This chapter is written for LJ valar-morekinks meme.

Prompt: House Swap- Margaery/Sansa, Margaery as a Stark and Sansa as a Tyrell.


Sansa Tyrell

"Why does it have to be Joffrey Baratheon? Why can't I just marry Robb Stark?" Sansa asked after listening to the arguments of her parents and grandmother.

The three of them stopped talking and turned their eyes on her, she bit her lip in process and she can see her grandmother raising her eyebrow. It was the first time she spoke her concern after years of letting her Father and Grandmother manipulate her life, her Father was the one who pushed her to marry Renly and now that she's finally widowed they are looking for another potential husband, another King.

And they want her to marry Joffrey Baratheon! The boy king whom she heard was as cruel and mad as the last Targaryen King. Her Mother had voiced her thoughts about this after they heard some reports that the boy enjoys hurting his betrothed, Margaery Stark, whenever her brother's army wins against the Lannisters but her Father was adamant with his plan.

She swallowed hard and stared at her hands, she had never done this before, what if they won't listen to her?

"I… well, you have heard Renly. Joffrey is not a Baratheon but a bastard to Cersei and Jaime Lannister, he had no claim on the Iron Throne, while Robb, he is a trueborn Stark, a King crowned by his people and he seems to be winning this war." She said in so much haste that she doubt if they heard her well.

There was a long silence in the room after her speech and she was nervous that they won't consider her words; she really doesn't want to marry Joffrey. She hasn't meet Robb Stark yet and she had no idea what he is like but from what they have gathered, he was a good leader and his subjects loved and respected him.

Finally her grandmother spoke, "She has a point. Robb Stark will make a better husband than the Lannister boy. Perhaps he'll also be a fine King."

"But he's already betrothed to a Frey! And you know how Starks and Tullys are, they take their oaths seriously!" Her Father disagreed.

Olenna Tyrell snorted, "Oaths can be broken and the Freys can be easily dealt with, do you really want to marry your daughter to that bastard?"

"No but…"

"Then we must prepare to meet the Starks." Her Grandmother cut him off. "But before that, we need to get them a gift, something that could ensure their agreement to this alliance."

"What kind of gift is that, Grandmother?" She asked curiously.

Olenna Tyrell stared at her with a knowing smile on her lips, "We need to get Margaery Stark out of the capitol."


Margaery Stark (Set during the Riot in Kingslanding)

She was about to turn towards the alley to find a hiding place when an arm suddenly snaked around her waist and a large hand covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming. Fear crept in her chest and she tried to struggle free, what if this person was one of those men chasing her?

She can feel the blood rushing in her ears and her heart beating heavily as the person dragged her away. She thought of the possible things she can do to escape, perhaps she should bite him in the hand or maybe step on his foot.

"Hush Lady Margaery, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help."

As soon as she heard that voice all her thoughts and fears went away. She stop moving and the hand that covered her mouth dropped. She quickly turned to see the face of Ser Loras Tyrell who still looked so handsome despite his shabby clothing. It was already a long time ago when she first meet him at the Tourney of the Hand, when her Father was still alive and she remembered him giving her a rose and complimenting her beauty at the event, and up until now she can still remember what he looked like.

"Ser Loras?" She whispered in surprised, her brows furrowed as she stared at him.

The knight hushed her again, "It's a long story but I'll try to explain once we get out of here."

There were a lot of questions that she wants to ask him but now the idea of getting out of King's Landing and be free of Joffrey were the only things that mattered in her mind.

"But where are you taking me?" She asked as she trailed behind him.

"I'm taking you to Riverrun." Ser Loras answered. "To your brother and Mother."


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