A/N: When you underestimate the story and it evolves to a potential 7chs and your laziness is not looking forward to it :/
The last time Margaery's father had booked a room it had looked like the setting from Bates Motel. At least Renly had a keen eye for decent rooms. Margaery liked her spacious room even with the giant bear fur blanket. According to Renly all the animal hides were genuine gifts from the Boltons. It smelled like pine tree Febreze and there were winter woods painted on the wall so the room was cool. She settled her luggage on the floor and took out her makeup pouch, her laptop, and her emoji stress ball.
A steamy shower was exactly what Margaery needed to get her thinking. All her best thinking came when she was showering. The pretty girl, Sansa Stark, was definitely staring at her boobs and then turned away blushing when Margaery's face broke into a smirk. It was either that or she was innocently admiring Margaery's chest. Renly wasn't much help when it came to investigating, he scarcely recalled her short lived relationship with two boys that ended badly, but she was a romantic and openly supported Renly when he was single and courting Loras.
Margaery wasn't the type to blurt and shout her sexuality, unlike Renly and Loras who paraded it around. When Randyll Tarly, a hard man that Loras quietly despised, commented that gays should be discreet about their business Margaery had taken the advice even as Loras seethed and clamped his jaw. Poor Sam had an apology in his eyes and Randyll only shut up when grandmother bluntly told him to. Margaery thought this could be a great opportunity to connect with another girl and take her mind out of her other worries.
How to advance without alarming her if she's straight though? She didn't bring her gay aesthetics wardrobe, no snapback, no flannel, not even her rainbow colored bracelet. Casually slipping in that she plays softball won't blip in Sansa's radar. Is American gay culture and Canadian gay culture even alike? How does she signal a Canadian woman that she's flirting and not just being friendly?
"Ugh," she moans. "Boys are and have it so much easier." She examines the tip of her fingers and decides she's been contemplating long enough. When she gets out of the sparkling, foggy bathroom her skin gets goosebumps and she pulls the towel tighter around her.
"Where did I place my blower and curling iron?" She mumbles. The first step to attraction is looking physically appealing.
After drying her hair and letting the iron warm for a moment, she carefully picks her clothing for the day. When she's happy that it will turn heads she grabs the iron.
"Margaery!" Renly bursts in with Loras behind him and if Margaery wasn't used to him barging in she would have accidentally burned her face.
"I looked the door," she states.
"And I opened it. YouTube is handy," Loras chirps and falls into her hairy bed. "We just found out the coolest thing. Are you curling your hair?"
"What am I holding," she replies snidely.
"Prepare to thank me!" Renly grins. "I snooped a little and found my brothers room. I went there to chat and dearest Shireen told me she was going to go meet a wolf. Sansa owns a wolf. I thought they were freaking pups but they legit domesticated a pack of wolves...more or less. According to the brochure Sansa's is the best behaved. There's an enormous room just for people that don't want to go outside like Loras. There's a ramp!"
"That is impressive and I like flirting with danger," and here Margaery thought she only had to worry about the girl and her parents." That's pretty hot. I have to step up my game."
"You can charm the pants and panties out of anyone," Renly maneuvers to help her with her locks. "Are you going for saint or seductress?" He grabs his iron.
"Here's when I tune you both out," Loras turns on the t.v and covers his ears.
"I don't only have two faces," she rolls her eyes. "I'm going to be my usual charming self and see what kind of responses I get. However, with the limited information you gave me-"
"I haven't seen her in years!" Renly defends himself.
"-And with the short time frame I have to work with I'll have to be bold so I ca-"
"Get laid," he finishes for her and she laughs.
"Why are you like this! Is sex the only thing you have in your mind?"
"Sex and power. I know it's in yours?," Renly shoots back. "We have so much things in common! If only I were straight and you straighter than bendy."
"Gross, not even then. You're like my brother and this is a vacation," she reminds him. "I intend to enjoy myself with a pretty girl. Disconnect from my exhausting D.C mindset and have fun."
"You right. I'm going annoy the hell out of my brother!"
Everyone, minus Olenna who stayed behind, was excited about checking out the wolves. They were in disbelief that the Stark children had managed to tame wild animals.
"They were tiny pups last time I was here," Renly admitted. "I've always wanted to hunt a wolf."
"Renly, please don't stick your hand anywhere it doesn't want," Willas told him. "I'm sure it's illegal to hunt them and I'm not going to bail you out of jail."
"I want to go dog sledding with them," Garlan pushes Willas to the elevator.
"Margaery...why do you look so pretty?" Willas asks.
"I'm always pretty," Margaery responds and keeps a neutral smile on her face.
"Yeah, but today you're killing it," Willas frowns.
"Both dearest Loras and Marg like to impress and woo themselves," Renly shrugs and Loras smirks.
"Keep going and I'm going to see if I can catch the handsome boy ginger," Loras urges him.
"Sure. Invite him over once you succeed," Renly answers cheekily.
"Guys. We're here. Don't embarrass me," Willas rolls away when they passed the double doors.
Margaery scanned the area below and only two Starks were there, thankfully one of them was Sansa Stark. Her red hair was untidy from skiing earlier and a rosy tint appeared on her face when she saw them. Garlan waved, eyes zooming in on the wolves and Sansa stood up but the boy lied on the floor as the wolves licked his face.
"There's only two. Where's the rest of the pack," Garlan asks aloud.
