07-12-2018, 10:36 PM
MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED
Growing up, Margaery had been told countless times that she had her mother's smile, her mother's eyes. She had always agreed with them, knowing that they were right, knowing that everyone around her was relieved that she didn't resemble her father in any way. She never told them that she carried his temper though, fierce and burning and hot, wanting to devour all. No, they wouldn't like to hear that and she wasn't dumb enough to destroy the fragile peace she had created by looking so similarly to her mother. So she just smiled because she was supposed to, because when they looked at her, they wanted another Caroline, not another Nik.
She supposed she didn't think about her mother often. Not as much as her father anyways. He... he was an omnipresent force in her life, always looming over her, suffocating her. She could rarely spend a year without him interfering with her happiness in some way, shape, or form, and admittedly, the girl often times found herself wishing that it had been one of Caroline's many flings that had sired her- not Niklaus.
As she stood staring at this stranger, she struggled to understand why he was on the verge of tears. Her necklace? Her last name? Why were those things important? And then it clicked. Caroline. It had to do with Caroline. She was popular and well-respected in some way, doing things as she wanted to in brief separations from her father. Could this individual know of her?
[b]"Did you know my mother, love?" She inquired softly, feeling an unfamiliar emotion rising to the surface, "Who are you? What's your name?" Her voice hardened with every word, something akin to fear now dancing brazenly across her features. "I don't understand."
She supposed she didn't think about her mother often. Not as much as her father anyways. He... he was an omnipresent force in her life, always looming over her, suffocating her. She could rarely spend a year without him interfering with her happiness in some way, shape, or form, and admittedly, the girl often times found herself wishing that it had been one of Caroline's many flings that had sired her- not Niklaus.
As she stood staring at this stranger, she struggled to understand why he was on the verge of tears. Her necklace? Her last name? Why were those things important? And then it clicked. Caroline. It had to do with Caroline. She was popular and well-respected in some way, doing things as she wanted to in brief separations from her father. Could this individual know of her?
[b]"Did you know my mother, love?" She inquired softly, feeling an unfamiliar emotion rising to the surface, "Who are you? What's your name?" Her voice hardened with every word, something akin to fear now dancing brazenly across her features. "I don't understand."
© MADI
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