first love. joining

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

Margaery had willingly left her family, escaping their tyrannical practices, their murderous tendencies, their deceit and hatred in a last ditch effort to save herself. She had stolen away from them without any warning, a poor attempt at a letter explaining just exactly why she could not longer align herself with them left in her wake. Sometimes she regretted leaving. Sometimes she did not. Her family dynamic wasn't exactly a good one, per say, but in that same vein, it wasn't exactly terrible. To an outsider, they'd probably look upon the Mikaelsons and only see treacherous liars, to an actual Mikaelson, she knew that there was more to them. All of them.

But she was relatively happy with her choice to be here, pressing against her wife as she arrived (late, she might add). A faint smile appeared on her lips, forced by the Cosmic General as she readied her typical welcoming spiel. [b]"Hello, love," Margaery greeted easily, "Welcome to the Ascendants." Despite her troubles and turmoils, she sounded genuine enough, her charm at least still intact despite every other aspect about her slipping. "I'd love to help show you around, if you'd like. Any long lost sister of my wife is a friend of mine," She giggled easily, that last part obviously a joke. Suiteheart certainly had a lot of doppelgangers running around- it amused her to no end.

© MADI