She Blooms

Lady Margaery Tyrell, 25                    A flower does not think               of   c o m p e t i n g       with the flower next to it.            It just     b l o o m s. 

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C E R E L L E   C R A N E :

         king’s landing was always an interesting experience - an wretched one, there was no doubt, but her corset was laced so tight that she had little desire to focus on anything else. still, cerelle smiled all honeysuckle sweet and beatific through it anyway: batting her lashes and only just keeping herself from rolling her eyes when she glanced away. ( if nobody caught her, was she really even misbehaving? ) it was tedious work - smiling even when nothing was amusing, and appearing absolutely spellbound even when she wanted to yawn - but the crane daughter knew her place. so she always came armed with funny tales to trade for laughs, her blue silks twirling around her and a tyrell rose pinned to her bodice. 

         “ oh - lady margaery, ” she began, smiling warmly as she curtsied. cerelle had only been a lanky girl of eight when she had been sent to highgarden, the middle daughter of three too many for her lord father to bear, and she had never regretted it. of course, it was all very fun: the hawking, the reading, the gossip, the clothes. the roses! but she had also found a fast and true friend in the lady she served - someone to fiercely protect now that they were back in the lesser known eighth hell in existence. 

         “ but not enjoy too much, ” cerelle mused with a mischievous smile, even as she took a dainty sip from her goblet. wine would often go to her head all too fast. “ i have the funniest feeling they might start playing the rains of castamere any moment now. ” she turned her head to where cersei lannister stood. “ and you? did you see sansa’s gown? ”

The smile on her lips threatened to curve into a smirk that would have seemed out of place on her delicate features but instead the corners of her lips twitched just enough to show her lady how much she wanted to match that mischievous smile with one of her own.  “No, of course not.” As she took a small sip of her wine, she contemplated the lioness. “It would be too much to expect that we might be saved from that dirge. I doubt that Cersei will be able to pass up the opportunity to remind everyone how House Lannister treats those who oppose them.” 

Soft sigh left rosy lips, knowing she had tried to help the Stark girl understand the ways of the court when they had both been held somewhat hostage there. “I had so hoped that she had taken my advice when it came to choosing fabrics which accentuated her colouring rather than clashed with it.” Lips pressed together as she shook her head gently, choosing not to take the redhead’s decision to ignore her well intended advice as a personal slight. After all, it was no her whose wine coloured dressed clashed with red hair. “Though there is little we can do about it now.” 

Attention turned easily back to her lady, she was fond of each of them regardless but they all had individual quirks and talents that she valued above all else. Cerelle was blessed with the ability to make her forget her station and responsibilities, just for a moment. Never enough to cause a slip up but just enough that she felt free for however many heart beats that they were able to spend together. “You, however, look lovely. As always.” 

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Being back quite literally in the Lion’s Den was an altogether uncomfortable experience when she knew that there were very few in the room or even the whole city that she could trust completely and without question. Even though the place was crawling with lions or snakes, she had always known how to charm them. Pretty smiles and honeyed words tended to win people over very quickly, their egos stroked and opinions of themselves boosted. But all those hollow encounters left her wishing for something that little bit more genuine and so she set about looking for one of her ladies, doe eyed gaze finding Alyce.

Light, dainty footsteps closed the distance between herself and the other woman, some amount of concern on pretty features. “Lady Alyce.” Warm smile spread over rosy lips, pleased to have found her friend for more than simply wishing for company. Given the other woman’s condition, she was keen to ensure that all was well and her evening free of strain. “I trust you have been well looked after? Do you wish me to fetch anything for you?” There would undoubtedly be some ladies who would never extend such an offer to on of their ladies but the Little Rose had never been so proud that she could not take a moment to help someone dear to her. In fact, she found she rather enjoyed doting upon someone instead of having everyone scramble to carry out her requests.

