DISCLAIMER: I do not have any rights to HBO's Game of Thrones or A Song of Fire and Ice by George RR Martin. This story is solely for entertainment for all. Enjoy.

Most of you have already read these entries so feel free to skip ahead to the 2nd Chapter (Dany's chapter). Also the chapters will not be typically this long ever. I just decided to merge chapters I had to reboot the story.

MARGAERY

"Petals on the Wind"

Margaery stood horrified as she watched her brother—her heart and soul—get mortified by the religious posers she had come to resent. After the seven-pointed star was finished being carved into Loras' head, Margaery stood there wanting nothing more to embrace him. They settled down for a few minutes until Margaery realized that Cersei was nowhere in sight and became anxious.

"There's something wrong.", Margaery said to the High Sparrow.

"You have nothing to fear, your grace. The trial will begin shortly."

"Cersei is not here. Tommen is not here. Why do you think they're not here?"

"If the accused is not here, she will be tried regardless. You can't escape the justice of the gods.", the High Sparrow relays.

"Forget about the bloody gods and listen to what I am telling you. Cersei understands the consequences of her absence and she is absent anyway. Which means she does not intend to suffer those consequences. The trial can wait, we all need to leave. We all need to leave, NOW.", Margaery says in a voice that came from her throat. She was becoming restless. She walks to Loras and grabs his arm.

"Loras stay with me. Loras, I need you to listen to me. I need you to be strong right now. Cersei is not present at her own trial and the High Sparrow does not intend to let us leave. There are lower levels underneath the Sept, in fact one of them has a chamber that leads to a garden. Follow me.", Margaery whispers to her brother's ear as she caresses his greasy hair. She walks up to the High Sparrow who looks down upon her.

"High Sparrow I believe that Loras would like to rest in one of the chambers. I could escort him while we wait for Queen Mother Cersei to arrive.", Margaery says with the warmest smile she could muster.

"Seeing his current state, I suppose I will allow it, however with a Sparrow as an escort, of course.", the High Sparrow says while watching the two intently. He raises his arm and gestures to one of the shorter Sparrow's. "Sparrow Coren, please escort Margaery and Loras to the uppermost corridor below. I will send for you whenever the Queen Mother arrives… However long that may be."

Margaery glances to Sparrow Coren and gives him a warm smile as he starts off towards the steps behind the Mother statue. Margaery glances back at her father and gives him a look of despair and sorrow. While walking, Margaery notes that the Sparrow is grasping a sledgehammer made of iron and wood in his right hand. They reach the steps and begin down them while Margaery squeezes Loras' shoulder. The Sparrow is two steps ahead of them before Margaery shoves him with all of her strength. He yelps as he falls down the narrow passageway face first. He slides before he stops moving, disoriented.

Margaery carefully steps over him to retrieve his sledgehammer which he dropped on his way down. She moves one foot beside his torso and puts the other by his head, but as she tries to move her other foot in front of her, the Sparrow grabs it, causing her to fall forward. She hits the ground hard, but this enables her to grab the sledgehammer. After grabbing it she slams the hammer down on Sparrow Coren's head. A high pitch yelp escapes his mouth and his right leg begins twitching as blood gushes from his head. "Loras, we must go now!".

Loras who was staring off into the distance, looks down at the scene and starts toward Margaery who was looking expectantly. She grabs him and pulls him along the corridor. "I believe the Septa lead me this way. Yes because there was the chamber I was in.", Margaery notes. They walk further whenever they reach the end of the corridor. Margaery back tracks and opens the chamber to her left, to find another corridor. They enter it and begin to see a dim light which is hitting the left side of the path. Once they reach the rays of light they exit two doors and reach a courtyard with a flower garden in the middle. They walk through the garden and reach an archway with a steel door. Margaery pushes the steel lever down with all of her strength, causing the latch to unlock. She opens the door and her and Loras escape the Sept. Margaery removes her crown of oak wood with gold roses and wraps it into her blue sash. They would have to worry about Loras' head later.

"We are behind the Sept, which means that we are on the eastern side of King's Landing, so we need to go to Lion's gate to make it to Highgarden, until we are sure it is safe to return. Come along Loras." The two make it barely one hundred meters away from the garden, when they are suddenly knocked onto their knees and their hearing is disabled. Margaery remembers heat, until she blacks out.

