She didn't expect him to know her. They never had the opportunity to cross paths, nor did she imagine her family had paid him much mind. The Tyrells had been busy planning their eventual rise to power. The Lannisters had been their concern, not the Starks. Though she imagined he had at least seen her brother...and heard the rumors of him. Loras had never truly been discreet.

"Margaery of House Tyrell." It seemed so long since she could last introduce herself in that way. In this world, it had to be "Margaery Tyrell", otherwise there would be confusion. It was refreshing to at least return to some of the old ways, the familiar courtesies of home. She could almost forget her recent existence in this world and imagine herself a noble lady once more. Despite enjoying her chores and the satisfaction at the end of the day, she missed her life in High Garden.

She didn't expect a warm welcome. Her house had never made it apparent where their loyalties lie or what their aim was. The only true allegiance they seemed to overtly display was towards Renly and that was due to Loras.

"We never had the opportunity to meet, Lord Stark, but I have heard a great deal about you. Your reputation proceeds you."