Jon

He woke up the next morning, his head hurting like someone had hit him with a mace. He tried to remember what had happened during the feast. First Arya left, then Renly came, they drank, laughed, then Margaery left and soon so did her parents and grandmother did leaving him, Loras and Garlan with Renly. "Gods my head hurts," he thought. It seems that Robert wasn't the only Baratheon who liked to drink but it seemed that Renly could hold himself better. He also remembered the king shouting something about his father and Arthur Dayne. Jon moved to the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor. He got up and stared shakily walking towards a small table with a water jug and some glasses on in. He poured himself a glass and drank it quickly and immediately after a second one. After a moment which he used to collect himself, Jon went to the chest and pulled out some fresh clothes, put them on and left his room heading for the small dining room. There he found Garlan with a glass of water in his hand, he looked to be in the same condition as Jon was.

"Garlan." Jon greeted as he sat at the table.

"Jon," replied Garlan.

"When did we return?" asked Jon.

"I don't know," Garlan hiccoughed "All I remember was coming here with you."

"Loras?"

"Must have stayed with lord Renly," Garlan grabbed his head "Gods I knew I should have stopped after father left." Jon chuckled at his friend's words, he himself not being in much better condition. As the two of them tried to piece together what happened last night lady Alerie entered the room.

"Good morning boys, it good to see you awake and in one piece," she said smiling although Jon could see the irritated look in her eyes.

"Morning lady Alerie." said Jon.

"Morning mother."

"Have you seen Loras anywhere?" asked Alerie.

"No we haven't, Jon and I are just trying to figure out where he could be ourselves."

Jon got up from the chair. "I'm going to try and find Loras. You stay here and don't try to fall over."

"Very funny," Garlan said sarcastically.

"Thank you Jon." said lady Alerie. Jon left the dining room and went to the first place he thought Loras could be, his room. Once there he opened the door and went inside to his surprise he found the room empty. It seemed that Loras had not been here since they left for the feast. He gave another good look around to make sure Loras is not sleeping behind the bed or something but he found nothing.

"I hope you are not sleeping in the garden again." During Margaerys name day two years ago Loras got so drunk that he somehow ended up sleeping in the castle garden, lady Olenna finding him in the morning, saying that she wasn't pleased by her grandson would be putting it lightly. He exited the room and started walking towards the garden, passing servants and guards in the process, asking if they have seen Loras and all saying no. It seemed that a large number of the guards were made up from Lannister soldiers, because of the queen no doubt. While walking through the hallway that leads to the gardens he came across another member of the kingsguard. He was fatter then a knight should be especially one who is tasked with protecting the king. The knight was bold and had a flat nose. By his appearance Jon deduced his to be Boros Blonte or Boros the Belly how some people called him. Jon like many other people wondered how could a man like this become a kingsguard. He understood why a man like the Bold was in the kingsguard and even the Kingslayer was well known for his skill but Blonte was not. As the men passed each other the kingsguard did not even paid attention to who was passing next to him, Jon only smirked because he knew if they met on the joust the Belly will fall. As he finally reached the gardens he looked around if he could find Loras put instead he found Margaery there will some of her ladies like Elinor Tyrell and Mira Forrester. Jon was always good friends with Mira, it brought them both comfort knowing that there was another northerner in Highgarden. As he approached the group they turned to look at him and smiled and he smiled back.

"Lady Margaery, lady Mira, lady Elinor," Jon said with a slight bow.

"Ser Jon," said Margaery with a smile. "What brings you here?"

"I'm looking for your brother my lady but it seems I found something else," Jon said with a smile.

"You and my brothers stayed at the feast for quite a while. By how Garlan looked this morning I would say you had fun."

"Indeed, it seems like that. Although it looks like we lost Loras somewhere."

"Don't worry about my brother Jon, he must be somewhere around here."

"Oh I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about other people here," Jon said with a smirk and the ladies chuckled.

"Well then you better get going noble Ser, people need rescuing from my brother."

"As you wish my lady. My ladies." Jon bowed and continued on his search. He could hear them laughing as quietly as they could but he still heard them and he smiled. He spent another hour looking around the keep, as he was about to give up he remembered Lord Renly. If he was the last with Loras he must have an idea where he went. Jon asked one of the servants where Lord Renly's room was and she told him where to go. He got to the door which was supposed to be the lord's room and he knocked but no one answered, he knocked, again and again, no one answered. He could hear some noise coming from inside so he decided to test his luck. He opened the door quietly and entered inside. Looking around he saw nothing until he saw some clothes on the floor. Walking where the trail of clothes lead he found himself in the bedroom and there he found him.

