Golden Rose // Tywin Lannister

10. Pig face

'I don't mean to disturb you,' Margaery said as Sansa knelt and prayed

'You haven't.' Sansa told her

''we'd like some privacy please if you wouldn't mind waiting inside the keep,' Margaery told the guards 'or if you'd be kind enough to give me your names I will ask King to speak with you himself?' Margaery threaten sweetly as she walked past them. Since sansa was on house arrest still not able to go anywhere without guards, they didn't want her running, just in case they needed to chop off her head. 'what did you pray for?'

'I can't tell you.' Sansa told her

'Why not? I'll tell you what I pray for... I was at the sept this morning let's see... for my family's health and happiness for an end to the war for a short winter boring in tradition I'm afraid and you taylor?'

'Love and lust and fun.' Taylor told her. 'oh wait I didn't pray for that, the Gods don't listen to me. that's what I'm getting myself. Can't trust them to get me what I want.' Margaery shook her head but a smile tugged at her lips.

'What about you sansa?'

'I'm sorry I just can't,' Sansa told her

'My cousin Alana was the most beautiful girl,' Margaery began.

'She really was gorgeous, that bitch.' Taylor remarked.

'Most beautiful girl I've ever seen but I was 12 I was all elbows and knees and Alana looks like a goddess sent a torture me pig face she called me.' Margaery told her as they walked. Taylor oinked and Margaery elbowed her.

'Pig face that's ridiculous.'

'I think it had something to do with my nose whenever she passed me in the hall she would oink.' Margaery told her 'I was so mad, so I pray that she'd catch a horrible skin disease A week after that she came down with porridge plague.'

'Porridge plague?' Sansa questioned.

'Oh you don't have another North?' Margaery questioned, 'Your skin starts to look like boiled oats and eventually your face falls off and you die in agony.'

'Really disgusting.' Taylor confirmed hiding her smile.

'That's awful,' Sansa said and Margaery nodded but Taylor started to chuckle. 'you are unbelievable I believed you porridge plague, I'm an idiot.'

'Don't say that no you're not.' Margaery said as they continued on their walk

'So what happened to Alana?'

'Oh she is still the most beautiful woman and married a handsome Lord and they have darling children and live in a castle by the sea it's all terribly frustrating.' Margaery told her.

'Severely frustrating.' Taylor agreed.

'I'm sure she's jealous of you now. You'll be married here in the capital and she'll have to come watch you pretend to be happy that you're a queen.' Sansa told her

'I want us to be friends good friends.'

'That would make me very happy.' Sansa told her

'You must visit high garden you'd love it there I know you would. We have a great masquerade the night of the harvest moon you should see the costumes people work on them for months.' Margaery told her.

'Oh yes, its beautiful, I have all my old costumes still they are so beautiful.' Taylor agreed. 'Remember when you were little you went as a Queen a crown and everything, your dress dripped glitter onto the floor everywhere you went.' Taylor recalled.

'You went as a mermaid that year.' Margaery recalled.

'you know where it is said to have mermaids?" Taylor questioned.

'Where?" Margaery asked.

'Lannister Port.' Taylor added smugly and Margaery rolled her eyes.

'Come to High garden sansa, I'm sure Taylor and Loras would be happy to take you.' Margaery confirmed.

'I don't think the queen would let me kings landing.' Sansa reminded her

'The queen regent you mean.' Taylor corrected

'once I marry Joffrey I'll be queen and if you were to marry Loras...' Margaery suggested 'Your place would be at high garden wouldn't it?' Margaery went on with a wink.

'We would be sisters the three of us, would you like that?' Margaery asked and Sansa nodded