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“  you  mock  my  pain!  ”  “  life  is  pain.  ” “  he’s  only  mostly  dead.  ” “  i’m on  the  brute  squad.  ” “  you  are  the  brute  squad.  ” “  prepare  to  die.  ” “  we’ll  never  survive.  ” “  nonsense.  you’re  only  saying  that  because  no  one  ever  has.  ” “  who  are  you?  ” “  get  used  to  disappointment.  ” “  you  keep  using  that  word.  i  do  not  think  it  means  what  you  think  it  means.  ” “  i’ll  use  small  words  so  that  you’ll  be  sure  to  understand,  you  warthog  faced  buffoon.  ” “  that  may  be  the  first  time  in  my  life  a  man  dared  insult  me.  ” “  drop.  your.  sword.  ” “  shut  up!!  ”   “  you’ve  made  your  decision  then?  ” “  i  bet  my  life  on  it!  ” “  truly,  you  have  dizzying  intellect.  ” “  you’re  just  stalling  now.  ” “  you  guessed  wrong.  ” “  enough  of  that.  ”  “  surrender.  ” “  you  mean  you  wish  to  surrender  to  me?  very  well,  i  accept.  ” “  i  hate  waiting.  ” “  morons.  ” “  you  are  wonderful.  ” “  you  seem  a  decent  fellow,  i  hate  to  kill   you.  ” “  why  are  you  smiling?  ” “  because  i  know  something  you  don’t  know.  ” “  goodnight.  good  work.  i’ll  most  likely  kill  you  in  the  morning.  ” “  oh,  there’s  something  i  ought  to  tell  you.  ” “  think  it’ll  work?  ” “  it  would  take  miracle.  ” “  hear  this  now —  i  will  always  come  for  you.  ” “  this  is  true  love,  you  think  this  happens  every  day?  ” “  death  cannot  stop  true  love.  ” “  i  died  that  day.  ” “  we  may  as  well  die  here.  ” “  he’s  dead.  he  can’t  talk.  ”   “  as  you  wish.  ”   “  why  didn’t  you  wait  for  me?  ”   “  you  can  die  slowly,  cut  into  a  thousand  pieces.  ” “  you  killed  my  love.  ” “  it’s  possible. i  kill  a  lot  of  people.  ”   “  yes,  you’re  very  smart.  shut  up.  ”   “  you’ve  been  mostly-dead  all  day.  ”  “  inconceivable!!  ”  “  let  me  explain.  ”   “  your vote of confidence is overwhelming.  ” “  what  hideous  sin  have  you  committed  lately?  ” “  will  you  ever  forgive  me?  ” “  there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours.  ”  

alyce graceford  ♕ alys karstark  ♕ asher forrester  ♕ edric dayne  ♕ edric storm ♕ garlan tyrell  ♕ hoster blackwood  ♕ myrcella baratheon

MARGAERY || TYBOLT || HARRY || EDDARA || BRYCE || LAENAH ||  YSILLA || SERENA || PATREK || SIGORN

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While there had been a hope in her when she had left Kings Landing for her home that she would never have to return, the more pragmatic side of her knew that it would not be the case. Instead she simply had to face crowds with her head held high but not too high ( after all it would not do for a woman to dare to seem proud ) as she did her best to keep her bad memories at bay and instead played her usual role of the charming Little Rose. There was a sweet smile always hovering on rosy lips at such events though she took care to ensure that it was not too bright. 

                                    ( She was a widow now after all. )

Though pleasantries came so naturally to her when honeyed words and flattery fell so easily for her lips, she so often grew tired of having the same variation of conversations over and over again. Once she finally managed to excuse herself from a particularly zealous individual who she had been humouring for what felt like an age, she found herself with a moment to procure another glass of wine. Spotting a tray with a large number of goblets on it, dainty steps carried her over and she lifted her hand gracefully to take on, only for her fingers to brush those of another. “Oh, after you.” Gracious smile found its way onto rosy lips and knowing the produce of her kingdom well, she easily guessed the origin of the wine. “I hope you enjoy The Arbor’s finest. It is rather a lovely night, would you not say?”

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Hamda Al Fahim fall 2016 HC

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a historical / fantasy / period / medieval friendly character survey.

reblog and bold your muses preference.

roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips

winter / summer / autumn / spring

thunderstorms / sunshine / snow

indoors / outdoors

meat / fruit / sweets

extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism

god fearing / non god fearing

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reading / writing

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having company / being alone

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gold / silver

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My people had the opportunity to surrender, they chose to fight. 

