” Margaery Tyrell gave the queen a coy smile. “But I never knew that King Robert was so accomplished at the joust. Pray tell us, Your Grace, what tourneys did he win? What great knights did he unseat? I know the king should like to hear about his father’s victories.” A flush crept up Cersei’s neck. The girl had caught her out. … It had been Jaime she had been thinking of when she spoke. It is not like me to forget myself.
So the girl is as clever as she is pretty.”
Margaery was different, though.
her presence changed everything
UPON A SUMMER THRONE (a mix for margaery in a crown at highgarden, queen of the reach and most beloved of monarchs. for the girl who sat a throne of flowers and concealed her thorns beneath all that beauty, for the woman who was wily enough to take three crowns, one by one by one. for the summer lady who stood joyful in the face of all the rage of winter, laughing though the winds went howling like wolves through her lands.) [zip]
i. summersong - the decemberists / ii. cecilia - simon & garfunkel / iii. keep your head up - ben howard / iv. crack the shutters - snow patrol / v. the infanta - the decemberists / vi. something good can work - two door cinema club / vii. wonder - naughty boy ft. emeli sandé / viii. sweet disposition - the temper trap
Lord Mace’s youngest child appears to be the culmination of her siblings’ best traits: she has the intelligence of her brother Willas, the observance of courtesies from Garlan, and the good looks of Loras. She has also inherited her father’s desire for advancement and the Queen of Thorn’s cunning - yet her ability to keep her true intentions hidden is completely her own.
“How much do we know about our little rose?”
“She is pretty enough, she had to admit, but most of that is youth. Even peasant girls are pretty at a certain age, when they are still fresh and innocent and unspoiled, and most of them have the same brown hair and brown eyes as she does.”