#regalthorn

   ❝ we’ll start small. ❞  yara has never given instruction for combat. she’s    trained many sailors - but those men were born to be sailors. margaery    tyrell was born to sit pretty & listen. the greyjoy will gladly break the     traditions that bind her to being a proper lady. a dagger is offered to the    woman. though her politeness ends in not starting sword first, as the    dagger given is weighted by the design of the handle. ❝ you ready ? ❞

(gonna do these in groups)

@regalthorn

wOw so i’ve adored your margaery from afar since we became mutuals. your writing is so impressive! i’ve always wanted to rp with a margaery (especially a scenario like we plotted) and low-key always saw you on my dash and was like wow they’re so good i’d love to write with them but i feel inadequate. but now that we’ve plotted i’m SO excited for our thread and to write n talk more with you :’)

@lannisqueen

first off let me say that i’m so impressed by your portrayal, idk if that sounds weird? but what i mean is that it’s so consistently good. you have such a grip on cersei’s character and i hear her so well in your writing. and cersei is such a beautiful and complex character, you do her justice! i love seeing you on my dash! we haven’t gotten to write together yet, but i would absolutely love to. :’)

@nxrthborn

❝ ---- someone’s dressed to the nines. have a hot date you weren’t telling me about? i feel cheated out of your typical gossip.  ❞

Lyriana had just finished getting dressed and smiling at the other girl. She kissed her a little bit more before the blonde slipped outside the door, her hair a little messy and her lips were plump. She turned around and there was Margaery, her cousin. “Margaery!” She jumps in surprise. “What uh...what are you doing here?”

              THE ONLY REASON SHE DRAWS breath is because of me and my mercy, Cersei found herself consistently having to make that mental reminder to herself whenever she was in the presence of the Tyrell girl. Her false courtesies and her little japes can only get her so far. She doesn’t fool me. She may have wanted no more than to slap that stupid smirk off her face, but the Queen Regent quickly thought better of it; and instead, returned a faux smile to the girl who would, one day, be heard daughter by law.

It had been long, and difficult, and there were moments when Tommen hadn’t thought he would live. And yet, by some miracle of the gods, he had survived. There would be no special distinction for him, no toasts raised or songs sung in his praise. But he had lived and that was enough.

Amid the swarm of joyful reunions, he floated aimlessly like a boat set loose from its mooring. There was no one waiting on him here. Most of his family was dead, and those who remained more than likely believed him dead. ( Mother  --  He didn’t want to think about Mother, not after what she had done. Not after the sept. After the wildfire. After Margaery. )

And then, as if his thoughts had summoned an apparition, he glimpsed a familiar face across the crowded hall, and for a moment it felt as though his heart had ceased to beat. It couldn’t be. She was dead. Everyone had said she’d perished in the explosion.  ( His fault, some dark voice hissed even now, his fault, sweet Margaery was dead and it was all his fault ! )  Yet there she stood, and despite the crowd, it felt to Tommen that the world dropped silent as her name rasped from his throat with a tender, aching hope.

❝ Margaery ? ❞

     THE GARDENS WERE BEAUTIFUL, the flora that resided in king’s landing catching the attention of the young jast woman. it was different than what she was used to seeing but it still caught her attention. though this attention was pulled from the flowers to a woman that wore them, gliding past the other. rellaria was new to this city and found herself almost desperate for friendship. so, quickly, she trailed behind the other,   “ excuse me? my lady? ”