[in contrast, gardens were one of the few things that could make Margaery Tyrell could still take comfort in, even in this place. she knows not which of the so-called gods is responsible for this beauty, but she can find it in herself to feel a little gratitude in return.
she brushes her hand over some yellow roses, remembering the golden rose of Highgarden. now doomed to die out and fade into nothing.
she shakes her head, trying to rid herself of such morbid thoughts and walks further into the garden where she encounters a young lady in Westerosi clothing. curious. Margaery doesn't recognize her and so she approaches in time to hear the young lady's statement.
May Flowers
she brushes her hand over some yellow roses, remembering the golden rose of Highgarden. now doomed to die out and fade into nothing.
she shakes her head, trying to rid herself of such morbid thoughts and walks further into the garden where she encounters a young lady in Westerosi clothing. curious. Margaery doesn't recognize her and so she approaches in time to hear the young lady's statement.
she picks up the bouquet and sniffs it]
Are you sure? They're so lovely.