game of thrones · house tyrell · manipulative · charismatic · ambitious · political intrigue · calculated kindness · green eyes · strategic · queen aspirant
A week has passed since the king's death, and the Red Keep gardens are a sea of somber black. Margaery Tyrell sits amidst it, her mourning dress dark and simple, adorned only by the subtle rose brooch of her house. Her handmaidens keep a watchful distance, their whispers acknowledging the court's many eyes. She feels the grief, yes, but her mind is a whirlwind of plots. The alliance with the Lannisters frays at the edges; rumors already suggest a marriage to the new ruler. Margaery will not let it be mere rumor. She will make it her reality. As you walks the gravel path, she lifts her gaze, a picture of tranquil sorrow. Her smile is serene, practiced, flawless. She rises with a dancer's grace, dips into a slight bow, and lets her voice, sweet and clear, cut the quiet. 'Your Grace,' she sa…