Finally a new chapter!
I didn't really want to start another point of view but I love this chick so much that I decided to break my own rules and go for it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing Margaery Tyrell-soon-to-be-Baratheon first of her name.
(I had to play around with the Starks, even though I love the Howard/Peggy-friendship, I had to swap it here because Howard is from Olenna's generation and Tony from Peggy's/Jaimie's/Bucky's/Nat's/Ned's etc.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel nor GOT.

Highgarden, 280 A.C.

Margaery (Peggy)

"Well my darling, you know what you have to do."

It was not a question and Margaery Tyrell, called Peggy by her family and close friends, knew it instantly. She had spent far too much time with her mother not to notice the telltale signs, even though she was fairly certain Olenna was giving them on purpose. The Lady of Highgarden had far too great a talent for masking her feelings and far too cunning a spirit to do anything without reason. Sometimes Peggy wasn't even sure whether her mother loved her for who she was, or rather for the purpose she could serve. For all the "potential", as Olenna called it. She didn't solely mean her looks or charme or elegance with it - no, it was far more than that. It was young Margaery's cleverness, quick thinking, wit, a biting tongue, much talent for acting and an iron will. She was like a young Olenna, maybe even better. Therefore, from all of her children Peggy was the one who should help to build up a legacy, a legacy like nobody had ever seen or even imagined possible. Something new and exiting. Something powerful. Something that could destroy but also save lives. A shield of sorts. A protection. For Highgarden first, of course, for other noble families second, for the smallfolk - well, they would always be the first to die, but if one could save them, why not. That was at least the general input on that matter that Peggy had received from her mother over the years. She herself disagreed, the people were her first concern.

"Just a girl's fantasy" - that was what her father said.
"We shouldn't concern ourselves with this" - that was what her sisters said.
"Everything comes with a price daughter and somebody has to pay it" - that was what her mother said.
"You have a good heart my Lady, I wish there were more people like you" - that was what her servant said.
"Dream on Peggy, this will never work" - that was what her cousin said.

"The world is full of evil and lies and pain and death and you can't hide from it; you can only face it. The question is, when you do, how do you respond? Who do you become?" - This was what her teacher had told her one day, one of the very few people who also knew about Lady Tyrell's plans for the world. Peggy had decided to live by that motto, to face everything head on, not to shy away from confrontation.

"Compromise as much as you can, if you can't, don't." It might not be the most impressive mantra, but for her, it was true.

And now, she also knew what needed to be done (aside from marrying Stannis Baratheon. Oh, how she dreaded this. The man was not only hard as a stone, mercyless and cruel, but also boring. Sometimes Peggy wondered whether it might not have been nicer to be engaged to her cousin Tony, but as soon as this obnoxious, precocious adult-child opened his mouth again, she knew why she was happy that she wasn't. Besides, being a Baratheon would grant her much more influence than being the wife of the Dornish' princess illegitimate son and brother to Doran, Oberyn and Elia Martell. The father had been some Tyrell uncle of Margaery's which had fallen into the woman's arms on a visit to Dorne.
Now, the young woman had to somehow convince the Starshields to join their project and not to tell Tywin Lannister about it, there would be war if any of this came out. Why her mother had picked the Starshields however was easy to see.
They were seated in the Westerlands, strategically useful. They were connected to the Lannisters, but not exactly Lannisters. They were not truly rich, so they might be swayed by money. Or, even better, if they were really as idealistic as the information said, they would be a good ally. Ser Steven was charming, he could be helpful in this regard.
As a bonus they had two Lannister bastard girls staying with them, some of the knights escorting her would definitely look out for them. Maybe even Tony. He had probably slept with every girl in Highgarden (every girl that wasn't family, leave that to the Lannisters) at least once. It was an enigma to Margaery what they liked about him - well, he was good-looking, that was true, but this arrogance!
He was a good fighter, but not the best, he wasn't even knighted yet but spending more time with inventing - whatever he was inventing - and hanging around with the Smiths at the armoury. He drank to much and smoked to much and whored too much and all in all just was too much of everything.

"Yes mother, I am well aware," she answered, coming back to the present, "everything is packed so we can leave tomorrow, early. I have already checked with the kitchen so that they have food prepared at the appropriate time."

"Alright. You did well, Peggy." Olenna seemed to consider saying more, but apparently decided to keep whatever it was to herself. "You may go now girl."

