Ame wa yamu koto wo shirazuni // p, margaery

[Margaery]

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MARGAERY MIKAELSON

How was Margaery feeling nowadays?

The short answer to such an inquiry would be a harshly said 'bad', for it seemed that her life had completely managed to turn itself upside down. She was not happy. Not in the slightest. But was stuck as to what she could even begin to do to fix the issues that she had inadvertently brought upon herself. A catatonic, self-destructive being as of late, she should have foresaw this outcome and yet, her turmoil had fallen onto blind eyes. Why? Why had she allowed this to happen? The only incident that had not been her fault had been the destruction of her garden but she still felt its ill-effects- ones that choked the very breath from her as she sat among the charred remains of something that was once beautiful.

The only thing that brought her any semblance of joy as of late was the fact that Suiteheart had managed to salvage her precious lilies. They, too, bore scars from the flames that had licked hungrily upon them, but unlike the roses that had been consumed in destruction's wake, had managed to survive on some lucky whim. She was sitting before them now actually, an empty gaze trained on one of the few that escaped with no damage.

How she envied that flower.

Margaery had been so lost among her own thoughts that she nearly didn't hear the sound of Roy's voice. She wondered, briefly, why he was here but decided not to question it. Had he not come along, her lilies would be nothing but ash. "Better," She lied quietly, forcing her attention to divert from her flowers to study the other male's face. [color=#b14767]"Margaery Mikaelson... it's a pleasure to meet you. Please, don't worry about the roses. You did all you could and for that, I'm appreciative."

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