Game of Thrones: King of Magic

Chapter 59

Sansa Stark. King's Landing.

- "Lady Margaery, are you sure this is appropriate? I haven't even picked out a suitable dress..." I asked in a slightly concerned tone as I followed Margaery Tyrell, the granddaughter of Olenna Tyrell, who was quite well known among the Seven Kingdoms.

Margaery was a really beautiful young girl that seemed to be three years older than me. She had mesmerizing blue eyes, long brown hair, flowing long brown hair, a slim waist, delicate and well-groomed skin, and a rather cunning personality.

As Lady Kinvara had taught me, in King's Landing, especially at Red Castle, no one did anything for nothing. And this statement, as well as my observations confirmed it, because Lady Margaery "accidentally" passed by Arya and I's room and went in, and then invited us to "meet" her grandmother and other nobles. And we'd only been here for two days, and even the Queen still hadn't called me to join her.

Luckily or unluckily, Arya had gone to her father's house with Fou at this point to talk about the fencing teacher. These days, our company was kept only by the sept of Mulloyne, performing the same duties as the sept of Mordane, who had been kicked out of Winterfell. And Prince Tommen and Princess Myrcella were busy with their own training already with another sept.

Of course, neither I nor Arya took this in a positive light. And while in my case I pretended that I was fine with it in terms of maintaining a decent and ordinary lady, as the Seven Kingdoms said of me, in Arya's case it was much more complicated. And this was intensified by the presence of our direwolves, who were "advised" to keep either in her room or walk with them.

Septa Malloyne was absolutely displeased with Arya's character, which resulted in a rather loud altercation. But the septa realized she was lower in rank, and so she kept her temper in check so she wouldn't get in trouble, which Arya did. My little sister could think with her head, so she used her father's name as a shield every time.

- "No, no, Sansa. Grandmother doesn't care about little things like the color of a dress or its style," Margaery smiled amiably, "And I asked you to call me 'Margaery,' didn't I?"

She was too friendly, and yet her demeanor matched everything I'd heard about her. She was considered a role model not only in Red Castle, but in the rest of the city, for, as I'd learned from Septa Malloyne, she was a frequent visitor to the orphanage in Flea End, the largest slum district in King's Landing.

And all that reputation was built up in just a few months, which I found a little too... right. And given that this is the South family, as well as Olenna Tyrell, my speculation that there was some sort of personal gain for House Tyrell for all of this makes sense.

- "That... would be rude of me, after all, we have only just met, Lady Margaery, and..."

- "I understand," she said calmly with an unchanged expression on her face, "Then, Lady Sansa, we will return to this when you are ready."

- "Thank you, my lady."

- "Not at all," she waved it off in a friendly manner, "And so we came."

Margaery and I entered one of the gardens of the Red Castle, which was filled only with maids of honor and servants I could tell were from House Tyrell, judging by the colors of their outfits. They were chatting in groups and took up about a fourth of the garden, but there was a definite distance between them and the gazebo at the end, apparently so that I couldn't hear what was being talked about.

We walked deep into the garden to the gazebo overlooking the Blackwater, where an elderly lady in rich robes, apparently Olenna Tyrell, was already seated, along with two others, a man and a woman, clearly standing out from the crowd.