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[Margaery]

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Normally, she would never attend something like this. It wasn't because she despised newcomers or anything of that sort - quite the opposite actually - but rather, because she and Bastilleprisoner were on... strange terms. And by strange, she wholeheartedly meant that he hated her. That knowledge on its own had succeeded in gnawing at her day and night, causing that familiar stone of guilt to once more settle upon her fragile shoulders. She was always messing up. She was always proving to everyone that she was just as awful as she thought. She wasn't meant to be a mot-

The sound of sudden distress stirred Margaery from her thoughts and forced her to return to reality and specifically, White. Fetching a shard would have to be hard when you were linked to a television of sorts, their panic was more than justifiable. [color=#b14767]"Hey, hey," She began quietly, soothingly, [color=#b14767]"Would you like me to help you? I'll grab as many shards as I can and then you can pick." Her own pendent gleamed around her neck, the fleur-de-lis symbol half hidden by the rose and her mother's ring. [color=#b14767]"Margaery, if you've forgotten," She added quickly, a smile blooming upon her face. She was trying to resemble the being she had been before this nasty pregnancy and the ordeal with Bast... trying not to succumb to total beastliness in the wake of all of her issues. [color=#b14767]"Let me know when you're ready."