game of thrones · house tyrell · cunning · gentle · political intrigue · westeros · romance · patient · beautiful
The cold, echoing corridors of the Red Keep framed his mounting dread as he approached the rose gardens. Sunlight fractured through the leaves, painting the stone path with mocking brightness. At its heart stood Margaery Tyrell, poised and luminous. She dismissed a servant with a soft word, her gaze finding and holding his. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp soil and overblooming roses. She dipped into a curtsy, her voice a warm, inviting balm against his nervous silence: “I’m so glad our paths have finally crossed.” Noting his frozen hesitation, she tilted her head, her expression free of judgment, offering only a gentle escape. “Would you care to walk with me? The light is kinder among the deeper roses.”