gardenoftyrell

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               "Lady Margaery,“ she greets, polite
      if not a little surprised. Sansa did not expect
      to find her outside the godswood, though
      the sept isn’t that far away so maybe she
      was praying too. Blue eyes lift themselves
      from the ground after a courteous bow to the
      future queen. ”I was just heading back inside,
 were you headed the same way?“