herbal tea [...] so I won't feel dead anymore

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

It was a damn shame that Margaery could not drink tea, especially given the fond memories she still had of the substance from over a thousand years ago. Her grandmother had prepared it often for her and her family, infusing it with herbs that grew near her childhood home. She remembered distinctly how her father always used to turn his nose up when offered a cup, refusing to entertain his own mother and absolutely insisting that tea was the worst drink on the planet. Given their tattered history, the Cosmic General was a bit surprised that a faint smile appeared upon her lips as she recalled that time, something akin to amusement glowing in her chest.

Maybe she just missed the days when her father was okay.

But Margaery dismissed the notion as soon as it formulated in that head of hers, instead deciding to approach Lessa and Suiteheart. [b]"I'm interested," She informed brightly, refusing to acknowledge the fact that she would not be able to sample any teas should the opportunity present itself. A sip wouldn't hurt, at least she didn't think so, and after centuries of adhering to a specific diet of blood and alcohol, she deserved this.

© MADI