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She grinned as she watched both men leave, she could see them talking quite happily. Yes, Sansa was correct, they would work extremely hard. It was an honour for them, one they would not like to lose. If they performed well, there was a possibility of pleasing her once more and moving up in the world. She was in fact looking for new personal guards, ones that were not under the Lannister’s thumb. 

“Sansa, my sweet girl. I am going to tell you something, something that will you should take great note of.” She turned to look at her, grabbing the young girls hands and holding them. “I did not do it out of kindness, though they may believe that to be the reason. I am earning their loyalty. You know that I am kind but to survive in a place like this, we must be smart. Manipulation is the key, I hope they both strive well for in the future I may need them as my own personal guards, for protection." 

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                  She hadn’t expected that. It rattles
            her that her friend. her sweet sincere
            Margaery is playing the game. A most
            horrifying thought for the game is not
            known for its mercy. It has taken more
            lives than men, it had taken her father’s
            head and sacked her Northern home–

                  The game kills and makes a killer of
            you. Sansa’s wide eyes are filled with a
            silent form of anguish. Perish the thought
            she thinks. What if I caused Margaery to
            play this game, for I warned her of the
            king’s cruelty, of the dangers in this keep.

                  ”My lady– the Kingsguard… you will
             be protected, surely.“ Even then, she 
             knows it’s a lie for she has the scars to
             prove it. Her face crumples, the pink on
             her cheeks no longer from elation.

                 ”It is dangerous, lady Margaery.“