It was the day before Margaery was to wed to King Joffery. And to be bold, she was worried for her. However, the brunette had a way of holding herself so high that Joffery would have no choice but to follow her every wish. To please his queen. Surely kings would stumble to keep their wives content. Palms folded in front of her as she confronted her in the garden.
“I am very elated of you, Lady Margaery.”
Lady Margaery would be no more.
Instead; Margaery, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
"May the gods bring you, and the King many sons.“
