Margaery was on her way back from the shelter, having spent the day helping her residents with the latest harvest in the gardens. After so many years of living alone in the city without those she cared about, she had given up hope of seeing anyone else from Westeros. The City seemed to have brought her and forgotten the rest.

The sudden flash of red hair only stirs feelings of longing in her, a reminder of a happier time when she walked in the garden with a young girl. "We will be sisters, would you like that?" It seemed like an eternity now. Sansa was far away from the city, safe and hidden from the Queen's gaze.

But the moment that Sansa turned, Margaery felt her heart stop in her chest. It couldn't be. The city would not be so cruel as to bring her here. "Sansa?"