There wasn't much she could offer him that could compensate for the absence he would have in her life. She would send him letters, if she was able, but they compared very little to actually seeing her and being a part of her life. What sort of woman would Cassana become under her father's guidance and influence? They would never know.

She met his eyes sadly, digesting the news as calmly as possible. It was only a matter of time, she knew as much. "I care little for what my husband may say to this, but the Tyrell forces are at your disposal, should you need them. He doesn't control them and they will do as I command." It wasn't even Loras who oversaw the forces. It was Margaery's grandmother and Lady Olenna, despite all her machinations, was devoted to her granddaughter.

"We have only a week?" Her hands tightened on the edges of her shawl, coming to a decision instantly. "Let this week be ours, Robb. Visit Cassana in the gardens and by the shore, we are here often. Let me share your nights with you." She shook her head. "I know the dangers, but...this will be all we have left for us. Once the week has ended and you have departed, I think that Cassana and I will retire to High Garden. I can't live like this anymore."