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[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

In the few minutes that Margaery had entirely to herself, she pondered the circumstances that had led her to taking this walk. Suite's transition had been an unwelcome one not because she wished to see her very-mortal wife perish, but because it had been at her father's hand that she had almost done so. He had been incredibly careless with his attempt to murder her this time around and that, the chocolate point had realized, had been her only saving grace. Had Nik chosen to have been a bit more thorough, she'd perhaps consider herself a widow at this point. She was lucky, yes, but not necessarily happy about the situation. Vampirism was a curse and now her precious wife would live with the affliction for... well... the rest of her now immortal life.

As troubled as she was, the moment a voice cut through her air (and her thoughts), she fixated her attention once more upon reality, a gleam of curiosity now dancing within stormy blue eyes. While she knew that she was currently situated upon the Typhoon's border, she hadn't actually expected to be greeted by anybody. Some small and naive part of her had just assumed that she could rest here for however long she liked, enjoying the salty smell of the sea and the way that the wind ruffled her fur. Margaery knew that it had been stupid of her to believe such, but refused to beat herself up too badly. She had questions to answer, after all.

[b]"Admittedly," She began in that smooth voice hers, "My walk turned out to be a little longer and farther away than I expected." Her words did not betray any of her internal struggle, as carefully offered and honeyed as usual. She even attempted a small smile in Rosemary's direction, figuring that it would at least be in her best interest to be pleasant. The Typhoon and the Ascendants were not exactly allies, but they weren't enemies either. Her daughter lived here too - at least she thought she did anyways. It had been a terribly long time since she had heard any word of Lilyspoise and after discovering the source and reason for amnesia, had willingly decided to stay away anyways. Her child obviously didn't wish to speak to her if she didn't wish to remember her, Margaery knew that much.

"It's nice to meet you, Rosemary," Continued the Cosmic General, "My name is Margaery Mikaelson." At her next inquiry, the chocolate point glanced down, pausing only to stare adoringly at her roses. "Well you see, I have a defective power so roses constantly bloom wherever I walk. It's a part of me now, I suppose," She explained lightly, carefully plucking one to inspect it closer. "I do hope I'm not infringing upon anything, I've just been a bit... troubled as of late and needed a distraction."

© MADI