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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 8:02:35 GMT
TAG - Margaery Baratheon OOC NOTES - welp. I dunno what happened. It was supposed to be short and sweet but here, have this rambling monstrosity. With like a tiny bit of dialogue for you to work with at the end. >.>
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Tyene stared at the reflection that the floor length mirror offered her. There wasn't anything to take notice of. In her garb she was but another Septa, spreading the truth about their gods, doing their work. Her blonde hair was hidden beneath the cloth and guileless blue eyes stared back at her. Their depths were void of the grief that she even now felt. Nor did her fury make itself known. Tyene Sand's eyes held nothing of the horrors she had seen, or hinted at the acts she herself had committed. Instead, they held the innocence of a babe. Whenever she smiled, her entire expression would morph into that which was portrayed as welcoming, empathetic and gentle. Thus was the mask she had perfected long ago. Tyene had learned from her father that women could fight just as well as men. However, she had learned from experience that there was often no need to involve herself into the tedious act of battle whenever she had the ability to end it all with a single drop from a small bottle, or a tiny cut from her dagger. Poison was often seen as a coward's weapon, but that was only by the fools who didn't understand it. Those who only understood fear. Oberyn Martell had been very involved in the art, and nobody would have dared call him a coward. Neither was Tyene one. She would gladly give her life for her family, or while claiming justice for her father.
It was the desire for justice that led her to where she stood now. In the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing, posing as a Septa of The Faith, and surrounded by lions. The garb wasn't all that bad. In Dorne she had often worn chaste clothing as well, as opposed to some of the more revealing gowns that those like her cousin, Arianne might have chosen. She smiled fondly at the thought of her. Perhaps soon this would be done with, and she could return home. It would never be the same without Oberyn Martell there, but maybe after justice was served, they would move forward. Maybe the loss of him wouldn't hurt so much. As it were, it did hurt.
Tyene glanced down at the large tomb that was opened before her. The Seven-Pointed Star, it was called. The Holy Text. She had read much of it already. Her own mother was a Septa. For true, unlike Tyene. During her visits with her, she had often read to Tyene, much the same things as what was written in this book. She wondered, then, what her mother would think of her current position. Tyene knew that she would have been pleased if her daughter had chosen to become a Septa herself, but it was not the path meant for her, and that had long since been accepted. Even if her mother didn't understand, it wouldn't change things. She cared for her, but it was Oberyn that she had held most dear. Her father had wrapped her around his little finger from an early age. Eager was she to learn from him, and to someday be someone that was noted alongside him. The Sand Snakes. Daughters of the Red Viper. But what did it matter now? He was gone. What had been most precious to her had been ripped away. Now it was time for Tyene and her sisters to pay the debt that was owed.
Once Tyene had met with the leader of this group, this 'High Sparrow', it hadn't been all that difficult to make him see what she wanted him to see. A pious young Septa, whose life was devoted to doing the work of the gods. She had come to King's Landing in hopes of having a more direct affect. For she may not be able to take up arms, like the brave Warrior's Sons, but she could help those most in need to seek penance. One didn't have to wield a blade to save a soul. In this, a woman could be just as effective as a man. After passing off that particular story, great waves of information had been offered to her. Cersei Lannister had completed her Walk of Atonement; something which Tyene was severely sore about having missed. The great lioness now licked her wounds in the Red Keep and from what she had learned these past couple of weeks, Cersei hadn't even left it. And was rarely seen without her great hulking shadow, whatever that beast may be. Tyene hadn't seen the newest member of the King's Guard, yet. But even here, there was talk of his enormity. Alas, frightened people did have a tendency to stretch truths, so there was no telling just how much of it could be held accountable until she spoke with her sisters.
There was another that had caught her attention, though. It seemed Tyene was not the only one spinning up a tale for the High Sparrow. The Queen, Margaery Tyrell, had swindled her way out of her own Walk of Atonement. Tyene was perceptive enough to have doubts about just how far this woman truly took her beliefs. After all, pretending to be pious while in truth being anything but was what Tyene excelled at. Even in Dorne, only those that knew her very well could see past her pretense. She had learned that Cersei was the reason why Margaery had been shackled in the first place, and what a curious thing that was. Somehow, she felt that the Tyrell Queen wouldn't be so quick to offer the 'Mother's Mercy' to Cersei after that. It would seem that the Tyrells and the Lannisters had a relationship more complicated and strained than most suspected. A surprise, to be sure; albeit a welcome one.
