow her to overrule him; he gave her the power she needed. Obviously, that may all change if Margaery succeeded and married him. A man could easily take the advice of a friend without question, but that of his wife could not be seen outside the typical roles of man and wife in Westeros.
Finally, Margaery was able to knock on the door and await her grandmother's response. "Come in!"
Margaery pushed the door and entered the room. Margaery was unsurprised to find Jon Snow speaking with her grandmother. He had grown closer to his grandmother than Margaery ever had. Margaery had always followed Robb like a lost puppy as a child. Thinking back to it now, it was quite embarrassing. Yet, if she was honest with herself, she had never really stopped following him around like a lost puppy. Gods, she was pathetic; she buried her head in Greywind's fur, attempting to hide herself from her own stupidity.
"Why hello Margaery! How are you this fine day?" her grandmother asked, cheery as ever.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Am I interrupting? I can come back later grandmother." Margaery stated, somewhat unsure of what to do.
"Nonsense. Nothing this fool is saying is worth anything. Do you know what he said Margaery?" Olenna asked, glancing towards Jon Snow, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but in Lady Olenna's presence at this moment. Margaery put on the fake smile that her grandmother loved so much "I haven't the slightest idea grandmother" giving an apologetic glance to Jon.
"He wants to join the night's watch! I thought I had beaten that notion out of him years ago, but here he comes bringing it up again. Hopefully…" she narrowed her eyes towards Jon "I have convinced him otherwise and I won't have to go up to that wall myself and beat him myself."
Jon Snow couldn't even meet her eyes and only looked to the ground, saying "Of course Lady Tyrell. I wouldn't dream of it. I know it was foolish. I just-"
"Good! I don't know if I could have made it up there. I have a hard enough time surviving up here. We wouldn't want you to be the one to put me in my grave, would we Jon Snow?"
"Of course not Lady Tyrell." He managed to stammer out.
"Besides, you will always have a place here. Your brother Robb will be lord of Winterfell one day and the only person he loves more than you is my granddaughter here." Margaery thought she was going to drop dead at those words. What could she possibly mean? Like a sister right? Her grandmother couldn't possibly think Robb loves her? Or maybe she knew Margaery loved him? Gods, she should just leave and go read her book. Lady Olenna continued to berate Jon, "as long as you are with your brother or your father, you will have a place here and if not, then you will have a place in Highgarden with me. Now off with you, I better not hear about this again." She shooed Jon away with those words and Margaery thought she saw a smile pass over both their faces. She didn't know how they had bonded, but it did seem that her grandmother had a great influence over Jon Snow and actually genuinely cared about his wellbeing.
Lady Tyrell turned back to Margaery "Please tell me you don't have some ridiculous idea too, no plans to join the silent sisters?"
"Of course not grandmother!" Margaery replied happily, placing Greywind down on the bed, causing Olenna to nearly jump from her seat.
"Oh! Why do you have that beast in here?" she said, a single eyebrow raised.
"He's not a beast grandmother? He's a direwolf, the sigil of this house. Besides, he would never do me any harm." Margaery said, laughing.
"You truly are one of them, my flowery wolf." Margaery sighed at the nickname; she couldn't tell if it was an insult or a compliment. "And yes, that wolf would never hurt you. Lord Robb would have it skinned alive if it did you harm."
Margaery was taken aback again by this. Her grandmother had twice insinuated Robb's affection for her, what could she know? "Uhhh… I don't think Robb could harm Greywind. He is part of him now."
"Nonsense. Now don't just sit there stammering, what is it?" Olenna asked, one eyebrow still raised. Margaery wasn't sure if that eyebrow ever left her upper forehead.
"Well it's my first moonsblood and I just wanted to get some advice on how to handle it." Margaery managed to lie. She had no idea how she was going to broach the topic of Robb with her grandmother, so she was ultimately trying to delay her grandmother.
Olenna only stared back at her for several moments. "I'm no fool dear. What is it truly? Something must be the matter if you managed to remove yourself from Lord Robb's presence for more than a few moments." Margaery again found herself at a loss for words. How is it that her grandmother could both address exactly what it was Margaery wanted to discuss and completely turn Margaery's mind upside down?
"Well grandmother, I… I" Margaery couldn't think of a lie quick enough before her grandmother once again interrupted her.
Lady Olenna laughed to herself before confusing Margaery even further "So you finally want to admit it to your old grandmother? It has taken you a while my dear."
Margaery knew she should not have come to her grandmother. She was now even more confused and upset. "Admit what grandmother?"
"You love Robb Stark?"
"What? Of course not? Why would you think that?" If it was so obvious, then Margaery did not want to discuss it with her grandmother. "I should return to my chambers, I am sorry to have bothered you grandmother."
