She hit the bark of the tree with her palm, breathing heavily.
"What's my prize?"
"You don't play fairly." Margaery pretended to be shocked. Sansa smiled and Margaery thought of how lovely she was.
"Your prize is that you get to pick the pomegranates we'll eat for lunch." Margaery told her. Seeing Sansa's face, she broke her serious expression.
"You get the extra lemon cake I packed. I'll pick the pomegranates. I can tell which ones will be sweeter than the others." Margaery told her. She watched the Tyrell, so in tune with nature, especially there-but it seemed a little-isolated. Sansa almost jumped when she heard a twig break.
"Don't worry. There's a guard tower not too far from our picnic place. They can look but can't hear us." Margaery informed her, and two pomegranate were in her hands. She handed Sansa one, and they walked back, Margaery's arm looped in hers again. Sometimes Sansa felt odd without Margaery's arm in hers.
They slip off their shoes and lay on the blanket, and Margaery slowly gets out the food. There's bread, cheese, wine and of course, lemon cakes and the pomegranates they picked.
They lay there, eating and pointing at clouds.
Sansa thought of how much she liked Margaery. And she wished that she could marry her. The words almost came out,
But they didn't and Margaery had no idea. No idea at all. Why would she? She was to be married soon and their days of giggling and sewing together in the afternoon, and picnics would end. Her days of Margaery would end.
So Sansa stayed there, next to her, until Margaery decided to it was time to go back, and Sansa was filled with dread at the idea of having to watching Margaery marry Renly Baratheon, and move to the s Stormlands, Storm's End. So far away from her haven of Highgarden where she was safe, and as a Tyrell ward.
It was not her place to be miserable. Sansa told herself.
Not her place, she told herself, as Margaery handed her pomegranate seeds on the long walk back.
FINIS