[This is a side of the story she had not heard. Both Tyrion and Sansa had disappeared, as far as she was aware, they had been together. What happened in the North was unknown to her, as that aspect of Westeros fell by the way side, dominated by the High Sparrow's presence.]

Who did you marry?

[She pauses in her steps, turning to face Sansa. There was something beneath the surface, her friend's face always easy to read, even when she tried so desperately to lie. It was a gift that Margaery hated to employ towards Sansa, but one she was grateful for now. Something had happened, it was obvious.]

I have nothing to return to. Only death, but I have been spared of it.