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Mar 6 2018, 02:13 AM
The wedding between Willas Tyrell and Daenerys Targaryen was only a few days away. The remaining members of House Targaryen who had not accompanied Daenerys to the Reach months before had joined her retinue, and in the days that followed noblemen and women from throughout the Reach would be descending on Highgarden to attend the festivities. Typically one to jump at any opportunity to engage in political conversation or seek alliances with her father’s bannermen, Margaery found that she was actually not looking forward to the bustle that was to come. If anything she felt it might hinder her ability to sneak private moments with one guest in particular.

Nothing but Visenya Targaryen had occupied her thoughts for weeks. The smell of her hair, the feel of her silky smooth skin, that piercing violet gaze that always seemed to see right through to the little rose’s soul. Princess Visenya was the most intoxicating of nectars and Margaery wished for nothing more than to drink in her presence. The impending wedding meant more distractions from their time together, more chances to be caught, and, perhaps worst of all, that Visenya would soon be returning to King’s Landing. The little rose had already begun devising ways they might remain in one another’s presence longer. The most plausible would be to ask Visenya to bring her to court as a lady in waiting; her father would consider it an honor and a way to catch the attention of the right sort of people, possibly even secure a betrothal. A few months prior Margaery might have wanted the same - and on some levels she supposed she still did - but the prospect of more time with Visenya outweighed any other benefits.

Having spent some time at needlework with her cousins after their midday meal, Margaery excused herself so that she might head out of doors in search of the princess. As much as she enjoyed her cousins’ company, the time she had left with Visenya was limited. The warm sun hit her face as Margaery made her way outside and a small smile found her lips. From what she’d come to learn about Visenya in the few months the Targaryen princess had spent at Highgarden, Margaery was fairly certain she had a good idea of where the other girl might be. Heading in the direction of the practice yards, she stopped only to pluck a purple carnation from its stem. When she reached the training yards Margaery was pleasantly surprised that her hunch had been correct.

What she had not anticipated, however, was who Visenya would be training with. Two years her senior, Loras was a good bit larger than her, and a bit better practiced with a sword. Margaery felt her heart skip a beat, knowing that whomever the princess typically trained with was probably bright enough to go easy on her when needed. The last thing they wanted was for her to be seriously injured. Loras however, could not be trusted in that regard. Cocky and self-assured, Loras liked to win; there was no way in all the seven hells he would intentionally lose to a girl, even if it was to prevent harm befalling the Targaryen princess. Visenya may have been small, but she was quick; a combination of luck and skill saw Loras disarmed.

Laughter escaped her lips and Margaery clapped for Visenya’s stroke of success. The recently dubbed “Knight” of flowers snatched off his sword and stormed off, rather than finishing the fight. Later he would claim that he’d left for her benefit - Loras had known about her feelings for Visenya from the start. How could she withhold such information when he’d been so forthcoming about his newfound relationship with the young stag whom he’d squired for? Margaery did not believe for a second, however, that Loras’s decision to storm off had anything to do with her. Losing to Visenya would have been too great a blow to his pride, and Loras would never have chanced it if he thought such a think to be possible.

Regardless of why he’d left, Margaery was happy he was gone, allowing her a proper chance to take in Visenya’s shapely appearance in the breeches she wore to train in.Chocolate brown gaze slide down Visenya’s legs in the form-fitting cloth; they certainly left much less to the imagination than proper gowns did. Her eyes met Visenya’s own once more as the girl approached, and a wide smile spread across her lips. ”You fought splendidly, your highness,” she said brightly, offering Visenya the carnation she had picked and using the princess’s title for the benefit of anyone within earshot. ”There aren’t many who can get the best of my brother - man or woman.”
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Poor Garlan. He never wanted titles or glory, just wanted to do his knightly things and be the "nice" one in the family (like legitimately nice, not for ambitious reasons). Now Willas is gone and he's been named heir to Highgarden. Suddenly all the swordplay and smiles are being traded for time spent learning how to rule one day. Garlan would be wonderful to have around - Margaery may be closer with Loras, but she loves all of her brothers dearly. <3 (face is a suggestion, but he must look like a Tyrell!)
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Dear sweet Loras! Margaery's bff and ride or die. I feel like I don't even need to put anything here b/c they're sibling goals and you should already know. But yea. Loras is a skilled knight and a bit brash at times - not to mention has been through a lot of heartache losing first Renly (idk, was that a thing here?) and then Willas. Just make him for me so Marg can love him, plz? (face is a suggestion, but he must look like Loras!)

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Elinor, along with Alla and Megga, became Margaery's bed fellows when she was 10, then official ladies in waiting around 5-6 years ago. Though all three of Marg's cousins bear the Tyrell name, Elinor is the only one who is a first cousin - the others are from lesser branches of House Tyrell. Closest to her in age, Elinor quickly became one of Margaery's dearest friends, aside from Loras and her good-sister Daenerys. (Face is suggested but should have Tyrell features!)

