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[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

She was among some of the first vampires to be introduced to the world, created when her grandmother exchanged she and her family's mortal souls for ones a bit more indestructible. She was familiar with the guilt, the self loathing... it had eaten at her day in and day out those first couple of years. Margaery had still been known as Maarit at that time, the delicate flower who her father and mother sought to protect at all costs. Her porcelain skin had yet to transform to steel- she was still vulnerable, and oh did the world try to hurt her. But she couldn't have exactly blamed it. She was a monster and when she fed, she killed.

Eventually that guilt just faded away. She did not take too much and the world, in result, stopped pushing against her. It was a strange balance, but it was still balance and the gods above knew she needed balance.

One thousand years later, killing came easy to Margaery. Sometimes, Genevieve made brief appearances and caused her to enjoy the act, but those instances were as rare as they were unwelcome. The lines between right and wrong had been blurred substantially but she did her best to kill only those who she deemed to be morally evil. Being here helped too- between her wife and her children, she was no longer a solitary vampire and on top of that, her clanmates seemed unbothered by the fact that she relied upon blood to survive.

The cosmic general had been wandering around when she stumbled across Nero, surprise touching her expression as she surveyed the young boy. Call it intuition, but she was almost positive that he was a vampire. The bite marks upon his neck did much to give it away and for a moment, she touched her own neck, silently thanking Selene for creating her, not turning her.

It was strange to see a vampire on land that she claimed for her family, but wrote the occurrence off as an accident. He seemed young and amazed by the world around him- he might not exactly be familiar with the typical practices of her kind. [b]"Hello, love," She greeted softly with that in mind, a smile that revealed her own fangs offered warmly in his direction, "My name is Margaery Mikaelson and this is the Ascendants... Are you lost?" She didn't ask about his affliction, not yet anyways. She, of all people, knew how uncomfortable it was to be put immediately on the spot for vampirism. She would not subject Nero to that same feeling.

© MADI