CALL HER FRIENDS — o, roseblood visitors

[Margaery]

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[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black; line-height: 110%; margin-top: 5px;"]Margaery adored politics. She was a natural diplomat, one who had been raised with a certain mindfulness perfect for navigating outside relations with ease. Her mother had been the same way, a natural charmer capable of talking in and out of alliances like nobody's business. Caroline had also been a leader a few times whereas Margaery... Margaery had only ever come close, true power - the crown - always just out of reach of her grasp. Regardless, it only made sense that she had inherited her mother's skillset and, further than that, made the decision to specialize in foreign affairs as the Cosmic General. Admittedly, she still didn't know what her job entailed completely but knew that her presence was required for this little visit.

Releasing a faint sigh, the vampire gaze study both Cain and Sola through curious gray eyes. The Rosebloods? She wasn't familiar with them. [color=#b09090]"Hello, loves," She would greet easily, her stare unrelenting as she continued to study the pair, [color=#b09090]"My name is Margaery Mikaelson and I'm the Cosmic General here. Do you mind sharing your intentions for being here as well as some information pertaining to your group?" She had to suppress a laugh at Moon's comment, her gaze finally breaking to focus entirely on Sola as she did so. The girl was a subject of interest for Margaery, one that reminded her greatly of what a queen- no, a leader (she just couldn't get the idea of queenliness out of her head, could she?) should look like. Genevieve stirred in the back of her mind, washing her in a wave of completely unwelcome admiration. Uncharacteristic from her - in the highest degree - but she tried to ignore it.

Do you want that, sugar? And I don't mean the crown. I bet she'd treat you better than Suiteheart would. A completely callous statement and one that she ignored with a subtle roll of her eyes. The day she left Suite for a practical stranger just because she exuded power would be the day that she and her father finally reconciled.  Yeah, not happening, Margaery thought back in response, hopefully, finally, shutting up Gen for a few minutes.