Margaery felt herself instinctively reach out for Cassana, trying to keep her from falling to the ground. The girl managed to right herself, grinning brightly and giggling as loudly as she had when she and Margaery played in the gardens.

It was a strange thing to see a man speaking to her child. Most of the court followed Renly example and paid little mind to her. She was a daughter, not worth nearly as much as a son might have been. For all the respect that Margaery was given, there was little that extended to the girl. Though Cassana never seemed to mind. She was doted on by her servants, Margaery's ladies and her mother's family. Robb's attention, however, woke something in her, a longing for approval and praise from an outsider.

Margaery could read it well, knowing how much this meeting would mean for Cassana. She would at least know her father a little before he left. "Would it be safe for Grey Wind to meet her?" She asked, kneeling as well. "We had thought to picnic by the shoreline today outside the city walls. The King is planning to hunt later. I cannot imagine there will be much in the way of negotiations for you to attend." And there would be no eyes watching them.

"Play with us." Cassana said, reaching for his hand to tug at him.