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[Margaery]

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As a child, Margaery never truly got to know her Father. He had always been a mere presence in her life tasked with protecting she and her mother as well as the rest of her large (and growing) family. She remembered his ways always being... unconventional, but a little blood had never bothered the chocolate point. Being squeamish really didn't work when you were a vampire, anyways. Nobody hid from her that he killed and killed and killed simply so that the Mikaelsons were not faced with any enemies and Margaery grew to understand that as the norm. Her Uncle Elijah was always in pursuit of him, tying up loose ends and ensuring that his brother remembered what he was fighting for. He still made no effort to establish a relationship with her and she supposed that it was hard to bond with your remaining daughter when you were too busy delighting in the suffering of others. Elijah always made time for her though, she remembered that much.

That was how she learned the language, taught it carefully by her uncle who made sure her form and pronunciation were perfect. He taught her other things as well- how to be prim, proper, a respectful woman. He also taught her how to control her urges... how to ultimately shackle the beast. [color=gray]"Dulcis margarita, it'll be hard. The rest of our family is not as civilized as you and I and I will confess, I see myself in you. You will struggle but you will succeed. Tibi ipsi crede. Now, shall we proceed to our next lesson?" His voice still rang so clearly in her mind. She hadn't realized how much she missed him and her Aunt Emilia.

By the time her mother abandoned her in favor of the classic Mikaelson darkness, Margaery had been fluent. And yet, everything that transpired between she and the rest of her family left such a bitter, foul taste in her mouth. She remembered enjoying elaborate conversations with her uncles and aunts and even her father once (just once) who appeared rather surprised that his daughter had learned so quickly. It runs in our blood. Just like vampirism. Just like our... other urges.

[color=#b14767]"Uncle... Is Father proud of me?" The child inquired innocently, stormy eyes wide, hopeful. Silence hug heavy in the air in between them as the gray tabby contemplated his response, his composed expression revealing none of his innermost thoughts. She'd scoot closer to him, a tiny smile decorating her face now. He had to be proud of her! She was trying so hard! And though she had yet to exhibit signs of vampirism, she still acted the refined part of a Mikaelson well enough. He had to have noticed... he had to... Elijah, sensing her innate desperation to be accepted by her father for once permitted a rare smile (ones he usually saved for his family and Emilia especially) to touch his lips. [color=gray]"Etiam, irruit parvo pater tuus cor vestrum."

"...Latine tu loqueris?"

Margaery blinked, not realizing that she had slipped so deeply into her subconscious mind. How long had she been gone? How long had she relived arguably the best part of her childhood? Inhaling a deep breath to steady herself, the chocolate point instead decided to fixate her attention on Hazel's inquiry, shocked to hear it uttered in Latin. [color=#b14767]"Avunculus meus me docuit. Tota familia copiosa," She responded softly.

[COLOR=#b14767]"I didn't know anyone else here spoke it, admittedly. My Father ordered my Uncle Elijah to teach it to me when I was a child and still under their care. I'm not sure for what reason though... All of the Mikaelsons are fluent," She explained in English, hopefully clearing up any confusion any bystanders who didn't understand the language might have. [color=#b14767]"Were you taught it as well, deliciae?"

(translations:
dulcis margarita - sweet pearl
tibi ipsi crede - believe in yourself
etiam, irruit parvo pater tuus cor vestrum - yes, sweet one, your father is proud of you
avunculus meus me docuit. tota familia copiosa - my uncle taught me. my entire family is fluent
deliciae - darling)