After a quick curtsy, Peggy walked out of the room as fast as proper. After getting down two flights of stairs, she ended in a corridor quite obviously not intended for nobility. The walls were not decorated with fine tapestries but bland grey stone with the occasional torch and small window. Without hesitation, the young woman knocked firmly against a door. Nobody answered. She tried again, with the same result. Rolling her eyes, Margaery turned around, marching back the way she had come. The palace was bustling, everywhere there were servants preparing this or that and asking for orders. It took her far longer than she would have liked to reach the training yard of the guards where some knights were actually practicing. As soon as they saw her, they ceased in their fights to bow, before lounging at each other again. Peggy didn't give them much attention, only a court nod. She was looking for somebody in particular, somebody who had the ability to disappear like a ghost when they didn't want to be found. Which, to be honest, was most of the time. Life in Highgarden was not exactly easy for people who were so...different. So special and still so formidable.
Jealousy and fear would make comrades cruel, very cruel.

"Looking for someone?"

Only years of practice kept the young Tyrell from shrieking as the shadows suddenly spoke. Just a second later a figure was pushing themselves off the wall where they had been leaning against, undetectable and silent.

"For you, actually," Peggy answered raising an eyebrow at the woman in front of her.

She was short, even shorter than Peggy, and petite. With her olive skin and the almond-shaped eyes, she had an exotic beauty, underlined by the long, sleek black face made it impossible to make assumptions about her age - most days one would have assumed her to be in her early to mid-twenties, but then there were the days when she suddenly looked centuries old. It was the eyes, probably, eyes that had already seen too much. No matter what people called her, the woman always carried herself with a calm air of confidence, only talking if absolutely necessary. To most people, she was cold as ice, but she bestowed some little signs of affection on Peggy - from time to time. She repayed them in kind - from time to time. Over the years they had formed a sort of companionship, kept apart by social status, age difference and the mystery that surrounded the woman who was called "May" or "Lady May" on official occasions. There wasn't much known about her other than that her roots layed in an influential family in Yi Ti. She spoke several languages, Dothraki and Valyrian among them. Neither her or the two men she had arrived with at Highgarden all those years ago had ever told the Tyrells her given name, even those three close companions seemed to call each other only by family names - May, Coulson and Fury.

"Fury has been looking for you, he has been quite annoyed your dear mother has occupied so much of your time. Apparently he wants to discuss things with you," May answered unimpressed, "I am to take you on a training ride and we are to meet him and Coulson next to the river."

Peggy felt herself getting excited. What kind of plot could require such secrecy? And especially in regard of her mother, who was usually the main collaborator with Fury.

"I have your horse already saddled, so we are ready to go," May added, calling over a stable boy and ordering him to bring the two horses.

While Peggy owned a toffee brown, reliable mare, May controlled her tall, black stallion with an ease that reminded Peggy of the tales of the Dothraki. Nobody gave them a second look when they left the Yard and followed the cobble road towards the Meadows outside Highgarden. The river May had been referring to was Tiny, unimportant but for the Farmers, but a good meeting place. Two other men where already present and waiting when they arrived. While one only nodded towards both women, the other one gave a correct bow towards Peggy.

"Lady Margaery, I am glad you are here," he said, his voice friendly and calming.

Coulson was the total contrast to May and Fury, one dark and calm and brooding and the other one dark and snarky and for some reason always a bit… shady. The brown-haired man on the contrary made Margaery feel save, an illusion probably, a dangerous one, but nevertheless had he charmed her. She liked him and over the years she had (stupidly) started to trust him.

As soon as they had gotten off the horses, Fury came to the point.

"We need the Starshields, as your mother has probably told you. And keep Sand in line. Coulson and May are coming with you, they will try and help. Why I wanted to you to meet me here and what I am not going to tell your mother - I want you to pay special attention to the girls. The Hill girls, Barbara and Carol. Not only as potential brides, but as potential fighters. I have heard rumours, also concerning Maryah Starshield, and I want to know whether they are true. Around the same time you are passing through, other parties will be there, too. Barnes from the North, I think, that one-armed knight. See whether he might be an ally. Or his sister, that bastard who the second Stark son has run away with. The brother of your future sister-in-law Lyanna Stark, Lady Margaery not-so-long-Tyrell-anymore. If we want this Shield to work, we have to know everything, understood?"

Thank you for reading!