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Margaery wakes up on a hard bed, with her head bandaged. "Loras.", she says in an earthy voice. Her whole body ached as she struggled to sit up; particularly her head. She looked around the dim room and saw that she and the bed were positioned in the back corner of the room, with a small table. On the table were bandages and a candle. She was about to get up, whenever a short, wrinkled man with long hair, white as snow entered carrying a glass.

"I wouldn't get up if I were you… not yet at least, your grace. You are lucky to have survived a blast of that sort… Well I suppose you were a sufficient distance away for the pressure to not have killed you, but it did give you some brain hemorrhaging I'm afraid. Nothing a little milk of the poppy and rest can't heal though, your grace."

"How many days has it been?", Margaery asks looking into his green eyes.

"Two days. No need to worry your Grace, however judging by the Sept I suspect someone had it out for you and whoever else that was in there…"

"Two days! Where is Loras, is he okay?"

"He is fine your grace. I wish I could say that he was as good off as you, but he did take most of the blast."

"I need to see him."

"Your grace, not without some milk of the poppy. We can't have you putting too much stress on your body.", the man says while holding up a glass of milk of the poppy.

"How does a commoner such as yourself, obtain milk of the poppy?"

"Well I am a Maester, your grace. In fact I served during the era of your grandmother… 'Queen of Thorns' eh? Haha."

"Wait, you served for Highgarden?"

"Well of course, your grace. Now drink up.", the Maester says while moving the bottle towards her mouth. Margaery tastes the strong sweet medicinal taste instantly and reluctantly swallows it with a loud gulp. She feels relief immediately from her throbbing head.

"Hm. Your name, Maester?"

"Yuran Tyron"

"Tyron… You are from one of the most loyal banner men our house possesses. What are you doing all the way in King's Landing?", Margaery asks.

"Actually, I was assigned here to keep an eye on things by the Queen of Thorns herself."

"Leave it to my grandmother to always have pieces on the board. Do you mind if I see my brother now?"

"Of course, your grace. Let me help you up, even though I could use some help myself, hehe."

"Thank you, you are very kind." Maester Tyron walks over to the bedside revealing his threaded brown robes and helps Margaery up. Together they walk to another room with a fireplace, beside her room. The room is smaller than Margaery's and has two candles against the window sill, illuminating the sack in which Loras rested.

"I'll give you a minute alone with him." Margaery smiles at the short man as he walks away. Margaery goes to Loras' bedside and grabs his hand. She sees that his forehead was also wrapped; his face was bruised and swollen.

"I'm sorry Loras… I failed you… I thought I could beat Cersei at her own game, but I couldn't and now father is dead. For once I do not know what to do anymore. All my life I wanted to be Queen; to be vain. Look where it has gotten me—us. We don't even know if Tommen will take me back. Cersei has probably filled his head with all kinds of deception, maybe she even has him locked away. To think she would go this far. No one knows we are alive, there is no telling what kind of torment Grandmother must be going through… assuming she has gotten word." Margaery rubs the top of his left hand, noticing the roughness of it. His hands used to be so soft, Margaery thinks to herself.

"Your grace pardon me, but I couldn't help to overhear you mention your husband…", Maester Tyron says while walking back in with a hand towel in his hand.

"Yes, what about Tommen?"

"I'm afraid he is no longer with us. He died." He responds slowly while removing the bandages from Loras' head.

"Tommen… I cared for him as he did I, but it does not surprise me. His poor soul was too weak to rule… Maester what shall I do?" Margaery watches the man wipe her brother's bloody forehead carefully. Margaery was running out of options, she knew it was bad, but now there was no chance of returning to the Red Keep.

"Do what you have always done: grow strong. Survive then thrive.", he responds nonchalantly while bandaging Loras' head.

"I don't even know how to do that. Cersei believes that I am dead and it must stay that way. The only move left is to go home to Highgarden, but how? We are trapped within the gates."

"We will find a way, your grace. A bird has already been sent out, relaying your status… whether they believe it or not I do not know, but we will await a response."

Margaery walks to the window and looks out at King's Landing; the candles beneath her chin casting a glow on her face. "Cersei is Queen now isn't she?" Margaery was sure of it as the banners had been replaced.

"Yes, your grace."

"Why do you still insist on that title. It has been ripped from my grasp… 'Lady' is not even appropriate. I may not even have a home to return to. Cersei has taken everything from me.", Margaery says feeling displaced, destroyed even. She holds her palm over the candle allowing it to rest there until she feels the burning sensation that she knows will come.

