[Musebox] - Escaping King's Landing

[thekittenqueen]

By the sheer grace of the gods, she'd survived. It had been pandemonium. So many people from the court trying to force their way out of the doors. Somewhere in the mass exodus, Loras' hand had fallen from hers. The Sparrows realized too late what was happening. Margaery had managed to slip free, but her father and brother had been bared from the exit, The High Sparrow grasping the last two prisoners he had left.

He had let his hubris get the better of him and because of that, a large number of the city was killed. It was all such a blur. The sudden feel of the sunlight on her skin, the blinding light as she pushed through the doors, and then a loud whoosh and bang and then everything went black.

When her consciousness returned, she was in the harbor, leaning against the wall with her legs dangling in the water. Then the haze set in, the moving through the motions. She had no place to go and she was a fugitive. Cersei would have her killed and it was unlikely that Tommen (sweet, pliant Tommen) could protect her. Her family was weakened and there was nothing in High Garden left for her.

Without thinking, she had managed to intercept a carriage (disguised, not that anyone would recognize her in the state she was in) and headed North. She had one friend she could trust, someone who had experience of evading the Lannisters. Sansa was at Winterfell, according to the reports others gave. Winterfell was the last refuge open to her.

When she arrived at the gate, she allowed the men to talk around her. The carriage driver who delivered her safely, the guards keeping vigil, and those who attended on the new King of the North. Someone darted off to alert him, she couldn't say who or why. It was all such a blur. She was waiting still for her mind to start once again and to feel anything. Pain, sadness, anger. She was numb and tired.

Fit for the crypts beneath the castle.

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[starkbastard]

It was early morning when Ser Davos came to his solar, dismissing the servants that were attending to the new appointed King of the North as he took his breakfast. This conversation had to be done in privacy, it was imperative, according the old smuggler. The reveal of whom was at Winterfell's door had taken Jon by surprise. Never he had imagined a Tyrell coming so far North, not after the report of the Sept of Baelor being blown to smithereens during Loras Tyrell's trial. The raven had brought words that the Southern House had been decimated but for its matriarch, and here was rumor of the heir at his door.

"Let her in. Be sure to prepare a room for her, and a bath and food as well. But be discreet about it, I do not wish for words of her being alive to spread yet," Jon ordered, knowing through Sansa that Margaery was a good person, one that could help them defeat the Lannisters. The new King would have to speak to his sister about this, trusting that she would know the better course of action to take now that her sole friend in King's Landing was safe, and was here.

When the woman entered his solar, Jon offered her a seat by the hearth, and a mug of warm, spiced wine:

"Your Grace," he said, still not recognizing Cersei's claim to the Iron Throne, "I must admit that I did not expect you here, in the North. Reports said that you perished in the Sept's attack."

[thekittenqueen]

She barely had time to enjoy her bath (the first in months) before she was laced into one of Lady Sansa's gowns and directed to the solar. A servant quickly whispered of Jon's new title, repeating the stories she had heard on the road. Now that she was in the North, it was easier to believe. If he was King, then he was in a position to protect her, as he had Sansa. He had the power and authority to keep Cersei from finishing her massacre. Though, how long they would be safe, Margaery was uncertain.

No one seemed safe anymore.

Margaery curtsied, her limbs still aching from the rough journey and the scars that she had earned from the blast. Her face was haunted in a way it had never been. The loss of her family creating a rift inside her not easily mended by a bath and warm meal. He was kind, however, and she was grateful for his hospitality.

He had no reason to be, given who her family sided with. Some might say they were given their deserved punishment.

She shook her head, lowering herself into the seat he offered. "It seems impossible to have survived. I don't remember very much about what happened." Nor did she want to try. "It is better that I am believed to be dead. I will not bring danger to your house that way."