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It’s so good to see Sansa in such good spirits, it’s such a rarity these days and Margaery knows there would probably be a long drought before the next time the young girl can feel so free. Her eyes drift away from the Stark and back down onto the training grounds, a number of bouts occurring.  

“A silver Stag it is.” She grinned, rather happy with the bet made. Regardless of whether or not her fighter lost, she would ask both to come over and let Sansa have her moment to congratulate her man. Margaery had decided that both men would get a reward regardless. 

“Oh my, watch out!” She calls out, she leans forward as she becomes immersed by the fight. 

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              In the midst of all that excitement, servants had came over with platters of sweets and goblets of something refreshing, to which Sansa is grateful for. She feels flushed, her face heated and the prospect of something to cool her down is immensely welcomed. It’s been too long since she’s so lighthearted about anything it almost feels awkward.

              But then her knight pulls out a great move, an arcing swing of his blade and she jumps out of her seat to applaud him. Blue eyes are bright, mischievous in a way that has not been seen since Winterfell– and she claps, turning to Margaery to clasps her hands. “My lady, did you see that? How exciting!”

             They bow to each other and then to the two ladies which makes Sansa turn a bright shade of pink down her neck. “We should thank them for putting on such a good fight. Surely words from their future queen will encourage hard work.”