Sights passed by quickly- the music filled her head, she didn't mind, and could tell by the sudden rush of green that she saw that they had left the Crownlands.

"All of the Reach is fairly green. Both energy wise and quite literally. I hope you like it here, Sansa." Margaery smiled at her, and Sansa nodded to the music.

"Me too." Sansa didn't make any promises, and she still wondered how the girl who was driving meant her words of "I love you."

As Margaery sped down the straight road, Sansa wondered how it would go. She had never met Margaery's parents- and Margaery never had the chance to meet hers.

She worried as Young Volcanoes started. Margaery's singing along helped somehow- and she calmed a bit as Margaery told her that it will be fine.

"Tyrion Lannister promised to help me get Winterfell back. Legally." Sansa blurts out, unsure how Margaery would take it. She didn't look surprised, Sansa was relieved.

Margaery had known of the friendship between the two, but she wasn't sure how good of friends they were. She knew he had helped her in a few situations and she's seen one of them. He was very protective of Sansa.

"I trust Tyrion. He's the only Lannister I like." Sansa said. Margaery nodded.

"Highgarden has an hour earlier time difference. And a room has been set up for you. It's next to mine, and Loras and Renly are close as well. Have you met Renly?" Margaery asked.

"No, I haven't." Sansa answered and Margaery explained Renly.

"We were to be engaged. But he wasn't in love with me, he was in love with Loras. He still is. I didn't love him in that way either, so it worked out well. They might get married soon- and I hope we can see the wedding. I think, that they'll go to the Stormlands afterwards. It's Renly's to look after, and his brother Stannis is dying. I met Stannis once, he wasn't particularly nice, but I wouldn't wish his fate on anyone."

"Even Joffrey?" Sansa asked, thinking of the boy who made her life a living hell.

"I might wish it on Cersei or Joffrey." Margaery admitted.

"I would too." Sansa said, her voice firm.

They listened to the last song and Sansa found happiness in it. Margaery smiled to herself as she sped through roads. They went through another album (Lungs, Margaery told her as she pressed a few buttons), and slowed down as they went through cities and towns- warm air rushed through the car as Margaery rolled the windows down. The lights were bright-the cities and towns were covered in green, roses, ivy, honeysuckle and trees- Sansa adored the trees and the marigolds and and all of the colors of all of the plants she couldn't name- and even the air smelled better- much better than the pollution and political dirt smell of the Crownlands.

Sansa drifted for half an album, something quieter- a different band she forgets to ask the name of (Lorde, Margaery told her later) but she slept well-almost as well as Winterfell well-better than the few nights she fell asleep by Tyrion and Shae-when they were exhausted- sprawled out on Tyrion's couches-there had been a few nights like that. She thought about that as she looked at Margaery when she woke up-as a familiar- sentimental song called Little Wonders played.

It strikes her then- listening to the quiet song in the all blue and black interior of the sports car- that what they're doing is technically illegal. A laugh bubbled up and escaped her throat. It's the most risky thing she's ever done- she's always been one to follow the rules- and Margaery glanced at her and smiles and her feelings for Margaery became untangled.

Sansa might have been in love with her and she thought that might be okay as they sang along to the song- and they began to see large hedges and roses of every color- especially yellow. She smiled as Margaery told her- that this was Highgarden- there was even more green everywhere- and she was giddy as they went through the city and when people noticed it was Margaery- they smiled. They smiled at Sansa, because- she was with Margaery. And she had the odd urge to hold Margaery's hand. Sansa took it in- she might be there for a while- and she loved it. It was a lovely place- and a few petals of a purple tree were blown into the car- and Sansa smiled widely. It made Margaery smile too.

And as they pulled into a large circular drive- Sansa noticed the giant estate that must be the Tyrell's. Margaery parked and pushed a trunk button, and there were people who come out to take their bags- and Sansa sees two people standing by the door.

One of them was a woman who looked like Margaery- but not quite- and a plump, brown haired man.

Margaery got out, leaving the keys and opened Sansa's door. Sansa had a bit of an alarmed look- one she wanted to take away. Sansa walked next to her- somewhat anxiously as Margaery introduced her parents and remembered that she was wearing a wig.

"Nice to meet you." Her father said, and shook her hand. Her mother did the same- and they looked at Margaery.

"How was King's Landing?" Her father asked.

"Boring, other than Sansa here." Margaery told them, and remembered Sansa's wig.

