Complicated

They were looking, stealing secret glances, their eyes shimmering under the dim light. The big hall was crowded with people in black suits and tight dresses, expensive designer shoes and high heels. Soft classical music was playing in the background making everything even more sophisticated than it was. On the walls were hang portraits of their ancestors as well as a few marble sculptures, placed on a specific spots.

Another hour passed by, green eyes were searching for blue ones only to be met… again with flaming red hair.

She was still talking to someone.

The Tyrell girl took a sip from her tall glass, trying to engage in the conversation but never leaving the younger girl from her sigh. She straightened her back and held her head high, smiling nicely at the guests. Her fake smile was well practiced since she was a little girl, her grandmother used to tell her that there was something magical and really charming about it. It was like a second nature to her now.

From the corner of her eyes she saw handsome, slender man approaching her, a hard expression on his face. Before she got the chance to excuse herself from the conversation without making it awkward he was already there, smiling apologetically at the guests, which were far more interested in her rather than the purpose of this meeting.

He placed his hand on her arm, leading them to where Olenna Tyrell was seated.

“Loras!” She hissed quietly, leaning in his dark blonde locks.

“Grandmother wants to speak with you, immediately. I’m certain that, this is about the Stark girl.” He kept looking forward, clenching his jaw.

She felt shivers down her spine.

“Grandmother” She stood in front of the older woman, as Loras nodded slightly and left them alone.

“Margaery, come and sit, dear. I need to have a few words with you.” She looked around one last time before sitting, straightening her pencil skirt in the process.

“What is it…?” She allowed herself to be nervous only around her family

“Let’s not beat around the bush, shall we. I see your progress with Sansa has been…rather slow lately.” Margaery’s eyes turned to the direction in which Olenna was looking but she felt her heart beating at rather fast pace.

Much to the other’s stiff and business-like composure, Sansa Stark was acting very much like her 19 years old self. She giggled when the man leaned in and whispered something in her ear, which made her blush even more. However, his hand on her lower waist didn’t go unnoticed by the Tyrell’s.

“Do you have something to say in your defense, young lady?” Margaery’s green eyes were still glued to the Stark, as she felt her hands getting sweaty and trembling. As if on cue or it was just Margaery’s heavy stare, Sansa’s eyes locked with hers.

Without saying anything else the Tyrell girl smirked and gracefully made her way to the duo. She was going to prove Olenna, that a few smiles and a couple of words were enough to wrap her fingers around the girl.

Yes, she was “stalking” her all night.

And yes… she didn’t make a move, because she was too stressed to go and talk.

But her grandmother didn’t know that,… or she did.

“Can I steal this beautiful woman for a few minutes ?” She smiled catlike, leaving no room for response, gently taking Sansa’s hand in hers. The man was about to protest, as he opened his mouth to speak but Margaery was quick to cut him off.

“If you were smart enough, you would know that wasn’t a question.” Her tongue was sharp…yes. Usually the Tyrell heiress tried to avoid being direct and rude but anything involving the Stark girl was something else. Her eyes were glued to the poor boys shaky hand still touching Sansa.

He quickly stepped back, apologized and left. Margaery saw her grandmother nodding approvingly from distance, making her feel kind of guilty.

“Your grace, may I ask what was all of this about?” She mocked the older girl, slightly bowing her head in order to anger her even more. Sansa knew that she was one of the few people that could easily get under her skin, so why not do it more often.

Of course that made the blonde even more irritated but she tried to compose herself, not willing to give the taller girl the pleasure of teasing her.

“I would like to have a word with you in private.” Margaery stiffly said, seeing that a couple of people were already eyeing them curiously. Who knows what would happen if some of them…by any chance could hear their conversation.

Especially when Sansa was... kind of a tipsy.

“Mmm are you going to spank me?” The redhead giggled but made sure to say this really quietly in order only for Margaery to hear it.

The Tyrell only smirked, intertwining their fingers and pulling the taller girl after her.

“Depends, I see that you’ve been a bad girl today. Talking to some other boys and…” Sansa stopped in her track trying to analyze the situation but Margaery just arched her eyebrow and in no time they were already in the VIP lounge.

“Oh my… I can’t believe you. Are you jealous of him?” She laughed disbelieving at the older girl and a weird happiness ran through her body. After all, Margaery always used to tell her that a girls like them could never have something real.

They were expected to attend, to meetings like this, to be classy, to engage in important conversations and at some point of their lives all of these wealthy families would end up with their sons and daughters engaged to each other.

Of course Sansa was a naïve nineteen years old girl, dreaming of falling in love and finding her one true love but Margaery didn’t see things this way.

Or at least that was, what her grandmother was trying to teach her. She warned her about Sansa, she may be young but she wasn’t some stupid teenager and that definitely could play out bad for her.

Margaery has done this many times before, trying to be all charming and nice, in order to keep the family ties strong.

It was like a game to her, an easy game…and all of the men were on the hook. But here she was, Sansa Stark making everything hard.

“You are not going to talk with him anymore.” Margaery demanded stepping closer to the taller girl, her appearance intimidating her.

“And why is that? Last time I checked we are friends, you made that very clear right?” Sansa took a clumsy step back, wanting to run away from here.

To run away from Margaery.

“Don’t play this on me Sansa, we’ve talked about this be-“With just a few words said the Stark girl could always see right through her, break her façade.

“Oh yes I know that we’ve talked about this.” She nodded and bitterly laughed, the alcohol taking the best of her. Her mind was foggy but she knew that she was speaking the truth. She swept her auburn hair to the one side and stepped back closer, only millimeters away from her face.

“You made everything pretty clear, as long as I can remember.”

“Liste-“

“No, you listen this time.” The taller girl leaned in even closer her lips softly brushing Margaery’s but without fully touching.  

“I’ll talk with whoever I want, I’ll do whatever I want…and I’ll fuck whoever I want.” Margaery’s eyes got darker even though Sansa wasn’t sure if this was from anger or …something else.

“Do you want to fuck me, Sansa?” The Tyrell husked in her ear, her lips slowly making their way down the taller girl’s neck, taking her by surprise. She moaned quietly wanting to ditch this meeting and take Margaery to her room but of course that was not a possibility anymore.

The reality hit her hard, as she started sobering up a little bit. All of this was wrong, so wrong. The tension and the arousal disappeared at once, only to be replaced by sadness and pity.

She was playing with her, again.

Every time Margaery Tyrell was told that she couldn’t have something, despite everything and everyone she tried to get it, just because.

But Sansa’s heart wasn’t something to be played with.

Her eyes filled with tears, but they wouldn’t fall down. Not in front of the older girl.

“You can’t do this to me. You have no right Margaery!” She jumped back yelling at her.

The blonde’s eyes immediately softened and her own heart ached at the sight in front of her. She was ruining her.

“No, no, baby I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ She panicked and with trembling hands she tried to reach her face, but no such luck, Sansa was already at the door.

“I just… don’t understand. Why do you hate me so much ?!” Margaery was sure now that she was already a mess. Her own eyes were filled with tears, but she tried to blink them away.

She opened her mouth to speak but was quickly cut off by Sansa’s sobs.

“I don’t want to hear it; I don’t want to hear anything from you anymore.” They locked eyes and with that the Stark took a deep breath and walked out of the door.