Jon stood at the door and sighed "Seriously." Jon said his voice a bit louder than normal. Loras immediately opened his eyes and looked around to see Jon at the door, Renly following seconds later.

"Snow? What are you...?" asked Renly surprised to see Jon here.

Loras sighed and put his head back on the pillow "It's alright, it's just Jon."

Renly looked at Loras with a hint of concern "You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Jon snickered "You seriously could not wait one day. We just got here and you already found someone new to sleep with."

"Only the gods can judge me." Loras said as he then felt the headache "My head."

Jon laughed "I know how it feels."

"What do you want?" asked Loras.

"Your mother is looking for you," replied Jon.

Loras groaned "Fine I'll be there just give me a minute."

"Take your time pretty boy," Jon said and left the room. Sometime later Loras came to him fully dressed. "Shall we?"

"Yes," Loras mumbled and the two men started making their way back to the guest wing.

Ned

For him the feast was unnecessary, not all of the lords have come yet and the tourney starts in few days so that's when all will be present. He was glad to see his daughters having fun, seeing Jon being greeted warmly by the Stormlanders brought a smile on his face and it seemed that the Reach lords were especially fond of him, the Tyrells particularly. He himself was fostered and knew well what bond that could make and it seems that Jon had built that bond with the Tyrell, Ser Loras and lady Margaery seemed to get along with Jon splendidly and he was glad for that. A few years ago when a raven came to Winterfell carrying news about Jon being knighted was one of the proudest moments of his life, he was proud of Jon and the man he had become. His mother would have been proud of him. When he decided to have Jon sent to be fostered in the Reach was one of the hardest decisions he had ever made but he knew that was the best option for him. Catelyn brought constant misery to the boy and whatever he told her fell to deaf ears. For a time he thought where to send the boy, the north seemed to be the best option, the Vale might have been an option but he found few houses that wished to foster a bastard, the Riverlands were not much better, the Stormlands were too dangerous and the West was out of the question. Then during the Greyjoy rebellion and he even spoke to Jorah Mormont about it, the once noble lord now traitor happy to accept Jon. Then when the rebellion ended one night Robert brought it up while Lord Mace Tyrell was with them in the officer's tent, the lord being instantly interested when he heard that one of the sons of the Warden of the North needed to be fostered. Robert jokingly offered lord Mace to foster the boy who took it seriously.

"Lord Stark I would be honored if you would let me foster one of your sons." said lord Mace.

"I'm not sure my lord, I'm still thinking about the potential places. I would honestly wish for the boy to stay in the North."

"With all due respect my lord you would not find a better place for your son than Highgarden. I myself have three sons and a daughter, so he would not be alone."

"I don't know lord Tyrell, I would have to think about it."

"As you wish, but when you reach a decision please tell me."

"I will my lord."

He spent the next two days thinking about it. The North was Jons home, that is where he should stay but the more he thought about the Tyrells offer the more it looked like a good opportunity. Even if he stayed in the North the shadow of him being a bastard of their lord would always loom over him especially because of Cat. If he went to the Reach he would have an opportunity to be his own man, to make a name for himself. Lord Mace might not be the smartest man but he is a good man and he will honor his word, he will keep Jon safe. Mace can maybe offer Jon a better life than he can. The next day he finally decided to talk to Lord Mace and give him his answer.

Lord Tyrell entered Ned's tent "My lord," said Ned.

"Lord Stark," replied Mace.

"Take a seat, I wish to speak with you." Mace did as asked and looked at him.

"This is about the fostering, isn't it?"

"Aye, it is. I have given your offer some thought and came to a decision."

"And what would that be?"

"I will accept your offer of my son being fostered by you but there is something you should know first." Mace looked at him inquisitively "It is not my firstborn son I wish to foster it's my second son Jon."

"No matter I would still be honored."

"My lord, my second son is Jon Snow." Mace looked at him bit disappointed. "I would understand if you refuse."

"Snow or not he is still your son and I would like to bring him to Highgarden." Lord Maces' words surprised Ned, he doubted that Mace would accept it but he did.

"Thank you, Lord Mace," said Ned happily.

"Don't mention it, my lord."

After he returned to Winterfell he summed Jon to his solar. As he sat there going over some letters from his bannermen the door opened and in came Jon, the boy seemed slightly frightened probably because he thought he did something wrong and was about to be punished.

