[There hadn't been enough time to make a gown for her suitable for a royal wedding. It had come down to a choice between an elegant feast or a dress for the future queen. While her grandmother had insisted that they could manage both, Margaery demurred, preferring to not trouble their servants further. It didn't seem like something Robb would approve of as well. He wasn't a man that preferred a fuss, that much she at least knew about him.
He was courteous as ever, even as he seemed to be uncomfortable. Only Sansa was truly smiling, as though the wedding were her own.]
Thank you, your grace.
[The easy words and mask of pleasantry. It was an ignoble start to their married life.]
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He was courteous as ever, even as he seemed to be uncomfortable. Only Sansa was truly smiling, as though the wedding were her own.]
Thank you, your grace.
[The easy words and mask of pleasantry. It was an ignoble start to their married life.]
And you look very handsome.