[It seems a lifetime since she had seen Sansa last. The ill fated wedding that her family had plotted and planned, allowing Sansa's name to be blackened hanged heavy on her heart and mind. All of that scheming, but where had it lead them but to eventual ruin? They had misjudged Cersei or the fanaticism of the High Sparrow. Locked in the Tower, Margaery had the time to contemplate her life and her friends.

There was one that she had regretted, allowing that gentle soul to be tarnished and blackened by Lannister hate.

Without hesitation, she opened her arms to embrace Sansa, hoping that she would not shun her.]

I'm pleased to see you far from King's Landing, no matter where we may be.