I CAN SEEN AN ANGEL | PRIVATE

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

Margaery worked diligently, nimble paws kneading the earth, plucking weeds, and watering rosebushes that looked particularly parched. All the while, roses continued to grow at her feet, red - darker than usual - and beautiful. She'd tend to them later- it was her actual bushes that she cared more for in that moment. She forgot more and more about her problems with every chore she completed, actually existing in a state of faux happiness for once. It's a facade, sugar, Genevieve reminded her bitterly. She ignored her- she had to.

It didn't take long for Margaery to notice the sound of soft crying though, the song she was humming abruptly cutting off as she rose to investigate. Since their creation, her gardens had served as a solace for just about everyone now, extending to her clanmates a private place to think and relax if the Observatory or any other facet of the territory grew to be too much. She didn't know if the person crying would exactly want help, but the Cosmic General was not one to simply turn a blind eye on another's suffering.

Especially not a kitten's.

[b]"Oh..." She breathed softly, blue eyes widening as hey fell upon the tiny figure of Melody. "Darling, what's the matter? Are you hurt in any way? Come out here," Margaery urged gently, "Talk to me." Never would she even think to neglect a child, much less a crying one. Whatever had happened with Melody demanded her immediate attention regardless of anything else.

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