She was like them both in so many ways. All of the better qualities that Margaery and Robb possessed had gone into their child. Her cheerful spirit and kindness had stemmed from her mother. From Robb, she had a nobleness about her as well as a strong love for family. She looked so like him, it wasn't until Cassana and he were side by side that Margaery could see how heavily she favored her father.
Had the gods been kinder, would she have been happier in the North? "I should have written," the words were out before she could stop them. She wouldn't clarify what she meant, not while Cassana was so close. She wouldn't understand, but better that she not repeat the words.
She should have written. Perhaps it was madness in her now, but being near Robb made all else seem paltry in comparison. What was the good of being queen when she was isolated and watched? Her nights were cold and empty, save for when Cassana would come to say good night. If she were to ever have another man again, it would be likely one of Renly's choosing. A blind mute that could not share who he bedded. It was only a matter of time before Renly urged her to give him a son.
However useless it was to wish, she wished that she could have found the means to run away with him. With how well her daughter was taking to him, did it not show how good his heart was?
"You should bring a dagger," Margaery cleared her throat, fighting her tears. "We collect sea shells and make them into necklaces. I'm certain Cassana should like to make you one." Her daughter nodded eagerly.
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Date: 2016-12-09 10:42 pm (UTC)Had the gods been kinder, would she have been happier in the North? "I should have written," the words were out before she could stop them. She wouldn't clarify what she meant, not while Cassana was so close. She wouldn't understand, but better that she not repeat the words.
She should have written. Perhaps it was madness in her now, but being near Robb made all else seem paltry in comparison. What was the good of being queen when she was isolated and watched? Her nights were cold and empty, save for when Cassana would come to say good night. If she were to ever have another man again, it would be likely one of Renly's choosing. A blind mute that could not share who he bedded. It was only a matter of time before Renly urged her to give him a son.
However useless it was to wish, she wished that she could have found the means to run away with him. With how well her daughter was taking to him, did it not show how good his heart was?
"You should bring a dagger," Margaery cleared her throat, fighting her tears. "We collect sea shells and make them into necklaces. I'm certain Cassana should like to make you one." Her daughter nodded eagerly.