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Alla, along with Elinor and Megga, became Margaery's bed fellows when she was 10, then official ladies in waiting around 5-6 years ago. The youngest of the group, Alla is prone to jealousy and sour moods, though she has sweet moments and is still one of Margaery's closest friends. Their relationship is something of a rivalry - though Alla sees it that way more than Marg does. Alla is closest with Loras, their moodiness complimentary at times. (Face is a suggestion, but she should have Tyrell features!)

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Meredyth joined the ranks of Margaery's ladies in waiting a couple years ago and has become something of a shadow to her charge. The canon list describes her as " light-hearted and easy-going, requiring much to be upset. She is known to always have a funny tale to tell, but at times can be hard to read and hard to get to know." Given Margaery's preference for the lady bits, I'd like if there was a little flirtation/fling aspect to this? Perhaps more infatuation on Meredyth's end, since Marg only has eyes for a certain Targaryen princess. Face is suggested.
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<h1><reach>Lady Margaery Tyrell</reach></h1>
<h2>20 years old. The Little Rose. The Reach. Jessica Sikosek.</h2>
<h3>ash. 28. EST. discord/PM.</h3>
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<div class="genhead">Growing Strong</div>
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<div class="gensmall">NOW THAT THE LILACS ARE IN BLOOM</div>
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Strands of long dark curls whip about your face as you run through the great briar labyrinth that is a prominent feature of the grounds at Highgarden. Loras is mere feet behind you, catching up in a race that had believed a guaranteed win. He was faster, yes, but your memory was sharper. No matter how many times you raced through the maze, you had always beaten him. Knowing he had you in speed Loras would inevitably race ahead, taking a different path than the one you had chosen; if only he had followed your lead until reaching a more familiar surrounding he might actually beat you. On more than one occasion he had accused you of cheating, though deep within the labyrinth you were uncertain how such a thing was even possible.
<br><br>He was gaining on you, but you could see the large, fluffy blooms of the white lilac bushes that flanked the entrance to the maze. Attempting to pick up the pace, a wide grin spread across your lips as you felt the inevitable win within your grasp. That defiant grin, however, quickly turned into shrieks of surprise, intermingled with laughter, as Loras tackled you to the ground. Loras! you cried out, wriggling to get out from beneath him in an effort to secure your win, though you are both already at the entrance. A tie then?” you giggle, rolling to lay on your back and stare up at the clouds. It is a diplomatic response for a seven year old, but then that always was your nature - or perhaps something simply ingrained in you from birth.
<br><Br>Growing up it was always Loras with whom you were closest. Only a year apart in age, he is your dearest friend and most cherished confidant. As children it was you two who entertained one another most often - Garlan and Willas already too old to be bothered by your antics. And yet you love your elder brothers just as well. From the time you were small you can recall sneaking into the library whilst Willas studied, climbing onto a chair near him and watching him read. If, at times, he found your inquisitive nature off-putting he never let it be known to you. You could hardly help yourself; Willas was the most intelligent person you knew, aside from grandmother, and you aspired to be like him one day.
<br><br>Willas, or perhaps grandmother. It was from Olenna you learned that a woman could do anything she put her mind to - more even than a man, most often. The Queen of Thorns they call her, and even as a little girl you aspire to emulate every essence of her being one day. Your own mother is sweet and kind-hearted, but it is Olenna whom holds all the power in your household. Your father insists that you will be Queen one day - the wife of Aegon Targaryen. As a child you are not aware of the gravity of such a position, but imagine it must be something like being the Queen of Thorns. It is a pretty dream, if nothing else.
<br><Br>In girlhood you have few friends outside your family, and even fewer beyond the walls of Highgarden. Perhaps the one exception is Daenerys Targaryen; in your youth she and her mother spend a number of years at your family’s home. The only daughter in a family of four, you are excited for another girl your age to play with. More than that, however, you believe that the two of you will become kin one day, if you really are to marry Aegon. You do not mention this to Daenerys, however, for no such match has been arranged as of yet, and it would prudent to make such assumptions about your father’s future success - no matter how certain he claims to be. Silence turns out to be for the best, it would seem. No such match is made for you, but you and Daenerys will become family just the same. Though she returned to King’s Landing at age ten, she would be back only a few years later, this time as Willas’s betrothed and your good-sister to be.


