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Lou was sure she would never get used to it, to any of it. Roan had taken her to some big party that Tyrell Enterprises was holding. She was sure the dress he had gotten her cost more than her car but she knew not to ask. Instead she tried to play the part of polite girlfriend as he rubbed shoulders with other rich people. He had ended up walking away to talk to someone leaving her alone and feeling horribly out of place.  

She took a glass of champagne she was offered before moving to sit down somewhere. She looked to the man who looked to be just as interested in all of this as she was. “Let me guess- wife dragged you here? I can never do these parties I feel like they’re all just trying to show up the last one oh look I have older wine and bigger centerpieces.”

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She had been looking for her brother all day, searching the crowded corridors for his face every chance she got. Throughout the morning, she remained unsuccessful and by lunch, she was beginning to wonder if he was stopping by to visit at all. However, en route to her first class of the afternoon, a familiar voice prompted her lips to curl into a giddy grin. Margaery whipped about and nearly dropped her books in the haste to hug him. 

“Willas!” she exclaimed, nearly shouting in delight. “You said you’d be along sooner! I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to wish you luck on your interview. Dumbledore would have to be mad not hire you.”

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   “I can hardly disagree.” Willas said shortly, a snappy quick reply as he relaxed. Corruption ruled the seven kingdoms, men, women and even children all seemed to succumb to it. Men even more so, in more ways than one, gold was the easiest thing to corrupt anyone, some land and a title worked just as fine if there was a guarantee and then there were women, something maybe easier than gold. “We all succumb to corruption one way or another, just as we are all sinful in one way or another. It is how it is, something I would even call human nature if you closely inspect our behaviour.”

“Human nature..” Kevan repeated thoughtfully as his hands scratched the neck of a hound, eager for the attention.  He wasn’t the philosophical sort, he didn’t have the time to sit down and ponder the reasons of why men acted the way they did. He just knew that they did. “Well, the gods made none of us perfect. If they had made us incorruptible they would have no reason to punish us, and then what point would there be in being a god?”  the dog licked his hand. While the bitch belonged to his sister, Lusia was an almost overly friendly beast of pitch-black fur, fond of everyone who treated her with a gentle hand but seemingly only truly loyal to Kat.  “Hounds are so much better than people in that regard. They don't get corrupted so easily, their loyalty rarely wavers.” And they can’t speak nonsense for hours at end. Kevan knew far too many people who could learn form dogs in that regard. 

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       “Brother!” Margaery’s smile got wider once she noticed her brother. She was in the garden, enjoying the flowers, picking new ones for her bedchamber. “Isn’t it such a nice day  to be outside enjoying the garden? You should come out here more often!” She gave him the flowers she already picked. “Do you like them?”

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“It occurs once in every minute Twice in every moment And yet never in one hundred thousand years. What is it?”

Kat looked from one face of her company to the other with a slight smug on her lips, which she hid by holding the book up in front of her face.  Ser Marcyn Lowther reclined in his chair, looking down into his cup of wine with his brow furrowed and Lady Rosyn Norridge seemed to part her plump lips to say the answer before promptly changing her mind.  “Come now, it’s not that difficult,” Kat exclaimed, turning instead to the young Elinor Tyrell, but she looked just as witless as the others, but over her shoulder and above the edge of the rosebushes around them Katya spotted the eldest of Lord Tyell’s children and her face lit up where disappointment  had begun to show. “Lord Willas!” She gave Ser Marcyn a warning glance as she put the book down on her chair before leaving her company. Gravel crunched beneath her feet as she hurried towards the crippled man, a big black dog following her.  “ I truly hope I am not disturbing you, but...” The Rowan panted softly as she refused to forget her manners and bent her knees in a quick curtsy, cheeks lightly flushed as she then gestured towards the patio where Ser Marcyn, Lady Norridge and Lady Elinor were waiting. 

 “Please you must help those poor fools not look completely witless!” The hound was curiously sniffing at the Tyrell but she ignored her. Kat’s attention was fully on Willas at that moment, mossy eyes gazing hopefully. “ It occurs once in every minute Twice in every moment And yet never in one hundred thousand years. It is not an overly difficult riddle is it? ”  

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if we’ve never had a thread sc. –– @heirofhighgarden

     “We’re just gonna be skipping over the whole bigger on the inside thing. Gets a bit old after awhile.” Clara grabs the monitor on the console, pulling it closer to her. “Didn’t mean to end up here. That happens a lot.” The Doctor must have rubbed off on her with that. She turns to the man, making it a point to ignore his surprise at the interior of her TARDIS. “Anything weird happening around here lately? Must be since she brought me here.”

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“W h a t are you wearing?”

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“ The Queen commands out presence tonight. I suggest you make good of the garments provided for you, brother. If we wish to gain her trust, we must play the great game.”