PLEASE DON'T MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVES // o, visitor

[color=#b14767] ❁  ❁  ❁

[color=#b14767]”And who might your father be?”

The inquiry spilled from the lips of Margaery, her tall form striding gracefully into view. Grey eyes would study Sekai carefully, a glimmer of intrigue dancing within their otherwise unreadable depths. She was hit quite suddenly with a strange pang of jealousy, wanting nothing more than to visit her father and be on good, speaking terms with him. She supposed he had written his own fate and forsaken his family in the process of that, but still... he was a terrible, awful, murderer who just so happened to be father. And sometimes Margaery needed nothing more than her parents in her life. Oh well. He had chosen blood and power over her and now everyone had to pay the price. It was best for not to think of it now.

[color=#b14767]”I’m Margaery.”