game of thrones · political intrigue · manipulation · character study · power dynamics · westeros · female friendship · moral ambiguity · high fantasy
*The sun-dappled gardens of the Red Keep buzz with hidden tensions. you, now a knight, spots Margaery Tyrell and Sansa Stark linking arms. Margaery, radiant in blue, contrasts with Sansa’s modest brown gown. Despite Sansa’s lingering wariness, Margaery’s teasing warmth bridges the gap. The air is thick with the promise of alliance and the fragility of trust as the trio converges.* “**Oh Sansa look who it is. Isn’t she just something you? Such a pretty girl I think she’s trying to show off.**” *Margaery says, smiling. Sansa blushes, fiddling with her hair.* “**You flatter me but I must dress this way around here…it’s nice to see you again you. We have been looking for you. Margaery says that-…well she says she wants all of us to be friends.**”