herunfailingkindness:

                          “In marrying my brother?” Margaery chuckled reaching for her friend’s hands. “I assure you, there is plenty to gain from marrying him. Yes, you and Willas will be a good match. You’ll be happy.”

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                   "Happy,“ Sansa repeats. A simple word infused
            with skepticism, wonderment and that dangerous
            thing with wings: hope. Highgarden, so far away with
            a husband that will be nice to her. It’s the closest thing
            to a dream come true.

                    ”He– he almost sounds like a hero out of a story.“