"Father," Jon said in an almost whispering tone.

"Jon, sit." The boy walked to one of the chairs and sat in it looking at his father.

"Have I done something wrong?"

He was surprised by Jons words "No, why would you think that?"

The boy shrugged "I don't know."

Ned looked at Jon intensely "Is there something I should know?" Jon looked at him and then lowered his head. "Jon?"

"L-Lady Catelyn she said..." Ned sighed, he loved Cat, she was the mother of his children but he hated her behavior towards Jon. He might have not been her son, but she could at least not have made the boy's life hell with every opportunity she got. Now he was glad he will be sending Jon to the Tyrells, as far away from her as possible.

"Jon I call you here because I have something to tell you."

Jon lifted his head and looked at him "What is it?"

"I have arranged to have you fostered."Jon's eyes went wide open in disbelief, for a moment he just stared at Ned.

"Where will I go, the Glovers, the Mormonts, the Umbers?" Jon asked excitedly.

Ned shook his head "You will not be fostered in the North."

Jon's excited expression was replaced by a frown. "Then where?"

"Highgarden with Lord Mace Tyrell."

"But that means… that I won't be able to see you or Robb or Sansa."

"I know Jon but I have already spoken to lord Mace and he agreed."

"But..."

"Jon you will like Highgarden, lord Mace even has three sons and a daughter so you won't be alone." Jon looked at him, his eyes tearing up.

"D-Do you really wish me gone that bad?" For a moment Ned was taken back by the boy's words. He would never do something that would harm him in any way physically or emotionally.

"Jon, why would you think that?"

"B-because I'm not like Robb I'm a Snow," Jon said through his tears. Ned got up, walked up to Jon, and knelt beside him.

"I'm not doing this because of that, I'm doing this because I want you to have a better life than I can give you, because you are my son, your might not have my name but you have my blood." He said in a calming tone. "Lord Mace will make you have everything you need."

"Will I ever be able to see you again?"

"Of course, fostering does not last forever. Who knows you might even be taken as his squire and one day knighted."

"But I'm of the North, how can I be a knight?"

"You heard that lord Jorah was knighted by the king." The boy nodded. "I don't know what will happen there, your fate is yours to chose. The only thing o know that there you will have a better life than here." Ned and Jon starred at each other for a moment before Jon jumped up from his chair and embraced Ned, still crying but when he hugged back he the tears became slower until they stopped.

"Thank you, father."

Now almost ten years after those events, while he sat in his solar in the Red Keep he could not help but think that it was the right decision to make. He heard tales of Jon's exploits but when he saw how people reacted to him during the feast, how they greeted him and laughed with him, he knew his mother would be proud of her son as much as he is.

Loras

Jon and he walked to the guest wing, once there they found all of his family awake sitting at the table.

"Morning to you all," said Loras.

Morning son." said Mace and Alerie.

"Where have you been?" asked Margaery. Loras gave Jon a quick look, he cursed himself for not coming up with an excuse. It was one thing to sleep with someone but completely another to drunkenly spend a night with the king's brother.

"I found him with some of the Stormlanders from last night, it seems they continued the feast long after we left," said Jon with a smile.

"Well, it's good that you are here with us again," said Alerie.

"Jon said you asked for me," said Loras.

"I did. I need you to go to the city and get some gifts for the royal family, I have sent a servant yesterday to order them for me and I now need to pick them up."

"Why do I need to go, why not Margaery or Garlan?" Loras asked annoyed.

"Because we are to have a meal with the queen and the prince, which only leaves you." said Olenna."You also said yesterday that you would need to go get some armor so while you are there might as well do this."

Loras sighed in annoyance and agreed. "Fine, let's go, Jon."

"Why me?"

"Do you have anything better to do?"

Jon smirked "Relax I'm just messing with you, of course, I will go."

"Come on then," said Loras and the two exited the dining room.

Loras and Jon were walking along the city streets, their guards and some servants behind them. Harlan the man who originally went to order the gifts told the two where they could find the shops. So far they gotten a number of fine fabrics for the princess, a golden necklace with emeralds and rubies in it, and now at that was left was to get a sword for the crown prince and a dagger for his younger brother. As luck would have it Harlan went to Tobho Mott for the sword and dagger, he did not need to order one to be made because last time Mace was in the capital he ordered a new sword forged for himself but due to being called back to Highgarden he had to leave before it was finished but told Motto to keep it with him and over time he just forgot about it until Alerie remembered and thought it would be a good gift for the prince. As the two friends and they retinue arrived at the shop they were warmly greeted by the smith.