"The rest are a little unruly to strangers," Sansa gestures them over and one of the wolves stalks over to Sansa. "And they prefer to be outside. I'm Sansa Stark, this is my brother Bran. We saw each other earlier."
"I could never forget a lovely face like yours!" Renly sprouted quicker then Margaery could form a good response.
Sansa eyeroll was only half done and she gave an exasperated( but cute in Margery's opinion) huff.
"Are they dangerous?" Loras eyes the wolves and they eye him right back.
"They're wolves," the boy on the floor answers. "Mine is Summer, that one is Sansa's Lady."
"Cute," Willas comments and Summer jogs up to him. Loras and Garlan tense up but the wolf sniffs at Willas wheelchair with curiosity.
"Don't worry she does that to everyone that comes in a wheelchair. She's making sure nobody is steeling my ride," Bran points to an abandon wheelchair facing the wall.
"Neat, Margaery do you..." Garlan's voice trails off and the rest of the boys turn to see their sister on the floor grinning and cuddling with a giant silver-grey wolf, Sansa beside her looking smitten.
"What a beautiful girl she is," Margaery chuckles, running her hand over Lady's coat.
"I trained her myself. She rarely misbehaves. Do you like animals?" Sansa asks next to her.
"I like birds, horses, and cats more to be honest. Then again, I've never had the chance to play with a wolf before," Margaery lets the wolf nuzzle her shoulder. Sansa looks over to Renly and then looks away, her cheeks coloring quickly and she scoots back a little.
"Want to take a picture with them?" Bran suggests and Summer goes back over to him.
"Hell yeah!" Renly cheers.
Willas slides of his chair and sits next to Bran. "Summer, lay down for a picture," Bran commands and Summer nudges between them and rests its head on Willas thighs.
"Can I?" His hand hovers over the dogs head unsure.
"Go ahead. He won't bite," Bran promises and Willas does so gently. "You guys too!" Bran tells them. "Lady is more wary of males."
"Lady remembers me, doesn't she?" Renly says and Sansa shrugs. "No female can resist me."
"Nobody can," Sansa giggles, wrapping her arm around Lady and Margaery shares her smile.
"Best not risk it, Loras," Margaery says, hands scratching Lady's neck.
Lady and Summer differed in some appearances, Margaery observed. Lady was taller and her fur was a lighter than Summers, Lady's build was more lithe where Summer was bulkier. As soon as the attendant called Jeyne concluded taking picture Summer leaped up and ran around the rooms playground. It barked at Lady and she licked at Margaery's cheek before getting up and running to her brother.
"Even Lady needs a moment to let loose for a while," Sansa explains.
"Understandable," Margaery nods scooting closer. "I have a restless nature as well."
Willas eyebrows rose up and he saw that Loras and Renly were making no move to get Margaery to join in so the little bubble Margery was creating was on purpose. He made eye contact with Garlan who shrugged his shoulders and began to converse with Bran about going wolf sledding. Willas was pleased to know that he could go sledding as well. Shireen and Davos were actually out sledding with the youngest Stark sister and her wolf, Arya and Nymeria.
"I moved from California to Washington D.C recently," Margaery tells her.
"Wow, that's amazing. I've always wanted to travel," Sansa said in awe. "Do you ever get homesick?"
"Yes," Margaery admits. "My grandmother is right that the tense atmosphere gets overwhelming. This vacation is what everyone needed."
"I heard your president takes weekly visits to Florida to play golf?"
"...Robert is a special, joyful man," Margaery deflects. She doesn't want to look like that kind of American.
"I know. He's always inviting my father over," Sansa shifts on her knees and Margaery can't believe that she's wearing a skirt in cold room. Her eyes dart down to long slender legs before she catches herself and looks back up as Sansa rights herself.
"Seriously?" Margaery swallows.
"Yes, but dad is a busy man. I do want to go to Disney Castle again," Sansa confides.
"Everyone should go to Disney."
"You've been there?"
"Thousands of times. Like I said, I have a restless spirit," Margaery smirks and she likes the effect it has on Sansa.
"Looks like it," and they're both smiling when the back door open and a wolf comes running in.
"There's the little sister!" Renly shouts.
Summer and Lady bark and run over to their sister. Nymeria playfully snaps at them and Arya glares at Renly as she unties Nymeria.
"I'm not little," she denies.
"Stunted growth."
"Don't annoy a wolf unless you value your life," Sansa advises him. "Leave my little sister alone."
"Listen to the wolf tamers, Renly," Margaery says as she assesses the new company.
"I will. I'm not impenetrable or Hercules and I remember the last time Arya almost stabbed me with a needle. Shireen, did you have a good time?"
"Yes," Shireen answers a little breathless. "I even helped uncle Davos from falling over! I wanted to stay longer but it's getting dark out."
"And we were hungry," Arya shrugs. " It's been a long day's work. Renly, you should take us out to eat."
"Me? Why?" He gawks.
"I'm paid with food and because your niece is better than you at all the snow sports we've tried," Arya jokes.
"That is cause to celebrate," Sansa nods.
"Can Robb come?" Shireen asks.
"Of course," Margaery answers and Renly whips his head at her. She shrugs, reminding him that she's looking out for herself right now and that meant finding excuses to spend with the she-wolf.
Renly opens his mouth to say no but his niece is staring at him with tender, eager eyes that Stannis has never shown him and he caves.