Margaery had lived quite the moral dilemma as of late. Her good-hearted nature had especially been interfering with her vampirism and, in result, she had avoided feeding just to save some stranger's life. She had once been especially good at draining a bit of blood and then erasing the memory of her presence and allowing her victim to run free but since being reunited with Suiteheart and civilization in general, found that her control on herself had slipped. Drastically. She was an absolute beast now and fed with such reckless abandon that multiple bodies (far surpassing the one she needed to be sated) succumbed to her flurry of teeth and claws.

She had given into her desires today though, unable to continue to postpone something so vital to her. Suiteheart would have encouraged her to hunt sooner or later anyways and Margaery rationalized her little trip as an effort to save her wife some trouble. It was funny, she was completely unable to do something unless she realized it might either harm or distress her wife in the process. That was true love, she guessed.

Releasing a sigh, the recently fed chocolate point would abandon her room in the Observatory and find her place amidst the flowers in her garden. She still faintly smelt of blood and death and so desperately hoped that the natural aroma of her beloved plants helped to mask that. After all, there were many unaware of her condition as a true cannibal and, well, that was an awkward conversation to have.