"My lords it is an honor to have you in my shop. What can I do for you."

"We came to pick up a sword for lord Mace and we need a dagger, something a bit nicer to look at," said Loras.

"Of course my lord. The sword has been sitting in my shop for quite some time I honestly did not think that lord Mace would come back for it," Motto turned around to look at his apprentice "Gendry go get lord Mace's sword and get one of our best daggers too."

"We will also need two pairs of gauntlets and I will also need a thin sword for someone of smaller size," said Jon

"The gauntlets for the tourney?"

"Aye."

"I can have them done by the melee day."

"Good, thank you master Mott," said Loras. Soon the apprentice returned with the sword and a dagger. The sword was a work of art, the blade perfect. When Harlan went to pick it up it still had a rose on its hilt so it had to be removed and replaced with a stags head. The dagger was nice, the scabbard made from ironwood and ivory and the handle plated with gold. "Fine gifts both." he thought. Loras asked how much do they own the smith, Mott told the price and Loras and Jon paid for the sword and the dagger and the gauntlets upfront.

"The sword I can have done maybe after the tourney is over," said Mott.

"Thank you again, master Mott," said Jon. As they were about to leave a man approached the shop, seemingly having some trouble walking, when he came closer to Loras he realized why, he reeked of ale.

"Mott!" the man shouted.

"Thoros." said the smith.

"I come for my swords." the man muttered.

"I have them here," Mott went to the wall, where a number of swords were stacked and picked up four, wrapped them in leader and handed them to Thoros. "I swear I can run my shop solely by making swords for you."

"Using flaming swords is good when fighting opponents but bad for my purse," the red-cloaked man laughed. "But I don't care, here is your gold Mott." the smith took the gold and gave the swords over to the man who after few more words with the forger left. Loras and Jon looked at him as he walked away.

"So that's the great Thoros of Myr, the red priest," said Jon.

"Doesn't look like much, looks like a drunk to me," said Loras.

"Don't be fooled my lords, Thoros might be a drunk but he is good with a sword, especially with a flaming sword."

"I'm not worried about him, once the melee begins he will be the first one I throw out," said Loras and Jon chuckled. Loras turned his gaze from Mott to Jon "What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing."

"You think I cant beet him."

"I never said that," Jon said with a smirk.

"But you are thinking it."

"Maybe."

"I will beat both you and that priest."

"Only in your dreams." Loras glared at Jon "Come on now, we have everything we need let's get back to the keep."

"Fine, but I will prove you wrong," Loras said determinately.

"Sure you will," Jon replied with a smirk still on his face.

Margaery

The last night's feast was more fun than she originally expected. Garlan, Loras, Jon, Mira, Elinor were all having a good time and so did she, although her grandmother seemed less than pleased. She looked at the high table to see the king and queen and their children. The queen was beautiful and her children inherited her looks. The crown prince was tall, handsome, with typical golden hair and green eyes of house Lannister. Comparing him to his uncle who was guarding the king and queen that night they looked very similar. By the looks, both and queen and the prince bore on their faces they did not have much fun during the celebration, unlike the king and the two younger children. Meeting Jon's sister was probably the best part of the night, she had brown hair and gray eyes just like Jon, she was also a little rebel. She did and said whatever she wanted not afraid of what might happen. Jons other sister on the other hand looked like any other southern lady, well-mannered and sticking close to her father for most of the night. Both she and Sansa danced with the prince, the prince might have been a really good dancer but he was not the one she truly wished to dance with. It was Jon who she wanted to be with but knew that they could not do something like that publicly even if they grew up together, particularly not in front of her grandmother. The prince seemed charming and gallant, but she had overheard from some servant girls that he had quite a temper. Now as she and her family went to have a meal with the queen and the prince she wondered what will she see, will she see the courteous prince or something else. Once they reached a door where two kingsguard stood, they opened the door and were allowed into a small private dining room. There she saw the prince sitting next to his mother and sister. Walking in she greeted them and gave a warm smile which they all returned. The meal was pleasant enough, the queen and her parents talked, she spoke with the prince whose behavior had not changed from the night before. He was nice and his little sister even more so. While they all seemed to be having a good time, she noticed the way her grandmother was looking at the queen and the prince, she was sizing them up. Her grandmother was a seasoned player of the game and she took every opportunity to see what the potential competition was made off. The queen's father lord Tywin was well known throughout the land for the way he raised his family back up and made it one of if not the most powerful in all the Westeros. The man was ruthless and efficient, had an excellent mind for warfare and plotting, something his son did not inherit by the looks of it. He also was not afraid to break any oath to get what he wants, which he proved during the sack of King's Landing. Both Olenna and Margaery knew that Cersei fancied herself as a female version of her father but how much of that was true was yet to be seen and by the looks of it, her grandmother was doing it right now.

