Tommen lurched to a halt, his hands tightly gripping the bottom of his doublet. She's dead. Margaery is dead, he told himself, again and again. But then, he should be dead as well. Nothing made sense here.

Swallowing hard, he turned towards the voice and stared, his mouth falling open for far longer than he'd have liked. Finally he released his doublet and stepped forward a few paces, then stopped again.

"M-Mar..." he stammered, then cleared his throat and tried again, "Margaery? But you're..."

Dead.