CAN'T FIGHT AGAINST THE YOUTH

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

For a moment, all Margaery could see was a different life. Instead of Nik, it was Roman who was her father- caring for her, raising her, loving her even when she did choose to defy him. She barely knew the stranger before her and yet she was one hundred percent confident that he would never think to sink a dagger in her chest the moment she expressed herself. Caroline would be happy too... and perhaps her relationship with her parents wouldn't have been so tattered. So beat. She could exist without the plethora of emotional baggage that the Mikaelsons provided her, living freely, living happily.

She longed for that reality- latched onto it desperately, tears forming in the corners of her eyes the more she realized that she'd never have that. Nik was after her wife and so long as he carried with him that anger, she could never even think to begin repairing the damage he had so ignorantly caused. As for her mother... she had left Margaery with far too many secrets, perhaps the biggest one standing before her. She had known of their love, but marriage? The diaries had never detailed that little fact nor had Caroline ever thought to mention it when they were still on talking terms. How could she keep something as big as her true relationship with Roman away from everyone? She didn't understand... She hadn't even got to meet the male before.

[b]"Oh." It was all she could manage for the time being, too consumed by overwhelming emotions to give him anything else. From the recesses of her mind, she could feel Genevieve growing restless. Margaery was hurt and emotional and the longer she stayed present, the worse every other facet was going to feel. She needed to take over, she needed to speak to this little secret. And surprisingly, Margaery relented, gray eyes shifting from gray to copper. Her posture changed too, the refined grace of her stance becoming more careless, though there was an underlying danger to the way she moved. Genevieve was back - though only temporarily.

"Why should I believe you, sugar? You were probably nothing more than one of Caroline's little flames. She didn't marry you... She couldn't have! She loved- Genevieve! Stop!"

Margaery was back, a frown twisting her chocolate hued lips as she shoved her counterpart back where she belonged. Not today. She was not dealing with Genevieve today. She felt better though, more in control as she gazed upon Roman. "I'm sorry... she's... I'm sorry." The tears were back now, Bast's sudden arrival doing little to comfort her. Marriage. Marriage. She couldn't believe it.

"They say I have her smile... do you see it?"

It was all she could think to ask, her voice surprisingly small and shaking. Maybe it was because she was doubting everything and needed something to ground her, some familiarity from her past. Was she really the product of a loveless marriage? A part of her had always suspected it but Roman... she was considering that possibility heavily now. The more answers she received, the more questions she had, that was for sure.

"I'm sorry... Inappropriate inquiry, I know. Welcome to the Ascendants."

© MADI