YOU'RE A NATURAL // OPEN

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

If anyone asked Margaery, she'd wholeheartedly claim that socializing was indeed an art form- an intricate one at that. There were many ins and outs to the act, and admittedly, the Cosmic General had practically studied them all over the course of her life. One thousand years was a long time... what else was an immortal like herself supposed to do except for pose as a princess, a socialite, a flapper? Of course her dedication to talking with others and, surprisingly, sparring cost her any sort of education in the healing branch, and even to this day, Margaery could not even begin to know how to wrap even the most simplest of wounds.

She was alright with that though, a giggle falling from parted lips as she arrived just to watch the board hit Moon. [b]"My," She breathed easily, laughing again, "Hello all." Margaery would take a seat just after that, initially intrigued by their use of Spanish. That was another language she wished to learn, one that she perceived and a little more useful than Latin or Norwegian. "My name is Margaery and honestly... I don't believe I've truly gotten the opportunity to meet any of you. How are you all settling in?" She inquired easily, blue gaze passing over each individual intently. "Do you like it here so far?"

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