#she lashes out

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It's a shame Grace Chasity is an evangelical Christian because the way she interacts with her faith truly does read as a Catholic teenager when they're taking their confirmation classes and feel the need to overcompensate or play up their faith to receive validation or be viewed as a good person because at that moment in time everyone in their life feels like they're constantly scrutinizing their every move or trying to drag them towards temptation, even when normally their own beliefs or actions do not naturally manifest in that way.

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291 AC | Loras' Departure

The day Loras departed for Storm's End, Margaery spent some time in the morning watching the preparations in the courtyard from a high window--brooding. Her feelings were jumbled and confused, save a general sense of upset. While she knew that Loras would be leaving and why, a large part of her never truly accepted that her brother and constant companion would be gone. Reachable only by letter, which would never be enough and—knowing Loras—not guaranteed. The entire time, she assumed that someone—whether her father or grandmother or Willas—would put a stop to the plans, even up to the last day.

Once the family gathered in the courtyard and Loras himself started to load up, the panic set in. At first she refused to approach the horses to say goodbye, physically pulling back against Alerie as she was urged forward. It wasn't until she saw the fear and anxiety in Loras's face that she finally moved forward to hug him. Their embrace was desperate and neither of them knew what to say to each other. All they could do was hold on tighter, if only for a few moments.

After final goodbyes and reminders from the family, Loras and his guard finally turned their horses and rode out of the courtyard. Once the gate closed, Alerie reached down to lead Margaery back inside. Marg flinched away from her touch, angry tears filling her eyes. Her mother spoke softly to her, trying to soothe her, but Marg only slapped away her hand and ran back into the castle.

She pushed past all of them—Mace, Alerie, Willas, Septa Nysterica—and did not stop until she reached Loras's old chambers. Her sudden entrance startled the servants tidying up. She was almost enraged that someone was in that space, especially since she was so distraught. She screamed at them to get out and did not stop until they fled. Then the room was empty and silent, save for her heavy breathing. Tears were streaming down her face, blurring her vision. For a few moments, all she could do is just stand there, teeth clenched to stop herself from openly sobbing.

Slowly, she walked over to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. It waswhere Loras kept some of his old toys, including a collection of clay knights-on-horses. They'd been among his favorites, at least before he started his own training and was no longer satisfied with anything but the real thing. She picked one up. The paint had chipped in some places, faded in others, but the green and gold of the knight's armor was still recognizable. It was all of Loras's dreams made miniature and hand-held. It felt to her like a dream dreamed in vain.

Margaery held it in her hands for a minute or two and then, with a devastated shriek, whirled around and threw it as hard as she could. It shattered against the opposite wall, scattering pieces all over the floor.