ʰⁱⁿᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˡⁱᵒⁿ

    The lady Margaery was raised to be wise, and she was familiar with a woman’s subtle and even mischievous antics, especially being that she was one who hosted similar behaviour among the many. She questioned the abrupt approach and eagerness to bond, as she did with most royal members before truly getting to know them. Nevertheless, those thoughts were set aside, if only to follow suit and do her best to get to know the family she would soon join. Eyes lowered momentarily as she felt the soft touch on her hand, and a kind smile curled across her lips in response. ❛  You’re so very kind, Princess — Or, rather … I suppose I shall call you sister now .   ❜ Her subtle grin turned into one more genuine and she let out a soft laugh as her shoulder playfully pressed against the woman’s.

  ❛  I was sorry to learn of Lady Myrcella’s move away from home .  ❜ That matter, Margaery expressed genuine empathy toward. She was one who favoured family above all, and loved her own with the entirety of her heart. Losing her brother would truly devastate her, and the look in her eyes evidently painted the saddening thought that now took priority in her mind . ❛  …. I feel comfort with Loras nearby. Although we have had our own duties in life, no – we have not parted in ways you have from your sister . I can only imagine the space it has left in your heart .  ❜ Returning a physical touch, she stretched her free hand to rest on her wrist. ❛  Perhaps spending more time in her favourite places would bring you comfort rather than pain, with time of course . Or with company . Have you asked one of your brothers to accompany you here ? Surely they must feel a loss as well.   ❜ Her words did not speak truth. Although she had yet to get to know Tommen, Margaery was well aware of Joffreys cold heart, but she would always speak highly of her soon to be husband.  ❛  In any case, I will be happy to spend the time with you , anytime you need .   ❜

              ❛  MY    HEART    IS    WHERE    SHE    GOES  .    I    WORRY    FOR    HER    SAFETY    IS    ALL  .  ❜                     the touch startles her  ,    brought from the thought of existence    /    without myrcella   ,    alone in protecting tommen  .          fingers skim over the other’s hand  ,    divulging in food for thought  .   alas    —-    replacements   ,    there are none for her sister  :    dear  ,    sweet    &.    pure  .     no one can fill this gap  ,    not even tommen or mother  .    o  ,    lure me with promises of companionship  ,    love  .     but i am incomplete now  ,    fragmented parts of me belong with her  .     ❛  I’M    AFRAID    NOT    BUT    MAYHAPS  ,    I    WILL  .    ——-    I    THANK    YOU    FOR    YOUR    GENEROSITY  .  ❜

          she does not want to leave. not to go and live with strangers, not to sail for a strange land, not to leave her brothers and her sister far behind! it is no easy feat, to be as brave as she must be. to tamp down the tears and smile bravely (for if, even now, she lets the tears fall, when shall they stop?), yet both things she does. “only if you shall keep mine here,” she says, even as she takes the cloth-wrapped gift into her hands. she does not need to open it to feel what it must be, the very shape and form of it pressing through the cloth: a blade, a weapon for a princess among strangers on her own. thought of using it sends a chill that spirals down her spine, and yet myrcella finds herself grateful. more grateful still, however, for her sister’s embrace - - - which she returns, and fiercely, as though to cling so tightly might make the moment of her departure pass them by unnoticed. “you must take care of tommen, while i am gone,” she says. “even from joffrey - - will you promise me?”

❛       i  will.       ❜        darling,      we  are  destined  for  greater  things.        anger,      dread,      it  dulls  in  company  with  her  sister,      leaving  room  for  a  softness      ———      drawn  from  none  other  than  myrcella  herself.        (it  is  not  something  she  could  coerce  by  mere  command,      pleasantries  wrapped  in  genuine  emotion  or  interest.        it  was  lost  in  all  these  years  in  king’s  landing,      if  it  was  ever  there  to  begin  with.        instead,      there  is  pretty  words,      dripping  with  venom,      and  vague  smiles,      senseless  of  rapt  interest  or  joy.)        stripped,      is  her  tempered  resolve,      and  in  its  wake  left  a  disobliging  throat,      a  hollowed  heart.        hand  ‘pon  cheek  rests  hesitantly,      withdrawn  from  the  embrace  to  look  upon  the  one  bestowed,      lion  to  lion     /     doe  to  doe.         her  posture  trembles,  eyes  prickling      ———      a  conscious  refrain,      she  calls;      children  of  their  house  must  stay  strong.        swallowing  grief,      as  she’s  always  done,      there  is  a  hint  of  a  weak  smile   -   for  hope.

“                FROM    LADY    MARGAREY    OR    ANYONE    WHO    ISN’T    US     .      IF    THEY     MEAN    HARM     ,      TELL    ME     .                 ”              and    she    won’t    break    her    promise     ,      to    myrcella.    they    are    lannisters     :     brother     ,      sister      ,      mother     .      this    is    all    she’s    ever    known     .                  “                 I    CAN    MAKE    THEM    PAY      .                 ”

❝     𝐘𝐎𝐔    ———     come far.  what say you,    is there news for king?     ❞

    Brought to her by royal guards, the young princess who much to Margaery’s surprise so sweetly and with such confidence, slipped her hands around her arm. Albeit, surprised by the action, the woman responded with a similar smile; one she wore around the kingdom with pride. A soft giggle escaped curled lips.   ❛ We shall,  ❜  she replied, repeating the girls tone as she turned toward the guided path.

The softness of her hand rested upon the others fingers, and with a humble grin, Margaery nodded then drew her attention to the flowers of which graced them along their walk. ❛  As prepared as one could be. Being a Queen is an honour that will come with many responsibilities, as I’m sure a princess like yourself could imagine. ❜ Along with her confident stride, she lifted the other with a compliment. ❛ I’ve visited the people of King’s Landing, and many admire your family. I can only hope to please them as your mother did before me.  ❜ Lies so effortlessly left her tongue, and she kept a sweet front. ❛  It was very thoughtful of you to visit me this afternoon. The gardens suit you.  ❜

❛ i  bid  every  lady  was  raised  to  withhold  such  an  esteemed  role. ❜   gaze  clasps  on  the  rose,  though  it  parts  momentarily  to  the  path  ahead;  stiff  in  ponderous  endeavor,  fleeting.  ❛ a  princess  should  be  brought  up  in  the  mannerisms  of  a  queen,  it’s  only  fitting.  you,  me,  there’s  no  difference. ❜  the words  are  not  spoken  in  vulnerability,  but  offer  polite  interest  for  future  nieces  with  golden  crowns.  (―  idle  fingers  clench.  joffery's  children,  a  reluctant  thought.)

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship,   italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .   MEME  :   ACCEPTING .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .