Rumours

The castle of Sarsfield had been filled with hushed whispering recently. Rumours spoke of something terrible happening in the North though the exact specifications of what happened were unknown.

All anyone knew was that the King was furious.

Margaery walked down the halls towards the war room, the cloak she wore slightly longer than usual as it trailed along the floors. Two guards walking behind her. It was a precaution her brother had insisted on when she had been accepted as one of the Kings personal physicians and then, a personal confidant to the King.

There were definitely those both in and out of Robb's court who would seek to do her harm in order to advance their own ambitions. Especially those with daughters of their own who want to secure the very important and precious possibility of marriage to the King.

But Margaery couldn't care less about that now. She was quite curious to know if the rumours that the King was furious were true. It was still in the early hours of the morning, the sun not even having risen yet and she'd been woken rudely by loud stomping footsteps rushing up and down the corridor outside her room. The handmaidens that she had brought along with her had explained that they had learned from some of the guards that the King was furious with news from the North.

But the exact news was being kept a secret by Robb's personal guard.

And that was how she found herself here, moving to the war room as to speak with Robb. Margaery liked to think that in past few months she had spent by his side that they had grown to become friends, he still refused to call her by her given name, constantly referring to her as, "my lady" because he said it was, "improper" for him to refer to her as Margaery.

It was frustrating, but despite that Margaery knew that he had grown to trust her enough to at least confide in her. She had no doubts that there were plenty of things he kept secret from her, but that was fine, the very fact he did confide in her from time to time showed that she was becoming a trusted friend and ally, just as she was meant to be.

As she rounded a corner, Margaery came upon the sight of her brother, Ser Robar, Smalljon, Ser Emmon and many other members of Robb's personal guard marching down towards her. Each of them stone-faced and clad in full armour.

She didn't know what had happened or what was going to happen, but their very countenance told her that they were preparing for a fight.

"Brother, what's happening?" Margaery asked, Garlan coming to a stop as the rest of the guard continued on under the command of the Smalljon, one of Robb's most trusted men and allies. Not the smartest man in the room, but much like his father, he possessed charisma and his presence inspired men.

"Margaery, return to your room." Garlan warned. "It's not safe."

Ignoring her brothers words of warning, Margaery stared up at her brother firmly. "I'm not a child, dear brother. I am very much capable of protecting myself and I have my guards with me." Garlan took a quick glance to the two men of House Tyrell that had stepped back to give the siblings some measure of privacy. "What is happening?"

"I cannot tell you; the King has demanded secrecy on this matter. If you must know, then head to the Great Hall, a meeting will be held there soon." With that, and a quick nod to the men guarding her, Garlan set off down the corridor to catch up with the rest of the King's personal guard.

Margaery temporarily pausing as she looked at her brothers back in surprise.

It was no doubt a temporarily slip of tongue, something he hadn't meant to say or imply, but nonetheless it had happened. Her brother had kept her out of the loop simply because Robb asked, well knowing Robb he ordered it, but even so, Garlan had always informed her of the inner workings of Robb's court and to parts she wasn't privy to. The very fact that he did not, showed that maybe Garlan's act of a loyal servant was no longer just that anymore.

Putting that thought out of her mind, Margaery continued walking down the corridor and looked at the door leading to the war room.

Taking a deep breath to centre herself, Margaery knocked on the door and waited patiently. There was a shuffling of movement and then the door was opened to reveal the near nineteen-year-old, Olyvar Frey, Robb's squire and from what she had seen, was quite devoted and a good friend of the King.

She could understand why. He was shown more compassion, friendship, and kindness from Robb than his own father. Margaery very much doubted he could betray Robb.

"Lady Margaery, what are you doing here?" Olyvar asked.

"I came here to see the King, is he here?" Margaery smiled charmingly, though while there was a slight flush to his cheeks, Olyvar seemed mostly unaffected.

Shaking his head, Olyvar answered negatively. "He is not, my lady. His Majesty, the King left for his chambers to pray." Margaery nodded her head, without a Godswood, Robb was effectively without a place to properly pray, but still seemed very pious and religious, using his sword with the Weirwood handle as a means to pray to his Old Gods. Margaery herself was very much a believer of the Seven, but she did find the Old Gods very interesting.

"I will go to him then, thank you, Olyvar."

"Ah, his Majesty wished to be undisturbed." Margaery frowned slightly at Olyvar's words, but nonetheless believed she would be able to see him, that was until Olyvar spoke next. "He is being guarded by Lady Dacey and Ser Brienne."

That stopped Margaery before she even began, her mouth temporarily opening before closing once more, pursing her lips tightly. Both Brienne and Dacey were very stern and strong women, as much as she might try, she would not be able to convince either women to let her through.

"Thank you, Olyvar." As he bowed his head, Margaery turned on her heel and started making her way towards the Great Hall. 'I guess I will have to find out what all the fuss is about a bit later then.'