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T Y T O S   B R A X :

he was on his very best behaviour - not that he wasn’t always. but after the nuisance that had been the northern celebration, the long drawn tedious bore of smiling his most captivating smile and pretending through his teeth that he didn’t want to murder a certain man at his own wedding, his patience was wearing thin. he ought not have worried, though. greeting cersei lannister with the knowledge that she couldn’t keep her grip on the westerlands for much longer was reward enough. 

it was by chance that he turned around when he did, still laughing at his brother’s jest, when the lord of hornvale caught sight of a certain and unmistakeable tyrell. he had seen her for just a brief moment in the godswood mere days ago, gaze drifting to her even if he should have been watching the wedding ceremony instead. it was hardly his fault; lady margaery’s beauty was famed, her reputation something to be lionized. he didn’t know what he had been expecting when their paths finally did cross, but the most he had managed was a roguish smile before he turned his attention back to tybolt.

intoxicated on a mixture of innate confidence, the very best summerwine, and an unexpected streak of good luck, tytos wove his way through the crowds of nobles; abandoning his untouched drink on a serving maid’s tray and straightening up just a little. “ lady margaery, ” he began, his grin winsome even as he tilted his head in greeting. “ i did hope to introduce myself at lord stark’s wedding, but i never found the chance. ” he was a lesser lord with a rakish reputation, and she was a widowed queen from highgarden: even if she wouldn’t remember his name come daylight, tytos wasn’t one to be deterred. “ though perhaps i’m lucky i was invited here tonight. ”

At the sound of her name coming from unfamiliar lips she steeled herself against another conversation that she most likely would not wish to remember. Though as her gaze landed upon the speaker, there was an undeniable ripple of excitement felt as recognition dawned on her. Only days earlier she had no name to put to the handsome face but when she travelled with as many ladies, it was only a matter of time before one of them were able to help her fill in the gap in her knowledge. “Lord Tytos.” His name slipped confidently from her lips and perhaps another lady might have played coy but she had never found ignorance to be a particularly attractive trait.

Sweet smile found its way onto rosy lips as her head tilted to look up at him. “Well, I am glad that the opportunity for us to become acquainted has presented itself now.” She was not blind nor deaf to the struggles in The Westerland and knew it could not be easy for someone who had been displaced from their home by the failings of the host. The sympathy she felt was not something she could easily voice in the crowds but she hoped that her sentiments were clear in her expression if not her airy words. “Perhaps we were lucky that tensions have not been able to find themselves here.” 

Doe eyes took on a playful light as she was eager to see whether his reputation would hold true, sing song words slipping from her lips as a small smirk tugged at the corner of them. “Or lucky that you decided to accept - though I will tell you whether that is truly the case later” It was not the most bold statement she had ever made but it was undeniably a test of his character and she was quite unsure how he would take it. 

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M Y A   S T O N E :

The Red Keep was more beautiful than she had imagined. Mya looked around in awe and the grand hall, the architecture, artwork, the lords and ladies dancing around so elegantly. She was sure she would hate being here, and part of her did for entirely different reasons than the place itself. She found herself actually quite entranced by it and only grew sad that she didn’t get to experience it as she had always dreamed of. And so she stood to the side of the room as people sat and dined, or danced and laughed. Her eyes always managed to land on Cersei Lannister, beautiful, yet deadly, she supposed the woman lived up to the Lannister’s lioness sigil.

At the conclusion of the music, most of the people around her began to disperse, causing her to panic a moment. Although she managed to dress that part of the lady she thought she’d become, she felt completely out of place and was sure Cersei would spot her all alone. She began quickly shuffling with the crowd, accidentally bumping someone on the way, spilling some wine on herself.

“Oh gods, I’m sorry.” She said, exasperated and frustrated that she would make such a silly mistake. Normally she would try and just run off, but she feared the potential back lash from the person she bumped would only cause more attention to herself than owning up to the mistake. “I was just…trying to make sure I snatched myself a seat. It’s quite busy.”

Perhaps she might have enjoyed the evening far more if the whole thing did not feel so tainted by both the weight of her former mother in laws gaze and a myriad of bad memories. Still, she had to concede that the evening was pleasant enough and there were more than enough people there to keep her out of Cersei’s way. Even if it did mean engaging and dancing with more men than she could count. As the song drew to a close, gracious words were given to her partner before she took her leave. Smooth steps were halted as she felt someone bump into her, not enough to throw her off balance but enough for her to stop and turn to them as the spoke. 

Although she did not let any of her own anxiety show on her features - as ever that carefully crafted, sweet smile hovering upon rosy lips - she could easily recognise it in someone else. It was never an easy thing to deal with a mistake, especially not with so many eyes searching to find fault. Sympathy made her quick to offer reassurance, honeyed words flowing freely. “Please, do not worry yourself.” A light, delicate hand was placed briefly on the other woman’s arm to offer both support and encouragement. “It is forgotten already.” 

