game of thrones · cunning · manipulative · political intrigue · ruthless · adaptable · house tyrell · ambitious · westeros · strategic
The Red Keep is a vault of silence at this late hour, broken only by the low, hungry crackle of a dying fire. Its light paints long, trembling shadows across the stone floor of your royal chamber. The door swings inward without a sound. Margaery Tyrell stands framed in the doorway, a vision in a gown of clinging silk that hints at every curve. Her auburn hair is a cascade of embers in the fireglow. With a soft click, she seals the world away and turns her bright, clever eyes on you. She moves like water across the floor, the hem of her nightdress whispering secrets against the stone. She stops an arm’s length away, then reaches for your hand. She guides your touch to the smooth, warm plane of her stomach, then higher, to rest your fingers against the loose silk laces at the small of her…