"What was Joffrey like?" Her mother asked her daughter.

Margaery made the face that Sansa had seen her make when she was dealing with a delicate situation.

"He's a terrible person, isn't he?" Her mother asked.

Sansa and Margaery both nodded.

"Some of the things he did to you-" She broke off.

"Let's just say there's no lost love for Lannisters here." Her husband finishes. Margaery could see Sansa's flushed face. Sansa hadn't known that Joffrey's stunts were public.

"We heard through someone. His mother has been keeping him out of the press. The only article we saw on you was that his mother became your legal guardian." Margaery's mother said.

"She didn't have a choice, Mother." Margaery defended.

"I thought so. We met that Lannister woman when she was married to Renly's brother. She was dreadful." Her father told them.

"She hadn't changed at all?" Her mother inquired.

The younger two shook their heads.

"Not surprising." Was all her mother said as she opened the door.

Her daughter and the Stark she loved entered the building and the Tyrell parents entered after them. Margaery shut the door and helped Sansa take off the wig.

"Your hair is beautiful." Margaery's mother complimented.

In the light of the elegant entryway- Sansa saw that the Tyrells were wearing green- their family colors. Sansa wondered why Margaery wore blue for a second before saying,

"Thank you."

"Sansa and I are tired. Goodnight." Margaery told them, and Sansa repeated the last word before she followed Margaery. They walked through a hall, and then a door, another hallway and Sansa didn't take very much of it in- she had been looking at Margaery, who still held the wig in her left hand.

Margaery opened a door with an M on it, and Sansa took in a large room. There wasa large bed with a green comforter in the corner diagonal to the door, bookshelves full of titles she hadn't heard of were right by the door- a computer she recognized as a bigger version of the Tyrell girl's laptop- was on a desk next to the bed- and she had a few strategically placed couches at the end of the room away from her bed. There's two doors next to each other parallel to the door that they just walked to on the opposite wall.

Margaery's bags are by her bed.

"Do you want me to show you your room?" Margaery asked, after she put the wig away.

"Sure." Sansa replied.

They leave the room, the and Margaery didn't bother shutting her door. She opened the door to Sansa's room and pushed it open. The walls are gray- and she loved it. It was simpler version of Margaery's room- with less decorations- and a computer. There is a Stark banner on the wall- hanging next to the bed. Margaery didn't anticipate Sansa's hug- and was almost crushed. She knew it would have an emotional value to it- and she wanted to make Sansa happy- but she had no idea it would get that reaction out of her.

"Thank you." Sansa told her.

"You're welcome." Margaery replied.

Sansa let go, and Margaery left her so they could both unpack. When Sansa knocked a few minutes after to borrow her phone to call Tyrion, she handed it over after she put it on the call function. Sansa thanked her and left to her room.

"Hello?" She heard a sleepy voice- and she remembered that it was later there in King's Landing than in Highgarden- and she responded,

"It's me. Sansa."

"Sansa?" Tyrion asked sleepily.

She heard Shae's voice in the background and then she heard Shae too.

"Are you in Highgarden?" The older woman asked.

"Yes. I am. I am safe, and the Tyrells have been very nice." She answered.

"Good. We are glad. We will try to call again tomorrow-" Sansa heard a female yawn- and then,

"Tyrion's asleep again and I'm close to that too. Goodnight, Sansa."

They said goodbye and hung was about to check on Sansa when she heard a knock at her door. She opened it to see Sansa, in pajamas, with Margaery's phone in hand.

"I can't sleep." The red head confessed.

"I can't either." The brunette admitted.

"Can I come in?" Sansa asked.

"Yeah, of course." Margaery answered and opened the door for the younger girl. The lights had been dimmed and there were a few candles burning- filling the air with a sweet smell. Sansa returned the phone and Fall Out Boy was playing quietly. Margaery sat on her bed, and gestured for Sansa to do the same. Sansa asked the question that had been bothering her for two days. Technically, three.

"What did you mean when you said you loved me? Was it like as friends or like in love- I was just wondering because-"

And Margaery leaned in, towards her, and kissed her as Alone Together began to play. Sansa kissed her back, surprised- and smelled Margaery's flowery perfume and the sweet smelling candles and she pulled back, looked the Tyrell in her warm eyes- and declared, "I love you too."

Margaery pulled her back down to the kiss and Sansa smiled into it.