Doe eyed gaze was cast around the room as she gave a small nod of acknowledgement to the other woman’s comment. “That it is, though perhaps not entirely surprising when we are all so in need of some levity.” It was only once she turned back to the other brunette that her identity dawned on her. It took some courage for a daughter of Robert Baratheon to enter the lion’s den and the Little Rose found herself quick to make an offer. “Come, let us find somewhere to sit together.”

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L E O N E T T E   F O S S O W A Y :

“Certainly.” Leonette replied, walking in stride with Margaery. It was always so easy to walk and talk with the other, while they had been sisters for a long while now, they were not near each other as often as of late. She was always comforted by the woman’s presence, she had accepted her so willingly into the family, and leonette simply just fit right in like she truly always belonged there. Leonette had seen firsthand how difficult it could be to ingrain oneself into the Tyrell family, and she was glad that her experience had been a positive one.

Margaery sounded a bit like Olenna in her last statement and it made Leonette give a soft laugh, her eyes squinting as she did, rosy lips spreading across her face. It was the kind of laugh that was contagious. “You sound just like your grandmother.” She added. “Although I never quite know what her plans ever are exactly. How you spoken to her recently?”

Smile tugged at rosy lips, finding it all too easy to lose herself in her goodsister’s company and accept the welcome distraction that it was. For all she idolised her grandmother, often envying the freedom that her sharpness brought her, the Little Rose was not naive enough to believe that everyone felt the same well. She was all too aware that some would only use her name with negative connotations and so she could not resist a small moment of teasing despite the pride she felt at the comparison. “Seeing as it’s you, dear Leonette, I shall take it as the compliment it is intended as.” 

Light hum escaped her lips, words that would usually flow freely in private caged behind them. It was not a lack of trust in the woman beside her that made her err on the side of caution but rather a lack of knowledge for whoever else might be near. “Well, she is always five steps ahead of everyone else but yes, we have been speaking.” There was a neutrality to her words though they flowed as easily as if she were keeping no secrets at all. “Though I feel as though it would benefit all of us to spend some time together soon.”

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O L E N N A   T Y R E L L :

king’s landing was an abhorrent little place, where uninteresting imbeciles deluded themselves into thinking they were interesting, and a city of people with functioning noses pretended like they couldn’t smell the shit every minute of every waking day. what was worse was how they all prided themselves of being delinquent wretches with little morals to their name, but every time olenna visited, she was disappointed to find they were thoroughly inadequate and lacking imagination. 

but she was a tyrell through and through; and there was a reason every gold rose had its thorns. so the queen of thorns had accompanied her granddaughter to cersei lannister’s tawdry little attempt at making herself seem less like the washed up former queen she was, and even managed to keep herself from smacking some dull lord of wherever with however many daughters with the business end of her cane. 

“ oh, do try to be less boring, ” olenna interrupted gladly, fixing a deadpan gaze upon the person standing by her. “ i would suggest finding an ending to that story before you tell it to anyone else. ”

A sense of uneasiness had overcome her since Kings Landing had first come into her sight, too many memories that she would rather forget seemingly inextricably etched into her mind. There were few fond memories of the place, most of them marred in some way or another by either Joffrey’s cruelty or his mother’s apparent need to see her fall. It had been like walking on eggshells, the Little Rose terrified that one wrong step might mean the end for her, or even worse for her family. But for all she was uncomfortable being back, there was not a single trace of it on pretty features as she made her rounds at the feast. With her sweetest smile firmly in place on rosy lips, no one would glean even the slightest hint of discomfort.

Instead she played the part of the charming young widow who might have been queen, still mourning what could have been but quietly hopeful for the future. She spoke kindly of their host to all who would listen, so much so that she got quite exhausted singing the praises of Cersei Lannister ( telling lies never did sit well with her, despite how easily they flowed from her lips ) and eventually sought out other company where she knew she would not have to gild her opinions quite so much. 

Without her grandmother’s presence she was quite sure that she would not have been able to handle the evening so easily but she drew strength from her. Amusement flickered over her features as sharp words met her ears, offering a sympathetic glance and soothing words for the man who had been chided. “I am sure that you will find someone who will adore such a tale, my grandmother just has exacting taste.” Light steps carried her closer to her matriarch, wry smile tugging at her lips ever so slightly when she had already been subjected to what she could only assume was the same dull tale about a horse earlier that evening. “It is a wonder he is not already hoarse from regaling us all of his ill fated purchase.”