"Your dress is so pretty lady Margaery," said Myrcella.

"Thank you, princess, your dress is beautiful as well." the little princess smiled beamingly and she smiled back.

"I hope your journey here was not too hard for you lady Olenna," said the queen.

"At my old age your grace many things arent easy but I must bear it. Something you are well will find out one day." The queen's smile disappeared.

"Will your father be coming here your grace?" asked Alerie.

"Unfortunately not, he is too busy with his obligations in the west."

"Shame, I sure he would have loved to be here with you and his grandchildren," her mother said with a smile.

"That I'm certain of." the queen said and a smile returned.

"Will you be participating in the tourney my prince?" asked Margaery. The queen immediately turned her gaze from her mother to her.

"I originally intended to compete but I pulled out at the last minute, my uncles will be participating and it would look bad if unseated them in the first round." the prince said smugly.

"How noble of you," said Margaery.

"I would like to face off against uncle Jaime but it seems that will have to wait."

"I'm certain if you faced him you would win."

"I would." the prince said, a smug smile on his lips.

The rest of the meal went normally, the parents talking, she trying to leave a good impression to the prince and her grandmother doing what she does best, making sure the Tyrells are on the winning side of things, although she had kept her tongue on a short leash almost the whole time. When it was finally over she and her family parted with the queen, the prince and the princess. Everything going as she had expected, the prince seemed pleased with her and even the queen.

It was past noon now and Jon and Loras had returned from the city, the gifts her mother asked for in their hands. The fabrics they bought and the jewelry box they brought will make a perfect gift for the young princess, prince Tommens might be little but he will surely appreciate a fine dagger and the crown prince a sword which looked more like a work of art than a normal sword. When her father took the blade in his hands he remembered that it was the one he ordered from Mott.

"Wait this is mine?"

"Yes father that is the one you left here in Motts shop when you were last here," answered Loras.

"Then why is it a gift for the prince?" Mace asked confused.

"Because you have no use for a sword and it will look better around the prince's belt than yours," said Olenna. Her father looked at her only to lower his head in submission when she gave him a scolding look.

"As you wish mother."

"So how was the city?" asked Margaery.

"Good, there are so many shops and some many items that someone could buy," said Jon.

"You will have to show me around."

"We will don't worry," As Loras and Jon told Margaery and Alerie about the sights in the city a Stark guard arrived.

"My lords, my ladies, forgive the intrusion but lord Stark has sent me to bring his son." Jon looked at the guard.

"Did he say why?"

"Forgive me but no."

"Tell him I will be there in a moment," said Jon and the guard nodded and left.

"Is everything alright Jon?" asked Margaery with a worried tone.

"I think so, he must just want to talk with me not while he has time."

"Can I come with you?" asked Loras.

"Leave him be little brother," said Margaery.,

"Oh come on he said that he will take me to meet his father when he could, I don't see why he can't do it now." Margaery glared at her brother and he at her.

"Alright you can come with me, just don't do something to embarrass me in front of my father."

"Why would I do that?" Loras asked with a smirk.

"Come on pretty boy." Margaery and her family watched as the two exited the room and went to meet with Jon's father.

Loras

As they walked through the corridors towards the tower of the hand and lord Starks office he could not help but feel excited by the fact that he was about to meet Eddard Stark The Silent Wolf in person. The tales he heard about him from other people and Jon all painted him as this honorable man, a skilled commander and a master of the blade which was supported by the fact that he defeated Arthur Dayne in single combat. Once he asked Jon why his father refuses to participate in tourneys to which he replied by saying that when his father fights he fights for real and that there is no telling what he would do to someone if they faced off against him. Now as they reached the door of the hands solar he could not help but feel a bit nervous. Two guards stood in front of the door, one opened the door and they went inside.

"Father, you wished to see me," said Jon while lord Stark was going through some papers on his desk.

