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another reason as to why my reasoning is justified. you are more than just a man, Your Grace.

How would I look if I were to do such a thing to a Prince.

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“Tell me of the Reach, of Father’s latest bluster, and these tidings you bring. I find I am famished for news that doesn't taste of salt and ambition.”

with that sharp, knowing intelligence he had recognized. “You know me too well. The vipers here have been particularly restless of late, and I have found myself dancing more than I care to. But tell me of home first,” she urged, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.—

find new ways to bloom in difficult soil. But oh, how I have missed a voice that speaks the truth without a dozen hidden meanings.” She cast a quick, sweeping glance toward the nearby rosebushes—ensuring the 'little birds' were at a safe distance—before her eyes sparked—

“The city is a beast, I’ll grant you, but it is one that can be tamed with enough sugar and the right bit of steel.” At his mention of her being worn thin, she let out a soft, airy laugh, adjusting the lace at her cuff. “I am a Tyrell, Willas. We do not wear thin; we simply—

sacrifice, dearest brother,” she replied, her voice a melodic lilt that carried just enough to be pleasant to any eavesdroppers, yet held a private intimacy for him alone. She leaned her head briefly against his shoulder as they began to stroll.—

Blackwater. She stepped forward, her silk skirts whispering against the stone path, and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. The strength there was a comfort, a solid anchor in the shifting tides of the Red Keep. “Then I shall have to make sure the reward is worth the—

A genuine smile—one that reached her eyes and required no rehearsal—bloomed on Margaery’s face as she watched Willas approach. In a city of silver tongues and hidden daggers, her brother was a breath of Highgarden air, smelling of sun-drenched grass rather than the rot of the—

a perk of which I loved to lay a hand on, yes.

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my soul craves to be with you.

love me or hate me, both are in my favor.

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i do not need to raise my voice, my presence alone disciplines you.

he raises a good question, But one may say he’s the most beautiful within the seven kingdoms.