{Flower-crown-meme for the identical cousins?}
Send me ❀ and my muse will respond to getting a flower crown from yours
The countryside of England held their respectivehouses. The House Tyrell and House Boleyn.Anne and Margaery had grown up practically likesisters. After all, they were close in age, Anne a yearolder than Margaery herself. But not onlywere their ages similar, they were exactcopies of their grandmother. Olenna.
While Margaery was quiet and took everything in.Anne was fire, loud, romantic to the core.They looked alike, but anyone who knewthem knew the differences.
Anne had hair that was almost black,Margaery had brown, auburn hair,her eyes were brown and gentlewhile Anne's were hooks for the soul.
Anyone who took just a glance at the twowould believe them twins.
The crown of white roses droppedon her head gently a smileon pink lips as sheturned to look at Anne.
"What ever are these for Anne?"










