Margaery's wedding is quieter, a little less grand out of respect for Joffrey. Sansa is next to Loras and Olenna, who are both lovely and kind, but Sansa quietly watches Margaery. There is no one to take her away now. All of her hope is spread between her husband and Margaery. It's a warm day, her dress is very long and graceful-and she feels cold. She wonders what Robb looked like on his wedding day. She wonders what her mother thought as she was marrying her father. Tyrion is next to her, and it's a little reassuring. Not very much though, as cake was passed around.