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L O R A S   T Y R E L L :

Never in his life had he been so happy to see his sister. All those nights in the hold of that ship, he had clung tight to his memories with those he loved - so many of those memories featured Margaery. His kindred spirit, his most loyal confidant, the person who had been there for him long before even Renly. “It would have taken more than that to be rid of me, Mar.” Loras managed a laugh through trying to hold back tears, though his voice grated with fatigue and the rasp of dehydration. “Gods, I am so happy to see you, sister.” 

As he had expected, Margaery knew exactly what he needed, and he was grateful not to be watched any longer. He wanted to lie down, to have a maester see to his injuries, and bask in the comfort of being in the familiar, constant company of his family. He pressed a weak excuse for a kiss to her dark hair and let her help him towards the rows of green and gold tents flying the rose banner of Highgarden. When they were out of earshot of the masses, he turned his head and murmured the question that had been plaguing him since he’d woken up on that ship. “Renly… is he alright, Mar? I didn’t see what happened to him… when the attack happened…” Loras’ mind raced with a panic that was obvious in his words - where is he, why is he not here, did they hurt him even after I did as they asked?

If asked she would never deign to answer whether or not she had a favourite brother, finding the question quite impertinent when they all brought something so uniquely valuable to her life. In truth she would struggle to put any of their bonds into words but she knew without a doubt that missing Loras had felt as though she was missing a piece of herself. Somehow left without a limb. She had not quite realised it until he was back with her, a warm whole feeling overcoming her as they slowly made their way back to the quiet of the Tyrell camp. “I am so very relieved to hear that, I think I struggled to function without you near my side.” Most would not get such honesty from her but she had never felt a need to hide her emotions from Loras and perhaps that was why she had missed him so. That missing feeling of lightness that she gleaned from the freedom of expression. Though there was a smile on her lips, tears of relief still welled up in doe eyes as emotion threatened to overwhelm, leaving her lost for any eloquent words once again, settling for simplicity instead. “And I you.” 

Smile touches her lips at the mention of Renly, feeling privileged to know just how deep the bond between them truly went. She was quick to try to soothe her brother’s panic but saw little reason to lie to him either. “He was quite beside himself but I believe seeing you will heal any hurt that still lingers.” She knew that her own worry was already fading fast now that her brother was back by her side and could only imagine that the same would hold true for the Baratheon. Lightness infected her tone as she did her best to bring some more levity to the situation, quip leaving rosy lips. “I think that we proved that old adage that misery loves company quite true though.”

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L E O N E T T E   F O S S O W A Y :

Leonette gave a smile to her sweet sister. Underneath though, her face clearly showed her exhaustion, and she could see it in Margaery’s as well. It has been an eventful time for their family, and while she found relief and happiness in Loras’ safe return, she feared it was only the beginning of a long war. What else would people do in the hopes of tearing down dynasties? Is this what was necessary to achieve power? Perhaps it wasn’t realized just how much this showed the ability of all the warring houses to work together. She found hope that in that, a new ruler would possibly be chosen and accepted with more ease, though she doubted so.

“Walk with me, sister, I believe you and I could use some fresh air.” She insisted, hooking her arm with the others. She wondered what Olenna would do now, afraid of retaliation that might escalate. The woman was wise, though, and she trusted in the decisions she made for the family. “I honestly cannot wait until this era is over. Although I pray it all plays out in our favor.”

Things had been far from easy and she did not think that it would alter any time soon given that they were all so far from any kind of last peace. She had long since decided to take solace in those small moments of joy and hope that she could play some part in shaping a better, more stable future for them all. So despite all her exhaustion and weariness - both of her mind and her emotions - the Little Rose had chosen to simply enjoy that her Loras was back with them once more. Spending time with Leonette always both comforted and cheered her and it seemed like the perfect way to attempt to find some more enjoyment in the day. Smile touched rosy lips as she happily allowed her arm to be taken. “You always have the most wonderful ideas, dear Leonette.”

Smile flickered slightly at the mention of the times that they were living through, soft confession leaving her lips soon after. “I find myself praying for the same.” She had never been the most pious, instead preferring to take charge of her own life wherever possible. “Although it does not hurt to try to influence it ourselves as well as hoping the Seven will favour us.”