It was Margaery whom she sought today. For the last few days she had merely shadowed her and Septa Unella, who likewise, rarely seemed to leave Margaery's side. Unfortunately, Septa Unella had been stricken with a sudden illness. Unbeknownst to those who treated her, a small amount of an undetectable poison now coursed through her oh-so-devout body. Thus rendering her unable to continue her watch over Margaery. Tyene, generous as she was, offered to take over in the duties, and even now walked through the halls of the Sept until she entered a room where she knew she would find the Queen.
"Your Grace," she greeted in a quiet voice, clear as a bell. "It seems that Septa Unella has fallen quite ill and is unable to join you anymore. Gods be good, they'll return her health to her," she stated. Gods or no, Septa Unella won't last through the next couple of days, she thought. There were none here who would be able to detect the poison, and even so, there wouldn't be an antidote around if they did. "For the time being, I will be joining you. I hope my company doesn't prove to be a disappointment," she continued after a pause. Not likely. Unella had been nothing more than an uptight cunt. If the Tyrell girl didn't see Tyene as an improvement, there was no hope for her after all. "I'm Septa Elia," she added. It would be foolish to use her real name. Elia had been chosen in remembrance of her aunt. For it wasn't just Oberyn that had been murdered here. Elia Martell had been as well.
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Post by Margaery Baratheon on Jul 7, 2016 18:55:39 GMT
Every Rose Has It's Thorns... Just like Every Night Has it's Dawn... Night after night Margaery crouched in her cell. Time meant little in these four walls. You weren't aware entirely of what the world was doing around you. Though each day Septa Unella constantly came in to try and get her to confess to her brothers sin's. All she was guilty of was lying to protect her brother. She would do it again and again rather than to see her brother hurt.
Though over the past few weeks she had been allowed more freedom around the Sept. She was quick to latch onto the High Sparrow's plan to unite the Faith and the Crown. With the crown and the Faith apparently united the Faith would be untouchable. Margaery knew this, though if it was a charade, the Faith would be that much easier to bring down from the inside.
So that was when Margaery decided to play along. Believe that her turn to the Seven, was all part of her repentance. Each day after her talk with the Sparrow she would be allowed in the main hall, supervised and guarded, but a change of the four walls of her cell. That morning she crouched before a pedestal, a top it was the symbol of the Seven. She pretended to be deep in prayer as they expected her to be. When in fact she sat there head bowed and eyes closed for hours her mind consumed with other thoughts.
She looked up then when she heard the key's jingling from the doorway and she turned to look at the doorway then, still crouched on her knees. She half expected it to be the High Sparrow, as it had been every other day of the week. With that knowledge she turned back to bow her head quickly, keeping up the pretence. The door opened and closed behind her and she remained kneeling on the floor.
Though when it was a voice she didn't recognise she raised her head and turned it toward the doorway. Her eyes landing on a petite blonde girl, dressed in a Septa's clothing. She smiled dismissively at her title, "Can hardly be called your grace. Far cry from a queen at the moment." Margaery told her dismissing the title. If she were in the keep, dressed in her beautiful clothes, her crown on her head... then yes. Though right now in these filthy rags, cut skin, bare feet. She hardly looked the part at the moment, and didn't feel the part either.
She rose her eyebrows in concern that was entirely faked. The only feeling that flooded within her was relief, "Oh no, that poor woman. Seven blessings to her and a quick recovery." Margaery spoke evenly. She truly was trying to play the part. One day soon she would be free of this place, so she could save her people from the tyranny of the Faith Millitant. She smiled again at the girl when she asked if her company would be disappointing, "Of course not, Elia. Lovely to meet you." Margaery told her, "Come and pray with me. Pray for Septa Unella's recovery..." Margaery offered politely. In actual fact she would simply be kneeling here with her head bowed, and thinking more of her plan than praying for that woman's recovery.
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