The sun was high in the sky, casting its golden rays across the lush gardens of Highgarden. Margaery strolled through the fragrant maze of roses and lavender, her gown trailing lightly on the stone path. The day was peaceful, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of servants at work. It had been a week since she left Bitterbridge after the death of Renly and the fighting following the news.

Margaery paused by a fountain, her fingers lightly grazing the cool stone as she gazed at the water’s soft ripple. She had been busy with the demands of court, but moments like this gave her a rare sense of calm. Her thoughts were interrupted by the approach of her handmaiden, who came bearing news. She already knew what it was, her family had saved King's Landing and now she would be sent for.