Robb Stark was dead. Talisa Stark was dead, along with her unborn child. Catelyn Stark was dead. The Stark soldiers were slaughtered. They were calling it 'the Red Wedding.' It was all anyone in the castle could talk about.

Sansa had now truly lost everything. Her father, executed on the steps of the Sept of Baelor. Her sister, missing the same day and presumed dead. Her little brothers burned to a crisp by Theon Greyjoy and strung up on the gates of Winterfell like decorations. And now, her elder brother, his wife, and Catelyn Stark, murdered by Walder Frey.

They'd cut off the head of Robb's direwolf and sewed it over his own. They tied him to a horse and paraded him around the yard of the Twins, chanting 'the King in the North!' all the while. Catelyn's throat was slit near to the bone, her body thrown in the river. Robb's wife, Talisa, was stabbed in the stomach, killing both her and her unborn child.

Edmure Tully, Catelyn's brother, was married off to Roslin Frey, but right after the bedding ceremony they locked him in the dungeons. Apparently, both Tullys had fought their fates. Catelyn had managed to kill Walder Frey's wife during the massacre.

Roose Bolton was the one who managed the killing blow to Robb.

Black Walder Frey killed both Talisa and Catelyn.

The slaughter all happened to the tune of Westeros's most famous song.

The Rains of Castamere.

Dyana felt sorry for Sansa. The poor girl had lost absolutely everything. Even Winterfell was taken by Theon Greyjoy. She was stuck in King's Landing, force to endure Joffrey's torture, married to Tyrion.

Dyana wanted to talk to her, but Sansa wouldn't go anywhere near the youngest Tyrell. Dyana supposed she could understand, but it still hurt. Besides, she couldn't occupy herself with Sansa's feelings.

Joffrey and Margaery's wedding was nearly upon them.

Dyana's time was filled with dress fittings and random days with Olenna, trying to plan the final touches perfectly.

Margaery was far more excited than Dyana as the days drew nearer.

Doran Martell was supposed to be in attendance, but poor health had forced him to send his brother. Oberyn Martell was a renowned fighter, and they called him the Red Viper. He was also known to be quite handsome. Dyana hoped she'd meet him.

Today, the Tyrell women were looking at necklaces for Margaery to wear. "No," Olenna stated. "No. You're a queen, not an ox."

Olenna stopped, smiling as she picked up a necklace. "Your grandfather gave me a necklace just like this one for my fifty-first nameday."

She tossed it over her shoulder. "The wedding is in a fortnight, Grandmother," Margaery reminded. "You can't say no to everything."

"Nonsense."

Olenna stepped up to address the group of handmaidens near them. "My little dears," she said. "Go and speak to the jewelers of King's Landing. Tell them who you are, tell them who sent you. The one who brings me the best necklace will get to keep the next best."

The handmaidens grinned, laughing and giggling as they ran off. Dyana chuckled at their giddiness, and the Tyrells sat. Olenna smiled at her eldest granddaughter. "The Margaery Tyrell who walks into the sept a fortnight from now will inspire a thousands songs. Now, how sad it will be if she's wearing rubbish like that."

"Perhaps I should just let Joffrey choose it for me," Margaery said. "End up with a string of dead sparrow heads around my neck."

Dyana chuckled, but Olenna was not pleased. "You watch that," she stated. "Even here, even with me and Ana."

Footsteps sounded, and the three women turned.

Brienne of Tarth stood before them, her hands behind her back. "My word," Olenna said.

"My ladies," Brienne addressed. "Please pardon me for interrupting. My name is Brienne of Tarth."

"We know who you are. We've heard all about you. But hearing is one thing. Aren't you just marvelous? Absolutely singular. I hear you knocked my grandson into the dirt like the silly little boy he is."

Dyana smiled at the large woman. "Sorry about my grandmother. Her courtesies seem to wear thinner as she grows older," she said. "Just know that in her own strange way, she's trying to compliment you."

Olenna shot her granddaughter a glare.

Brienne bowed her head, before looking at Margaery. "My lady, I know this is a very busy time for you, but if I could just have a moment."

Olenna looked over at her granddaughter. "You dare not refuse," she said.

So, Margaery left with Brienne. Which meant Dyana was alone with Olenna, who immediately hit her arm once Brienne and Margaery were gone. "Grandmother!" Dyana scolded, wincing. "What was that for?"

"The age comment," Olenna stated.

"It was only a joke."

"A bad joke, then."

Olenna rose from her chair. She didn't look at Dyana. "I'm going back inside. You're welcome to stay out here, though I don't know why you'd want to."

Dyana chuckled. "I'll stay out here."

She watched her grandmother leave their little garden seating area, smiling vaguely. She rose from her seat, looking at all of the necklaces that Olenna had deemed awful. One caught her eye.

It was a lovely necklace, though Olenna had said it was too plain. Hammered golden flowers with little emeralds set in the middle. Dyana didn't know what came over her. She picked up the necklace, clasping it around her neck.

Then, she hurried away.