Margaery knows. The High Sparrow has underestimated Cersei Lannister, and she will die for it. Loras will die for it. Her lord father will die for it. Dozens of innocent people will die for it.
She is angry. She thinks about the High Sparrow - looks at him and lets him know what a fool he was. She thinks about Cersei and it makes her sick. She thinks about sweet Tommen and how his heart will break. She thinks about Olenna and that is when she almost cries. At least she managed to save the Queen of Thorns. She thinks about her dear brother, about the Tyrell name that seems bound to disappear, and she cannot believe she will not come out as a winner at this game she knew so well. She had been almost flawless, she knew it.
But Winter is Coming. It has been for a while now. And it almost strikes Margaery as funny that she should be thinking of the Stark house words now, when all of her other last thoughts seemed to have made perfect sense. Almost is the keyword, because she knows. Margaery knows it is because of Sansa Stark, her sweet girl Sansa Stark. The Tyrell (it is bittersweet to use that name. She had loved it so much, and now she cannot believe it is about to be gone) knew that they could never, ever be. That nothing could ever happen between Sansa and herself. That her feelings for Sansa were not smart, were not good for the game. And yet…
Not that it mattered now. She was about to die. She had hoped to see Sansa again, but she was about to die. And she was thinking of the Stark girl. Would she be all right? Margaery knew how strong she was, how sweet she was, how smart she was. She really hoped Sansa would be okay. Then the Tyrell was filled with regret for having never seen Winterfell. How would the snow feel on her tongue? Would Sansa laugh at her southern blood when she felt cold?
And Sansa had not seen Highgarden either. That made Maragery’s chest hurt. She still hoped she would. She hoped Olenna would take her there (her grandmother had to know of her fondness of Sansa Stark), or that the next Lord of Highgarden was gentle and joyful and held tourneys and balls and invited all of the great houses to be there. Sansa would love the gardens and the masquerades, she was sure. Her eyes watered thinking about how much she would love to dance and laugh with Sansa, but Margaery Tyrell would not cry.
I hope you are happy, sweet girl. I hope winter comes and goes and you see summer again. Will spring make you remember me? And maybe somehow, somewhere, in some other world where there is no game I must play…
And then it was green, but the last color on Margaery’s mind was the blue of Sansa Stark’s eyes, and she thought she had a smile on her face as she went.
We’ll be washed and buried one day my girl
And the time we were given will be left for the world
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague
So let the memories be good for those who stay
Mumford & Sons - Winter Winds