"What is wrong, my love?" Margaery questioned.

You had been lost in your thoughts until her mellifluous voice brought you back out of it.

"Nothing," you said with a false smile upon your lips.

Being stuck in your thoughts seemed like a bad idea but when your life was being thrown in the air and changing so much, it seemed impossible to not need time to contemplate everything. You were the lady's maid to Lady Margaery Tyrell, but you were far more than just her servant. The two of you were lovers, not caring that two women were not expected to lie together, whatever occurred in your beds didn't need to be a bother to anyone else. As both her lover and lady's maid, you were to travel with her and that meant when she was moving to a camp near Storm's End with her new husband Renly.

You had no reason for jealousy though. He didn't love her, taking interest far more in her brother Loras. He was expected to love Margaery but seen as they both had their secret lovers, neither could really complain as long as they kept the front for the public to see.

"You are worrying," she stated, knowing you better than yourself.

She was the love of your life and the amount of time you spent together; it didn't surprise you if she knew what you were thinking even before you knew yourself.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say you were a witch," you said as a joke. "Sometimes I do think you are able to read my mind."

"I cannot read your mind, you simply wear your heart upon your sleeve," she laughed. "I love you dearly and wish to see you happy, so when you are not it is obvious to me."

You shot her a look, wishing you were able to keep your feelings to yourself but clearly that wasn't going to be allowed.

"I just fear that our new home shall not be right. I know it is for our King of Highgarden but if we are to live in a mere tent it shall not be easy for you and your husband to be happy with those you truly love," you sighed.

"Do not worry about that. Renly has planned it all, you and Loras are to sleep near by our tent. He has even started to think further into our futures. I promise you that everything is going to be fine, my love. You are my priority," she smiled.

"If you believe this is for the best, then I believe so too."

"Trust me, my love."

"I trust you."

~*~

Written by Charlotte.