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She heard the rumors of course; of how he was betrothed to one of Walder Frey’s daughters and how he fell in love with a girl from the Westerlands who tended to his wounds. She heard the name of Jeyne Westerling from the lips of his own men, of how their King had fallen for her beauty and smiles… and seeing her in person, Margaery can definitely see the appeal. The girl was certainly beautiful with her chestnut curls flowing down her shoulders. It didn’t exactly help that in her own observation, the girl was prettier than her.
She sighed as she spared the man sitting beside her a glance. “You still love her, don’t you?” she whispered her question and was met by his sad blue-grey eyes, a perfect embodiment of the land they both rule.
“I would be lying if I tell you that I don’t.” he whispered back with an equally sad smile. “But you are the one that I married - you are my queen, remember?” he asked.
“A pretty picture for an ugly truth.” she replied and tilted her head which caused him to raise his brows. “That we are two strangers, married to each other.” she explained.
“I am sorry.” he told her. “But don’t worry, I won’t dishonor you and our marriage.” he assured. “Given time, we may come to know each other and probably learn to love - like how it was with father and mother.”
“You and your Northern honor, Robb Stark.” she said as she looked him in the eye.
“You and your Southern games, Margaery Tyrell.” he replied and a smile forming on his lips, which she found rather enticing.
“Stark.” she leaned in closer and whispered in his ear. “Margaery Stark.” she emphasized. “We are married now, remember?”
When she pulled back, they shared a smile of understanding and then when he reached for her hand to kiss, she was optimistic to believe that it is really possible for them to fall for each other and maybe he will forget about pretty Jeyne with her help.