"Forgive me, but Cersei hasn't won yet. After all, you and your brother still live… As long as you live, she has not won. Don't confuse your destiny with your fate. Fate is inevitable and inescapable, but destiny is ever changing by the decisions you make. Make the right decisions and you will reach a role far more important than just 'Queen'. Do you think that it was mere luck I happened upon you, no it was your fate to survive… Do not let it be all for nothing."

"Thank you Maester. You are very kind…", Margaery says with a pause. She unravels the crown from her sash and walks over to the fireplace. "This is no longer me.", she says so low that only she could hear and as the crown burns she becomes tranced by the dancing flames.

Maester Tyron walks up to her and puts his hand upon her shoulder, also looking down at the fiery scene. "Another last thought, my Lady… It is upon my knowledge that roses are as deadly as they are beautiful… For the beauty of the rose, we also water the thorns.", he adds while walking away leaving Margaery to the warmth of the fire.

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It had been a sennight (seven days) since Margaery woke from her two-day recovery. She was finally able to function normally without milk of the poppy—which she was pleased with since she would have stomach aches from the strong taste. Loras had finally woken just two days before. Highgarden had received Maester Tyron's message and were sending a Knight escort for Margaery and Loras. Daeron Tyron—Maester Tyron's nephew, a high Knight, was sent to escort the two siblings back. They were expecting him any day since it took about a sennight to get to King's Landing from the Reach.

"Maester I have to say that I am worried about your nephew's arrival.", Margaery said. She pursed her lips after taking a sip of her tea. Maester Tyron and herself were sitting at the small table in his common room; Loras was resting in the smaller room just to the left of the commoner room.

"Oh, I can assure you that Daeron will be here soon enough. They do not call my nephew the Knight of the Shadows for anything eh?"

"The Knight of Shadows. Grandmother spoke highly of Ser Daeron all of the time. I haven't seen him since we were younger in age. I believe she wanted me to wed him. She would always say he was the only sword worthy of the title 'Knight' in the Reach.", Margaery relayed as remembering Ser Daeron's appearance—long dark brown wavy hair (which he always had a top knot to keep his hair from draping down his forehead), piercing emerald green eyes, and a tall toned build. He was quick on his feet which was unusual for someone his height and he was rather adept to fighting during the night hours. Margaery remembered how he obtained the title 'Knight of the Shadows': he was renowned for escorting nobles who were being ransomed by vengeful smallfolk or Dornish bandits, but he earned the title due to those who feared him because he wore all black armour and a hood cloaked his head.

"Ah yes so I have heard of the many tales of his ability to see in the dark. Slashing through many with his black iron—'Midnight', only to ride off on his black horse Regal. Haha you know he reminds me a lot of my brother, his father. Yorke always was the muscle, the strength, and myself well I was always fascinated by patching up the knights and making concoctions for illness."

"Well I guess we shall expect him at night then, Maester… Ah Loras you must come and sit at the table with us. Come, sit. Would you like some tea?", Margaery asks with a warm smile. Loras comes and sits carefully at the table.

"Hello.", Loras says in an earthy voice. He had just woken from his rest.

"Hi, you look well. Maester what would you say about his state?" Margaery caresses her brother's faintly bruised face. He winced away.

"I must say Ser you are looking well. The bruising and swelling has went down tremendously. How are you feeling?", Maester Tyron asks.

"I feel fine.", Loras replies lowly.

"That's marvelous. Would you like some milk of the poppy, Ser?", the Maester asks while going to his wooden shelf.

"No, I'm fine.", Loras responded while looking down at his tea that Margaery handed him.

"Are you sure Loras? Maester I believe you'd better give him a spoonful just in case.", Margaery relayed while putting her hand on her brother's shoulder.

"I do believe he should drink some, just to make sure he isn't putting too much strain on his body. Here you go Ser."

"I said I was bloody fine! Stop talking about me like I'm not here!", Loras yelled while standing.

"Ser it would be best if you calmed down—"

"Stop calling me Ser! I don't have a title anymore!", Loras yells and goes into his guest room.

"Maester I'll take that to him. Thank you.", Margaery says with a smile. She takes the jar of milk of the poppy and the spoon from Maester Tyron.

"Of course your grace."

