Prompts: Cat, Dark, Dragon, Tea, Whisper

Cat

"What about this one?" Margaery knelt by the cage of a large, fluffy Persian cat with dirty white fur. "Oh, it's only six months old!"

Sansa looked at the kitten. It didn't particularly tug at her heart - she preferred dogs - but it did look sweet. "Does it shed? I'd hate for the apartment to be covered in fur."

Margaery scoffed at her. "All cats shed. Besides, I'd be the one to brush it and everything," she reminded her girlfriend. Sansa had reluctantly agreed to adopting a cat, provided Margaery cared for it.

"It is cute," Sansa conceded. "Alright."

Dark

It was dark, and dank. This had not been part of the Tyrells' plan.

So many things had not been part of their plan: Sansa being married off to Tyrion, Loras getting so badly injured, and Margaery being locked away, accused of treason.

Margaery had a lot of things to think about, all along up there. She dwelled on what they might've done wrong; she obsessed over ways she could possibly escape and then shot them down.

And on the darkest days, when she was wallowing in her despair and nothing could bring her out, she thought of Sansa Stark.

Dragon

Rumors lived, rumors that a Targaryen girl was alive. Rumors that she was coming to take Westeros.

Tales of dragons had always frightened Sansa, but she had taken comfort in the knowledge that they were dead. If they weren't...

She confided this in Margaery as they walked in the garden, hidden from all by the flowers.

"Daenerys Targaryen..." Margaery mused. "She's younger than me."

"And they say she has three dragons."

Margaery laughed. She paused at Sansa's stricken expression. Taking Sansa's hands, she laced their fingers together and kissed her on both cheeks, then the mouth. "Don't worry, my love."

Tea

This was odd. Sansa wasn't relaxed, exactly - she was never relaxed these days - but there was the slightest feeling of safety, unlike anywhere else in King's Landing.

She looked at Olenna and Margaery Tyrell, sipping their tea. The old woman scared her, and Margaery puzzled her. This girl was barely older than her, but she carried herself like a woman.

And she was very beautiful. All the Tyrells were, but Margaery especially. Her long, soft brown hair that tumbled over her shoulders gracefully, her half-smile that was at once taunting, unsettling, and tempting.

Yes, this was certainly odd.

Whisper

People at Court talked about the latest fashions and upcoming weddings, but their favorite topic was those whispers about affairs.

There was no shortage of these during King Robert's reign. But now that he was dead, there was nowhere near as much gossip as people needed.

Until Margaery arrived. One kitchen maid whispered to another, "There was someone in Margaery Tyrell's room last night."

"No, she's betrothed to the king! She couldn't risk getting pregnant."

The maid's voice dropped even lower. "But it wasn't a man. It was His Majesty's previous betrothed - Sansa Stark."

"No!"

That kept them alive.

I'm working my way through these! I hope to be caught up by the end of Monday. I actually came up with all of these myself, for once... three cheers for effort! Review if my effort was sufficient =)