"Aye I did," said Lord Eddard as he lifted his gaze from the papers to his son and then to Loras.

"Father this is Loras, lord Maces son," said Jon.

"Lord hand it is an honor to meet you," said Loras and bowed.

"The honor is mine Ser Loras. Come, sit." They did as they were told and watched for a few more moments as lord Stark went through the papers. Loras looked at the brown-haired man, the first thing that he noticed about him were the dark gray eyes, the same ones Jon had. Eddard was much shorter than Loras thought he would be but then Jon wasn't really tall either so that was another thing he got from his father.

Lord Eddard sighed "I'm going to need to call Baelish for this."

"Is everything alright father?" asked Jon.

"Yes, nothing for you to worry about."

"What did you wish to talk about?"

"I called you here to tell you that I had a talk with your sister."

"How did it go?"

"As well as you think, but she did listen to what I had to say," Eddard sighed again "If you wish to talk with her yourself she will later be in the gardens with the princess."

"Thank you, father. Is that all you wished to tell me?"

"I was hoping to be able to talk with you some more actually," Eddard looked at Jon and then at Loras, his gray cold eyes sending a small shiver down Loras's spine. "So you both will be competing in the tourney?"

"Yes we will," said Loras.

"Aye, father I know how you feel about the tourneys." Eddard raised his hand which made Jon stop.

"Yes I don't like tourneys but I can stop you from participating, you are grown enough to make your own decisions."

"Thank you, father."

"Besides I don't think you would even listen to me if I told you otherwise." lord Eddard said with a small smile.

"Aye I probably wouldn't, I would never pass a chance to beet this sorry sob right here," Jon said as he pointed at Loras.

"Hey, I'm not the one who is going to lose, you are," Loras said.

"When the wall melts pretty boy," Jon said with a smug smile. Their bickering was interrupted by a laugh coming from lord Eddard. Jon and Loras turned to look at the hand.

"Father?" asked Jon.

"Sorry, I could not help myself. You two just remind me of Robert and myself when we were young. Robert was always the one who claimed that he can beat anyone and I was there to keep his head from going to the clouds."

"But he did defeat prince Rheagar," said Loras which made the lord become more serious.

"Aye, he did."

"I overheard him last night talking about the Trident and your fight against Arthur Dayne," said Loras.

"The king likes to talk about the old days."

"But you fought Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the morning and you defeated him. If I did so I would make sure everyone knows it from me."

Eddard looked him straight in the eyes, lord Stark's eyes seemed to change somehow now they were even colder and judgmental. "Arthur Dayne was a good man and a loyal one, he deserves better than for someone to be boasting about his death." Eddard's words made Loras gulp, this was not how he wanted his meeting with Eddard to go.

"I'm sorry my lord, I did not mean it that way," said Loras his words a bit unsure as he said them.

Lord Stark sighed "It does not matter what you meant, the past is in the past and that's where it should stay."

Olenna

She was starting to regret coming to this city, the long road was grueling enough but the thought of being greeted by the royal family should have made it worth it until it wasn't. The king and queen did not even bother to show up leaving it instead to the new hand to do it for them. She was glad to meet the man but was annoyed by the audacity of the king and queen. The fat oaf seems to forget whose lands feed the seven kingdoms, all that would take for them to throw the realm into chaos could be to stop exporting their food to the other kingdoms. At least the king's brother had some basic courtesy to show up and formally greet them. Seeing him spin her stupid son around his finger once more proved that he was not a total idiot like his brother. The rooms they were given were suitable but she knew that the best ones were given to the Lannisters and their underlings. Then at the feast, they were placed in the middle instead of close to the high table where they belong. At least Margaery had an opportunity to dance with the prince and she even managed to get them invited to a meal with the queen and prince, proving that her granddaughter takes more after her than her incompetent son. One thing that she despises is the way how her granddaughter looks at the bastard, she had barely taken her eyes off him the whole night. Margaery is supposed to marry the prince and become the future queen not to be smitten by some bastard boy from the North. She knew that he was popular among the noble ladies even if he was not a true born son but she could not let Margaery throw everything away for him. Aleries proposal of getting gifts for the prince and his siblings was a good idea. The meal with the royals went well although she could see through the queen act, it took her almost her whole will to not make a comment that could possibly insult the queen but it was all worth it in the end, Margaery had left and good impression on the prince and he seemed pleased with her. Now as she sat in her room drinking tea she thought that everything was falling in its place all that remains is to move the bastard out of the way.