Like Mavrin, Margaery hailed from an extensive family that could have indeed been its own group had they tried hard enough. Or cared that much. See, the Mikaelsons were far too concerned with blood and power to do much of anything else but murder and betay. That being said, they were a force to be reckoned with. And pure evil. She often times left out that last part. She had left for vastly different reasons though, tired of her father's suffocating control on her life and her mother's eventual pursuit of darkness and, unlike Mavrin, had been apart of a group far before this one. [color=#b14767]"Margaery Mikaelson," She greeted suddenly, her voice quiet, thoughtful. She wasn't feeling very well that day - both emotionally and physically - and hoped that it wasn't too obvious. Then again, she supposed that she did indeed have an excuse: pregnancy took quite a toll on a person. [color=#b14767]"Welcome to the Ascendants."

She'd shoot a glance at the others before finally finding it within herself to force a smile. It seemed as if these days, she was either too sad, too angry, or felt nothing at all. The fact that she currently found herself questioning which realm she occupied as she stood before the newcomer told her that today was a day of careless apathy. At least it's better than moping over Bastille, she thought idly to herself. [color=#b14767]"Would you like a tour?" She inquired abruptly, remembering her manners in that moment and forcing her smile to soften, [color=#b14767]"Our territory is rather expansive."