Margaery entered the room to find Loras on his knees in front of the window. "Loras…"

"Sorry about yelling.", Loras says while keeping his eyes closed.

"Loras please drink this. You need to. I know that you are going through a lot right now, but you cannot let the past consume you. It does not define you. You are so strong and you need to grow stronger.", Margaery says while pouring the white liquid into the spoon. The smell of it made her stomach churn.

"Margaery can you pray with me?", Loras asks. He pauses and opens his eyes to see his sister looking expectantly. He took the spoon from her and drank the milk of the poppy.

"Of course, Loras." Margaery was worrying about Loras. She was furious at the High Sparrow for tainting her Loras—the Loras she knew and loved. She couldn't possibly understand how he still believed into the same things that mutilated him. However, she understood that she had to do whatever it took to get whatever pieces of her brother back. She got onto her knees beside Loras. She could feel the sunlight warming her face and shoulders instantly. She closed her eyes and waited for Loras to start.

"We are praying today to the Light of the Seven, for we have sinned and are continuing to sin. We ask for the Mother's mercy and forgiveness and we pray to the Crone for her wisdom so that we make the right choices in the journey to come. We also pray to the Father to bring justice for our father and any enemies against us. We—"

"We pray to the stranger as well… We thank him for sparing our lives and hold truth to the fact that our lives hold a greater future…", Margaery interrupted.

"We thank you again—", Loras says before being interrupted by Margaery.

"Stranger we ask that you bring death upon Cersei for what she has done to our father and to the people of Westeros. She must pay; all men do in the end.", Margaery says. She felt the warmth fade off of her face; she could tell that a cloud was covering the sun. It made her feel uneasy, so she opened her eyes and stared at a dark cloud in the sky. She turned to her brother who was still praying and got up. "That was beautiful Loras. Ah I almost forgot! The Maester picked up something from the market for you. I'll be right back."

Margaery left the room and retrieved a black and gold bandana from the room she was staying in. She walked back into the room and handed it to him.

"Oh thank you sister. It's nice.", Loras said while rubbing his fingers on it.

"Oh don't thank me, thank the Maester. I figure that you can wear it until your hair grows long enough to cover it… Here let me put it on you." Margaery grabs the bandana and ties it onto Loras' head so that it covers his scabbed scar. She walks in front of him and takes in his appearance. "Ah there we go… It brings out your eyes. Grandmother always said your eyes looked as if you could see into someone's soul."

"She did.", Loras said while smiling.

"There it is, your smile. It could melt the winter itself. Now let us eat. We must be ready for Ser Daeron's arrival."

After eating dinner the Maester stepped out not saying his whereabouts. This left the two siblings sitting by the fire.

"Where is the Maester?"

"I don't know Loras. That is a good question…", Margaery responded. She began to ponder on where he could be. The market? No, it was too late. So where, unless he was captured. This brought chills to her spine.

"You don't think he was—", Loras began before he was interrupted by his sister.

"No of course not. He will be back soon enough. Hopefully with news."

Suddenly someone entered through the door. Margaery stood up and grabbed a knife from under Loras' bedding. She walked to the opening with the blade drawn and peered out to see a man that was presumably Ser Daeron. He had the same top knot with the sides and back of his hair loose. It cascaded down his shoulders stopping right before his torso. He had on all black armour, his chest plate having a molded rose sygil into it. He had a little beard but under it on the left side of his chin was a scar that rode down his neck. "Ah Ser Daeron. Forgive my rudeness."

"Daeron is fine, my Lady."

"Well Daeron my brother and myself cannot be more grateful at your service. You will be highly rewarded for this, I can assure you. Margaery is fine as well old friend.", Margaery says with a small curtsy and smirk. Loras entered in behind her, while the Maester walked in and shut the door.

"Hello. I would thank you, but Margaery already has with such grace.", Loras tells Daeron who simply nods and shakes his arm.

"Well I went out to send a raven and I ran into my nephew. Great timing he has, eh?", the Maester says while sitting. "I would offer you tea, but you three must be headed on your way."

"So soon?", Margaery asks.

"Yes, my Lady. I have killed the night guards at Lion Gate so we must be on our way before the other guards come in to relieve them.", Daeron says while hugging his uncle. "I shall visit soon enough."

"Do come nephew. I rather enjoy our philosophical conversations over tea.", the Maester responded warmly. "Go along Margaery and Loras."

