She was walking slowly in the forest. Darkness fell not long ago, but she already could barely see where she was going. On the look-out, she was progressing carefully: the forest was full of predators. Therefore, she stayed as close as she could from the big stag which was walking ahead of her. She could hear the swishing of the leaves in the trees, the soft sound oh her steps on the fresh grass. Her male had stopped to graze, and she looked at him before watching all around her. She was not hungry, but she was thirsty, very thirsty. She walked away from him as she heard the lovely sound of water flowing. She followed the smell and the sound of water and she soon joined a beautiful stream. Suddenly, she hesitated. The water looked weird. But a voice softly said "Drink, drink", and she walked to the water. She looked behind her but the stag was not here anymore. A bit panicked she looked for him and cried out. But he did not answer and the thirst was unbearable now. She would join him later. She bent down and drank lengthily. The water tasted weird, she did not like it, but at least it was water. Suddenly, she heard a branch cracking. She startled and got ready to flee, but she wanted to wait a bit. It was probably nothing. She smelled the air and immediately ran away: she knew this smell, she knew it so well. The smell of death. She ran as fast as she could, crying out for the male she had lost. She ended up seeing him; he was running ahead of her. She tried to catch up, but he was stronger and faster than her. She saw something running after her, but she did not know what it was. It was not a wolf, she knew their smell, nor a bear. It was something different and that terrified her. She sped up again, running on the grass, jumping the dead trunk, weaving between the trees. Her legs started to hurt, her heart was pounding hard and fast. The freezing cold was paralyzing her, who was so used to a warm climate. She kept staring at the stag, he would give her the strength to survive. She heard another weird sound and, before she knew it, she rolled on the grass violently. The beast was on her, and it had made her fall. She saw the stag stopping running and she begged him to come and save her. But a brutal and lasting pain made her cry and the stag glanced at her before running away. She tried to free herself but only managed to look at the beast. Her eyes widened with fright and death throe: the beast had opened her belly wide and was eating her alive. She shrieked, again and again, the pain was so awful, overwhelming her whole body. But no one came and she felt her strength and her life abandoning her. She laid her head on the fresh grass, smelling the frozen air and closed her eyes.

Margaery sat up yelling with fear: she needed a moment to realize where she was. A candle was burning, lighting up slightly the room where she was. Her dream had been so real, so violent: she could still feel the beast's fangs tearing her flesh apart, feel her blood running out in the grass, feeling so, so cold. She started to cry, with the shock, and held her belly as she looked for comfort. Stannis was not here: they had burnt Mance Ryder after he had refused again and again to kneel before him. The King had talked with Samwell Tarly, a good lad, who had killed a White Walker. He had talked about the dragonglass, saying it could kill the White Walkers. They had no clue what could kill them apart from that. Dragonglass was not common. They had seen the Night's Watch electing Jon Snow as their Lord Commander, Stannis looked like he liked the boy. But, he was young, so young… He had welcomed them warmly, and they had not missed anything, even though the looks some of these men gave to her made her shiver with repulsion. Margaery was spending a lot of time with Shireen and Master Aemon. The old man was fascinating, and he knew so many things. He told her a lot about the Baratheons, it was difficult to have moments with her husband as they were preparing the future battles. They had been there wince a few days when they received a message from Riverrun. "Riverrun is free. We've lost 300 men, all the Freys are dead, and we killed most of the Lannisters. We made some prisoners and you will decide what you're gonna do with them. I thought Bryden Tully was going to kiss me! We are joining you at Castleblack as soon as possible. Loras has been injured in the battle, an arrow in the thigh. But he made it and he is recovering quite fast. We will see each other soon, brother." The message was signed by Renly. Margaery, alone in her bed, smiled softly thinking about her brother. Her hands ran on her thighs and she suddenly freeze. She was wet. She cursed herself: her dream had been so scary she had an accident. Angry after her, she pushed the sheets away. That's when she saw the blood. Blood which was red, almost purple. Then, she felt the need, the urge to push. To push her baby out of her belly. Margaery yelled. She yelled as she had yelled in her dream, with fear, and pain, and sorrow. She could not stop yelling, even when the servants ran in her room, the guards, Maester Cressen, even Jon Snow. It's only when Stannis came in, that his eyes stopped on the bloody sheets, that she stopped yelling. She cried instead, cried her eyes out, repeating like a litany: "I've lost the baby, I've lost the baby". She repeated that sentence, again and again and again, knowing perfectly the baby was dead, feeling it deep inside her, but unable to believe it. Through the fog of her tears, she saw Melisandre laying her hand on Stannis's shoulder. And a smile rove on her lips.