Author's Note: This is just a fluffy series of scenes telling a larger story with tiny Westerosi children. Hopefully it will ease the ire of people who want to take my head off in the Sept of Balor for the last chapter of The Queen Gambit.

Willas Tyrell opened the door to the solar and looked about, taking in the image of his four and nine-year-old brothers playing with wooden knights. "Where's Margaery?" He asked Septa Castan, who sat watching over the two boys. "Father says she still hasn't come to the sept."

"Dunno." Loras answered, as his green knight attacked Garlan's golden one.

Willas frowned. "I already checked with Grandmother."

The septa clucked her teeth in concern. "Margaery was very concerned for her mother. I don't think she'd hide."

Garlan got to his feet, pudgy and rosy-cheeked. "Is she with Great-Uncle Gorman or Mother?"

"No, Mother's still in isolation." Willas answered, with a sad frown. Alerie Tyrell had lost a baby girl, and each of the family were expected to pray for their mother's recovery and the soul of the baby.

"Is she getting ready?" Loras asked, screwing up his face, but not dropping his knight. "You know Margaery, she'll want to look nice to see the gods."

"I did her hair and tied her sash this morning." Septa Castan said dismissively. "She's been ready for hours."

The three children and their septa quickly started searching the expansive castle for the missing child. Two hours and several servants pulled into the search later, Willas and Olenna finally found Margaery, head bowed in prayer, sitting in the Highgarden godswood, in front of the three great weirwoods.

"Margaery, where have you been!" Willas demanded. "Father expected you in the sept hours ago!"

Margaery blinked her large brown eyes at her brother, and said with all the logic of a three-year-old: "Why would I go to the sept?"

"To pray for Mother and our baby sister." Willas answered, perplexed. "Why are you in the garden?"

"I'm in the godswood." Margaery explained, blinking. "Praying for Mother and our baby sister."

Willas stopped, blinking at his little sister, and then looking around them. He looked at the three faces in the weirwoods, the heart trees that had been planted by Garth Greenhand which had grown so closely together they were almost one tree. He thought it distinctly creepy. "Come pray at the sept, Margaery."

"No!" Margaery argued, stubbornly. "I pray here. Robb says the Old Gods hear us here."

"Who's Robb?" Olenna asked, curiously.

"My friend." Margaery said stubbornly. "He has a brother and his mother just had a baby too, and Robb said that his father had gone to their godswood to pray for a girl, and it was, so I'm praying here."

Willas opened his mouth to argue, but Olenna put him off,by raising her wrinkled hand. "Willas, go tell your father Margaery is doing her praying. I'll stay here with her."

Margaery gave her grandmother a big smile, and bent her head again to pray as Olenna took a seat on one of the carved benches. She would have to tell Robb tonight when she dreamed that she had prayed in the godswood too, maybe the gods would hear it like they did his father.