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“Yes, it shall be a wedding to be remembered.” However she wasn’t exactly sure if it would be for the right reasons, there was so much war and conflict, not to mention all the drama that had encapsulated Kings Landing. She had to wonder if she had bitten off more then she could chew. “When we are alone, please call me Margaery. I must ask, are you looking forward to winter?”

“Lions will not be necessary, that I can assure you. Do not down play your talents, be proud of them and let them shine. I believe this to be a chance for us to get to know each other quite well.”

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                       "Oh, but my la– Margaery, you are to be queen.“ It feels treasonous to speak so familiarly with her, friend or not. It feels like sharing a part of herself that used to be carefree and trusting and in love with the world. She still loves, she feels, but it’s more possessive, protective, the circle s h r i n k s. Mayhaps she can try to cut down on the polite courtesy once in a while, just to appease her.

                         ”It would turn the air cooler here in Kings Landing,“ Sansa replies, ever the diplomat. It’s both the truth and not the truth at all. She smiles wider, more genuine this time. ”You are too kind, my l– Margaery. I look forward to it.“