Finally, finally she had succumbed to her urges and gave into her blood lust. She needed the blood. Her children needed the blood. They would die unless she took the plunge and gave into the beast that she truly was. Monster not a mother... perhaps she could exist as both, just for a moment. Besides, Suiteheart needed her. She couldn’t give up. Margaery knew that. As much as she wanted to hole herself up in her room forever.

A sigh would fall from her lips as she stepped over the border, the blood from her victims long since washed away in some distant river. The scent was not completely gone though, not even hidden under her natural smell of roses and honeysuckle. She didn’t mind, blood had never bothered her (she really didn’t have a choice in that manner, liking blood was sort of a requirement with her affliction) and her clanmates had never once made a comment. Sometimes she wondered if they were really that oblivious, that or they didn’t care. It didn’t matter to her though, so long as nobody made any sly comments about her murderous tendencies.

Before she knew it, the chocolate point had returned to the Observatory. Margaery would blink a few times, lips contorting into a frown. She could either retire to her room or attempt to socialize. She craved the latter, admittedly. It had been days since she had a meaningful conversation.

Sitting down, the lunar lieutenant would simply wait for someone to come and find her. She didn’t have the energy to exactly scour out a clanmate.