[This world was so different than Westeros, but the beauty of it was undeniable. With the stress and constant questions about her safety, motivations, and status gone, Margaery found little to occupy herself with, save for exploring. She wasn't a Queen in this world and the High Sparrow no longer held her as prisoner. She could breathe the free air and surround herself with the light and nature that had been denied to her.

In a way, it was almost a relief, save for that nagging voice at the back of her head, begging for revenge.

It would have to wait. The woods and the beach would be distraction enough. She had freedom and intended to cherish it for the day. No matter the dangers that might be lurking just beyond the shadows.]