[b]"So, tell me about that ring."

Margaery's voice, though warm, was laced with something deeper, something darker. It was as if some ancient anticipation now clung to it, a gleam of worry dancing within her gray blue eyes. Of course she feared the worst- why wouldn't she? Her father was the royal asshole of the century and she wouldn't put it past him to send a spy to come and watch her. But then again... she really couldn't assume, as paranoid as she was. She'd just have to try her best to discover the origins of the ring in less hostile ways and more friendly, open ways. Which explained the question... and the tour, if she was being honest.

"This one was my mother's, I took if from her a few weeks ago," Margaery admitted, though not shamelessly. Caroline was just as bad as Nik and she felt no remorse about her actions. "Anyways, where would you like to visit first, Beverly love? We can either start by getting you situated in the Observatory or the Bunker or we could finish with that. The choice is yours."

[member=1497]Beverly Atkins.[/member]

So someone had simply given it to her nicely paired with a speech concerning honor and family? How ironic! Margaery wanted to laugh, knowing there was no honor in the family that ring had come from. She held her tongue though, gaze steely as she studied Beverly. [b]"Well you see, love," The chocolate point finally responded, each word slow and deliberate as she contemplated how to best deliver her next statement, "That ring is a family treasure of mine. It either belongs to my father - though I know you don't have his - or one of my many uncles. Which is strange, but that's okay. I'd prefer you to have it anyways." Already, this girl seemed far better than her own troublesome family and as strange as it felt to admit it: she believed that the ring was in good hands.

"Alright then, to the Observatory we go. I spend a lot of time there- mainly with my wife and our children. If you prefer a room with windows though, we do have a bunker! It's quite useful, if I do say so myself. Follow me," Margaery urged easily, beginning to wander in the general direction of both the Observatory and the Bunker. She had rooms in both because, after one thousand years of life, she certainly possessed a lot belongings that one room simply could not contain. Whoops.

Admittedly, Margaery was a bit surprised as Beverly revealed her attachment to the ring. To outsiders, it was nothing more than an almost gaudy piece of jewelry, holding little to no value both fiscally or sentimentally. It was the Mikaelsons that valued the daylight rings, wearing them, well, all the time. She hid her shock though, merely maintaining that smile as she desperately attempted to unravel this oh-so peculiar mystery. [b]"Well, it certainly looks pretty on you," Margaery finally decided, shrugging her shoulders, "Not many can pull it off." A laugh followed her words this time, her tense composure slipping.

She relaxed even further as Beverly asked about her wife, a seemingly gentler air surrounding her now. "Her name is Suiteheart and she's the deputy here. She's absolutely amazing and I've known her for a..." She paused, "Very long time. I'm sure you'll meet her soon enough! In a way, she's here with us now- we're bonded and can hear each other's thoughts and occasionally see through each other's eyes. It's a neat ability, honestly. Oh, it seems like we're at the Observatory!"