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Of course it was not the same, “Sisters are not just born from blood or name but by will. To call someone your sister exudes such trust and faith in them, one that is unbound by restraints.” She wanted the young girl to know that she had her back, she was to be married into the Baratheon family however Margaery was clearly aware that it was more or less the Lannisters that pulled the strings. Joffrey was a Lannister through and through, she’d never say it aloud though.

“I was!” The memory alone brought a bright smile to Margaery’s face. “It was unbelievably beautiful, I wish to go back one day though I doubt that I shall be able to now." 

"I’m sure it would have been, I have only brothers and so I am sure we would have clicked instantly. We could have watched the boys show off their prowess whilst we ate lemon cakes." 

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                  The thing is, the tragedy of king’s landing is this: you can trust no one. Someway, somehow, they will use every genuine friendship and feeling and emotion and twist it, squeeze it dry and turn it into an angle, an advantage, a point of interest. Someone will do it, Any one of the players will and Sansa has been so throughly beaten by them that she finds herself wary of putting so much trust.

                 After all, she remembers her wedding feast clearly. The way none of the Tyrell cousins or ladies even looked at her. Not wanting to be associated to her on what was a devastating night for her young life. Still, she trusted in Margaery’s sincerity for that much is true.

                 ”It would be an honour to call you my sister.“

                  As though putting the solemn words to the back of her mind, Sansa let the corners of her lips tilt up in a mischief ladened grin. ”I don’t see why we can’t do that now.I hear the knights are training in the yard.“