Chapter 2
Highgarden is their sacred place, they are so lucky to be there when less than a month ago they were barely escaping the explosion of the Sept. They made it out alive, deeply scared, but alive. Their father did not. He burned in the wildfire. If it wasn't for Loras and his burst of chevalery near the end, for Margaery's vicious grip on his arm sparking his brotherhood out of the ashes, making him le want to protect his sister, punch the sparrows to get out, they would be dead too.
Margaery remembers the smell and the ring in her ears. And the heat. So much heat. She remembers the heat most of all. Her flesh remembers very well. It doesn't let her sleep. Sometimes, she can still smell the fire eating at her body. It doesn't help that she didn't have time to heal properly, they have been on the run ever since. Cercei Lannister is a formidable oponent, the Queen Mother wouldn't have hesitate to kill her and her brother with the excuse of the chaos to cover it up. King's Landing was never a safe place to begin with, but now with the High Sparrow and his congregation dead in such a brutal blind fashion, Cercei was wild and vicious, she would have killed them on sight.
Sore, burned, in the haze of the blast, Margaery didn't have it in her to plot, to think, to prepare a counter move. She was wounded and weak, spread on the streets with only her brother as keeper, and Loras was in no shape to fight, nevermind contemplate what to do in their situation. So, Margaery, all alone, skin screaming for the flesh she lost in the fire, clothes torned and breathing sharp, did the only thing she thought in the chaos. Run to her grandmother. Olenna. Her shelter, her guide, her ferocious protector.
Chekmate.
Something snaped in her at that moment, laying on the dirty street. Her pride diseappeared. She didn't care much for the throne anymore, in fact, she didn't know why she was there, in the capital, away from her family and her land. Away from everything she cared for. Away from home. Laying on the ground, it didn't make sense. Maybe it was the shock blurring her mind, making her confused, maybe it was the fire finally consuming her pride, for she could only think of home. Home. That's where she went.
Under the desguise of her injuries, and after scarring her brother even more by burning his forehead from the shamefull trace of his farce of a trial, they managed to leave. On that time, Margaery was gratefull for Loras, for it would have been impossible for a single woman to travel by herself without trouble. They passed as a couple fleeting the war, and slowly, so very slowly, they made it to Highgarden.
Strangely enough the travel to get home is what changed Margaery the most.
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A/N
As you can guess by now, this story starts at the end of season 6, Margaery and Loras escaped the exlosion