"Until next time. I thank you deeply for caring for us when we needed help the most.", Margaery says.

"Yes, thank you Maester.", Loras tells the Maester.

"Oh, it was my honor. I shall see you soon enough when the Lannisters have paid for their crimes against Highgarden and the Reach."

The three exit the Maester's corridor and enter the streets of eastern King's Landing. There wasn't any commotion except for a few drunkards stumbling about. Daeron walked to his black horse, Regal and grabbed garments out of the satchel pouch. He handed two gray robes, with hoods, to Margaery and Loras, which they put on immediately. Margaery noted there was only one other brown horse, which must have been one from King's Landing. Margaery and Loras mounted it and they headed to Lion Gate in the dark, with only a half moon and a cloudy sky above them.

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"We've made it.", Margaery notes as they reach Lion Gate. She looks at the tall structure and sees four torches lit along the columns holding the gate up. She sees four guards lying dead on the dirt, each with pools of blood flowing out whatever wounds Daeron left upon their flesh.

"You or your brother can take one of these horses.", Daeron says loud enough for only the two of them to hear.

"Loras you are better fit for choosing a worthy steed.", Margaery turns and says to Loras, who was sitting behind her on the horse. Loras climbed off and went to the two horses tied to the black torch arms. Margaery took this as her opportunity to turn and get her last look at the Red Keep. She took in all of the towers and reminisced about her time as Queen—Joeffrey and Tommen. She looked at the red banners with gold lions and felt a fire burn in her stomach. Margaery's thoughts were soon interrupted by four guards riding on horseback headed towards them.

"HEY!", one of the guards yelled.

"Loras let's go!", Margaery said while Loras mounted a horse and lifted a sword.

"You and your brother go ahead! I can handle them. Here!", Daeron yells as he tosses Margaery a long dagger. She catches it and looks concernedly at Daeron. "Go! I will meet up with you further down Goldsroad."

"Fine. Come back in one piece!", Margaery yells. She leads her horse through the gate, with Loras behind her. She turns and sees Daeron slashing through a guard; He will be fine. The two ride through the villages on the outskirts of King's Landing and stop only when nothing surrounds them but the night sky and the chirping of the insects and birds.

"He should be here by now.", Loras says lowly. He had started a fire for them. They both sat by it in front of each other; their horses tied to a Birchwood tree. They sat in peace until they heard ruffling of the bushes.

"Thanks to the Seven. You're back.", Margaery says while standing.

"I don't know who you were expecting lady but it sure as hell wasn't us. Hehe.", a burly man exiting the bush says, he was carrying two cleavers. Margaery quickly unsheathed the dagger she was holding, while Loras drew his sword.

"I can assure you that you're making a huge mistake. Men like you are cut down quickly.", Loras says while walking around the fire.

"Good thing there is another then.", another guy says behind Loras. He was shorter than the burly guy and he had his sword drawn. He quickly swings his sword causing Loras to dodge it, by leaping.

"What is it you want? Gold? Nobility?", Margaery asks, concern in her voice for her brother. He isn't well enough to battle this man.

"Now we're getting closer.", the shorter one yells. "What are you two doing all the way out here? Those horses are from King's Landing and judging by the looks of you two, you don't look like nobles or guards, so you must be running from the law. I wonder how the Queen would feel about that, eh?"

"Yeah, I wonder what she would think about that.", the burly guy adds. He slides both of his cleavers against one another.

"You wouldn't want to do that.", Margaery says while lowering the dagger.

"And why not pretty one?", the burly one asks. Margaery cringes at what he said.

"We have gold, more gold than you can imagine. We are Margaery and Loras Tyrell. I am Lady of Highgarden. We can give you an extremely large amount of gold, if you help escort us to Highgarden. I can even make you Knights. How-how does that sound?", Margaery says hoping that her smile did not crack. The guys turned and looked at each other.

"That sounds good enough to me.", the burly one says.

"How do we know that you are really the Tyrells. They are supposed to be dead.", the short one says.

"Here, look at this.", Margaery says while pulling her sleeve up to show her gold bracelet that Tommen had made for her. It was pure gold with a rose sitting atop her wrist, with vines engulfing her wrist.

"That's real.", the burly one notes while putting his cleavers down.

"Indeed, it is.", Loras adds.

"What is your name?", Margaery asks the burly one.

