money power glory m. tyrell

six

 When Loras returned to high garden, it wasn't because of a wedding; it was because of a death. The death of his Brother-In-Law, the man he had secretly loved so. He rode solemnly toward High Garden, next to his sister in their heavily guarded carriage.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Margaery murmured, knowing the death of Renly affected her brother more than it had her. "You will find happiness again, brother. Maeve is a good woman, she knows of your lifestyle, and doesn't mind it. She won't bat an eyelash at a lover or two-"

"Sister, please do stop talking."

At that, Margaery sighed and continued staring out the carriage windows, the sound of horse hooves against the ground could be heard audibly.

Margaery knew it was selfish to think what she was currently thinking, but she did not care; a marriage to Loras guaranteed no other man would ever touch her ex handmaiden, and assured Margaery that her little bee would never stray too far from High Garden; the real world would disgust her.

The lady was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, at the sound of the horses hooves now clashing against stone roads and not dirt paths. She smiled lightly; they were close.

***

As soon as they pulled up, Margaery jumped eagerly out of the carriage toward part of her family waiting to greet her at the front entrance, she offered her grandmother a kiss on the cheek and her father a light hug, looking around for Maeve and her children.

"I'm so very sorry for your loss, my love. I know how it feels; after I lost your dear mother, I cried for many days-"

"Thank you for your condolences father. I sleep peacefully at night knowing that Renly is with the Gods now, and no longer in pain."

Loras slowly began making his way out of the carriage, gesturing at servants on where to put their luggage.

"Pain? We all know damn well that fool caused his own pain," Olenna muttered, reaching out to grab her granddaughters sleeve and inspect it. "He went to war for a crown he had no right to- and for what? Glory? now he's just a corpse, and you're a widow with ugly mourning dresses."

Margaery merely blinked at her grandmothers words, feeling the sudden urge to defend her deceased husband. "Grandmother, he was our king. And my husband, please respect him as such."

Olenna merely nodded, rolling her eyes and muttering "yes, yes" as Loras sauntered over to her and Mace.