"Oh sit down my dear Margaery. As hard as I tried, I could not prevent the Starks from making you embarrassingly honest. Subtlety, though a strong point of us Tyrells, has never been yours my silly girl. You may be able to manipulate these wolves, but in general you are hopelessly straightforward. I have known for many years that you loved that Stark boy."
Margaery put her face in her hands and shook her head. "I haven't the slightest idea of what to do grandmother."
"The same thing any woman should do when they are fond of a powerful and handsome man; bed him and make him yours."
Margaery couldn't stop herself from scoffing "Grandmother! I never said anything about…"
"Oh hush you foolish girl. Lust always comes before love. I am old, that does not mean I am ignorant of the desires of younger women. I was once a young woman too you know."
Margaery couldn't believe she was having this conversation with her grandmother. "It is hardly that simple grandmother and I would hardly say I am foolish!" she argued, her annoyance building.
"Ahh yes, and there is that Stark temper. You really are more wolf than rose. And yes I know, you are hardly an oaf like your Father; I have seen to that. If you did not carry this blind Stark honor, you may have surpassed my cunning. But back to Robb Stark. He is quite handsome. What do you plan on doing?"
"It is not just about him being handsome. He is my best friend. He has honor and bravery; he will be a wonderful lord." Margaery said whimsically, she knew she sounded like a foolish maiden, but she couldn't help it. She truly loved Robb Stark. "And what do you mean what do I plan?"
"Well I thought I taught you better than to blindly fall in love; let alone a man who isn't your, but alas in that too I have failed." She said sighing. "Really Margaery are you not smarter than that?"
"I know grandmother, but I just couldn't help it and now he is with that Erika Umber; I know the GreatJon wants a betrothal for them. I cannot stand it." She admitted, defeated.
"Erika Umber is nothing. Your grandfather was nearly betrothed when I got my hands on him and look at me now. You are a beautiful lady of House Tyrell, the Umber girl is merely an annoyance. Besides, you actually know Robb; an advantage I never had. But again Margaery, what are you going to do? I had always planned arranging a match between you and Robb, but Lord Stark was always so hesitant."
Margaery had not expected that. "You. You've been planning this?" she questioned, genuinely uncertain of what her grandmother would say next.
"Love? I never planned love. That is why you must make the plan now. If you simply craved his position and his name, then that I could help you with. Lady of Winterfell is a very respectable position for any Lady; it would have been a fine accomplishment. You are only luck I am here and not your father. My idiot son probably would have tried to make you queen. But now that you managed to fall in love with him and act like a blushing, idiot maiden, it is now ultimately up to you."
Margaery had grown impatient with her grandmother speaking in circles and she finally shouted "But I don't know! He thinks me like a sister!"
Olenna began laughing before standing and walking towards Margaery's side. "If you really think that, then you are a bigger fool than your father. You are a beautiful woman Margaery."
"I am hardly the next Cersei Lannister grandmother."
"True. But you are pretty nonetheless. Robb Stark may be many things to you, but he is first off a man and that thing dangling between his legs still controls his every thought. Get a hold of that and see if he truly thinks you like a sister-"
Margaery stood up and walked towards the door at these words, interrupting her saying "I will not seduce him like one of Theon's whores. I want to be his wife and his love, not a place to wet "That thing between his legs," finishing wryly.
"Well then you truly have only one option." Margaery perked up. "You must tell him." Her hope quickly dissipated and put her face back in her hands, sighing.
"Why would I do that if he doesn't think the same of me. It would only seek to embarrass me; I would barely be able to stand his presence if he were to know."
"The Starks see only on the surface sweet Margaery." Olenna said, lifting Margaery's chin so as she could look into her eyes "They are an honorable, kind, and compassionate family, but they cannot see anything which is hidden to them. The boy will never know or even recognize you as a beddable woman unless you tell him. If he still thinks you a sister after you reveal your affections, then you are better off without him; he would not be very bright."
"I don't think I can take that risk Grandmother. I don't know what I would do without his friendship." Margaery admitted, feeling lost.
"Well then keep wallowing you silly girl." She stated dismissively "Now come; we must prepare for the king's arrival. We cannot have you dressed in that boring grey garb you call a dress."
Margaery looked down at her current garb. She thought it was fairly stylish; it complimented her natural curves well. "This is only a northern style grandmother! It is normal."
"But you are a lady of house Tyrell; you are far from normal and if you want your Stark boy to begin noticing that you are a woman instead of a sister than a new southern dress cold truly do the job. Now help an old woman to the door. We have work to do."
Margaery could only follow her grandmother, as she walked to the door. She certainly didn't need her help and Margaery wasn't sure if her grandmother had even been any help to her. Margaery felt no better than before and she definitely had no more of a plan than before, which was to say… nothing.