Sansa fits in with Highgarden. Her hair is admired- it's rare in Highgarden- and she looks lovely in rose patterned dresses- almost like a Tyrell bride. And the thought pains Margaery, but she smiles anyway. It is expected of her. There is a party in progress- wine, perfume and kisses everywhere- and dancing behind rose hedges- soft music as delicate as the roses Highgarden is so famous for. Loras finds his sister by them again.
"I do not wish to marry Sansa. You know that." He tells her. She knows, they both know he is in love with someone else. And will never be interested in Sansa.
"I know that. But she doesn't. And she will be heartbroken, Loras." Margaery tells him, with those sad eyes again.
"You know, dear sister, I highly doubt that." Loras tells her, and she doubts it, until he nudges her, and she moves to avoid it and as they both see the Stark not so discreetly looking at Margaery, from behind a hedge. Their eyes connect and Sansa smiles shyly.
"I'm off to go find Renly." Loras informs her as he sees the Stark moving towards them. Margaery's only response is a smile.
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