“Don’t be so hard on yourself, sweet girl, I should not have pressured you to join,” she admitted with an apologetic smile. Lady Sansa may not have been a natural, but the girl had a spirit about her that Margaery greatly admired - the girl refused to give up.
“Next time, you may choose our activity. You have my word,” she offered.
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She doesn’t mean to make Margaery
regret asking her to join their party! It’s an
improvement from having to spend the day
indoors, apprehensive of anyone coming to
visit. Or worse, a day at court. Sansa quickly
shakes her head, reaching out to clasp her
friend’s hand in hers. “My lady, I had fun today.
Please, apologize for nothing.”
Pink lips curl at the corners, she ducks
her head in concession. Before she can say
anything though, her stomach rumbles and this
time Sansa really does burn bright red.
“Mayhaps we can sit for lunch, if it pleases you?”