"My name is Yurane."

"Well Yurane the thing is your friend here could not possibly become a knight and I don't think we have a use for him. Also, that's less gold for you if he tags along."

"You foolish witch! Do you honestly think he would buy that? You are dumber than I thought.", the short one says. Yurane looks at his accomplice and charges with his cleavers. "Yurane you fucking cunt!", he yells before dodging with his sword. The two battle with Yurane winning, after he drove his cleaver through his friend's shoulder. "Agh!"

"Sorry Jon, but gold is gold.", Yurane says while he grabs a kneeling Jon's hair.

"Finish it Yurane. He never had a chance.", Margaery says while walking to Yurane with her dagger drawn. She watches him decapitate his accomplice while reaching up towards his throat, with her dagger. She quickly swipes the blade against his throat and shoves him forward. He falls hard to the ground and Margaery watches while the blood gushes from the slit as he grabs his neck trying cover it. Loras came up beside her.

"You're pretty skilled with that dagger and your wit can get you out of any situation. You are the full embodiment of our grandmother.", Loras notes. He didn't sound amused, but Margaery knew he meant to; she knew he was trying to be his usual self.

"I know. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, haha… Oh Daeron, we were worried.", Margaery says while Daeron rides up on Regal. She noticed fresh blood on his breastplate.

"No need to worry about me. I hope you two got some rest. We need to keep moving. We will rest during the sunlight hours.", Daeron says while lighting his lantern.

"We're traveling in the night hours?", Margaery asks.

"Yes, we must. There are wolves and mountain lions in these parts. Also, cunts like those two you knocked off. My main concern is to get to Roseroad which will take us directly to Highgarden.", Daeron says while tying the lantern to the saddle of Regal.

"We know how to get to Highgarden, we lived there our whole lives.", Loras notes. He had begun untying Margaery's horse and his own.

"And yet you need me.", Daeron added not impressed.

"Ugh um. We'd better get going then if we plan on making it to civilized land by daybreak.", Margaery says while mounting her horse. Loras mounts his and they begin their travel.

"I'd hope that we would have reached at least one village by now. I'm exhausted.", Loras says in an earthy voice. It was dawn and the trio had been traveling all night long. There were now on Roseroad.

"We will arrive to a village soon. There we can stay at an inn.", Daeron says. He was leading the siblings, being ahead by a couple of yards.

"You've been there before?", Margaery asks. She had her hood on to keep her hair from frizzing up from the morning mist. She had begun tired of seeing the same forest landscape; once you had seen it once, you'd seen it all.

"Yes.", Daeron replied. "Fear not. My name has a story to it, no one will bother us."

"Mm… Don't worry Cedrik we will rest soon enough.", Margaery says as she spoke to her brown horse.

"You named your horse Cedrik?", Loras asks.

"I know it's a bit silly, but it's in honor of the first horse I've ever owned." Margaery had caught up to Daeron and watched him smirk. "So he smiles?"

"Yeah, he does actually.", Daeron responded. Margaery could tell he was reserved and she hoped that he would open up to her.

"Daeron have you ever questioned why you were named after the Targaryens?", Margaery asked him. She had hoped he was still willing to be open with her.

"My father told me it was in honor of my Grandfather who fought alongside Daeron Targaryen during Robert's rebellion."

"Aw I see. Such bravery. I've heard that my Grandmother was meeting with the Dragon Queen—Daenerys Stormborn.", Margaery says. "As of now I would rather have anyone sit on that throne than Cersei. Even if she is the ruthless conqueror that they have painted her to be."

"All conquerors have to be ruthless. It is after they conquer, that you can determine if they are fit to rule.", Daeron replies.

"I'm sure she will be fit to rule with the smallfolk's approval of course. She did take slavery out of Slaver's Bay after all. Seems pretty benevolent to myself."

"You do know that your grandmother doesn't know you are alive yet?", Daeron asks. He turns to his left and looks at her.

"Yes, I know… I can only imagine what she must be going through. She will know soon enough though.", Margaery responds lowly. "Loras how are you?"

"I'm holding in there.", Loras responds.

"Good because we're here now.", Daeron says as the trio reaches a small wooden village.

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Next time: Margaery reaches Highgarden with Loras and Daeron. Loyalties are tested.

Sorry for the length again. I was too lazy to rewrite a shorter version of it. Thanks for reading—let me know what you guys think.