It was a plan to humiliate you both, you knew. The two young women from growing houses, coming to King’s Landing in search of a husband, of power—now engaged to each other. Now that both your husbands were dead, Cersei had swooped in and married you off to each other, and everyone was laughing at you behind your backs. Tea? You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the soft, sweet voice of Margaery. You look up to see her picking up the teapot, with a smile aimed at you. Despite the news, she had not shown any sign of distress or anger with you. Of course you haven’t either, but you were still impressed. Please. You hold up your cup with an equally disarming smile. It was something you had noticed, as soon as you’d met, long before. You two were quite similar.