"Robb Stark?" She said, moving to his side, recognizing the young wolf, even in the dim lighting of the night. She had not had the pleasure of seeing him in person, but instead had met his mother. He had her eyes, the same gentle and soft expression, determined and strong. Margaery held great respect for Catelyn Tully, which was why it pleased her to support her son's cause.

Until this day, she had not seen the face of the man that would be King of the North. The man that had been slaughtered and mocked by the monster, Joffery.

Margaery gazed down at him sweetly, twirling a rose between her fingertips. "You are Robb Stark?"