<div class="gensmall">IF YOU GAVE ME A FRESH CARNATION, I WOULD ONLY CRUSH ITS TENDER PETALS </div>
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Standing inside the gates of Highgarden with your family, your soft, delicate hands smoothed the front of your new dress as you awaited the arrival of the Targaryen retinue that was accompanying Daenerys. The wedding was not for a few moons more, but it would take place here and there were still many preparations to be made. Better for everyone to be in the same location, was it not? Fifteen and a lady flowered now, you were bubbling with anticipation at the prospect of seeing your childhood friend once more, especially now that she was to become family.
<br><br>What you had not foreseen, however, was that you would become utterly besotted with another member of the Targaryen household.
<br><br>Not Aegon, despite your girlhood fantasies about being queen one day. Willas and Daenerys’s marriage would secure ties between your two houses, and thus another Tyrell/Targaryen match would be impractical. He is handsome, no doubt, the Valyrian blood strong and shining through in the form of textbook Targaryen looks. But you had yet to meet a man who caught your attention for more than a passing glance. No, rather than Aegon it was Visenya whom you could not tear your eyes away from. The mere presence of the Targaryen princess brought forth a pleasant fluttering low in your belly.
<br><br>When her violet gaze meets your own it seems so intense that you are certain she can see right through you. Perhaps she can even read your mind, knows that you were admiring the plumpness of her lips and wondering what it might be like to kiss her. She would not be the first girl you kissed, but Elinor and Alla hardly counted. It was just play, practicing so that you might know what to do when you got your first real kiss. Somehow, watching as the Targaryen princess walked by, you felt as if she were the one you had been practicing for.
<br><Br>Surely a proper welcome was not inappropriate? You scoured the gardens looking for just the right flowers to offer as a gift to brighten her room, a gesture that was hardly out of the norm at Highgarden. Roses felt cliche, and after seeing them adorn the rooms of the palace regularly you wanted something that felt truly special. Violet stripes caught your eye, and you requested the gardener cut you enough for a bouquet. Carnations had a unique look as it was, but these in particular matched Visenya’s dark enchanting eyes. You had expected little to come of your flirtations, but it was not long before your budding friendship with the Targaryen girl blossomed into something more.
<br><br>While you would like to have believed yourself discrete, the Queen of Thorns would always be that much more perceptive. Two days before Willas was to marry Daenerys your grandmother pulled you aside. How sad it would be if your little affair was discovered and all your prospects were lost. The Margaery Tyrell I know would never risk such a thing, and for what? Your cheeks grew warm and for a fleeting moment you realized that you did not care about being the Lady of a great house, or even the Queen. ”Love is weakness, my dear. It is time you learned that.” Her words stung, but there was hint of sympathy in her tone. In all the years that made up your short life you could not recall a time when you wanted to be anything other than exactly like Olenna, save for that moment. But she was right. She was always right.
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Leaving Olenna’s chambers, you went straight for Visenya’s. It was a lie, telling her that you did not love her. That you were using her to get into the good graces of the future queen (for her own betrothal to Aegon had been announced by that point). It shattered your heart beyond repair to do so, and you were certain that she would never forgive you for the words that left your mouth. The betrayal you allowed her to feel. That night and the following one you cried yourself to sleep, but that was all you would allow yourself to feel. On the morning of Daenerys and Willas’s wedding you put on a brave face, determined to be your charming self once more. The world would be watching, after all, and you would not allow this pain to be in vain.

<div class="gensmall">SOFT AND STRONG, LIKE AN ORCHID'S PERFUME</div>
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Dusk is falling, casting a deep, golden glow over the gardens as you run, the crisp winter air turning your nose and cheeks bright pink. You lean back against a familiar oak tree and close your eyes whilst you catch your breath. Inhaling the sweet scent of the cattleyas, you allow it to envelope you as a barrage of emotions rattle through your head. Willas is dead. The words seem impossible to speak aloud, for fear it would make them true. Tears stream down your cheeks and you choke back a sob.
<br><br>Ever the image of composure, you managed to keep your emotions in check for hours after the news arrived. Your mother was in shambles, and poor Daenerys! She had been there, at the battle. Had seen Willas afterward. You wished to comfort her somehow, but she had still not returned to Highgarden. It was not until after your mother had retired to her chambers to grieve in private that you excused yourself and headed out to the gardens to find some solitude. Willas had been your idol for so many years; intelligent and kind, he was truly born to rule as Lord of Highgarden. Later, once the initial shock had worn of, you found yourself wondering whether Garlan would be ready to take on such a task. He never had been one for glory in any form, nor had he focused quite so much on academic pursuits. Only time would tell, you supposed.
<br><br>But more even than Garlan’s abilities, another thought had slowly crept into your mind, permeating your consciousness. Your good-sister was now a childless widow; the ties between House Tyrell and House Targaryen had been severed. There was, in all of this despair, a flicker of hope. You would never be queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but you could still be a Targaryen. Moreover, given their proclivity for intermarrying, you may even birth a daughter that would one day be queen. Writing to Daenerys, it was decided that you would travel to stay in King’s Landing for a time, keeping your good-sister company as you both mourned Willas’s loss. Your motives, however, went a step further. You were determined to win the affection of the youngest Targaryen Prince, a task you felt more than capable of. The only person you felt might stand in your way was the dark princess who continued to maintain a tight grip on your heart.
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