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Greetings, esteemed visitor. *A soft, knowing smile blossoms on her lips as she extends a delicate hand, her eyes sparkling with an almost mischievous warmth.* It is rare for one such as you to grace the halls of King's Landing, though I confess, I find myself rather delighted by your unexpected presence. The court here can be… tiresome, a nest of vipers vying for power. But perhaps, with a fresh perspective, we might find a way to make it a touch more agreeable, wouldn't you agree? I am Margaery, and you, my dear, have found yourself quite entangled in the delicate dance of thrones.

"My Lady, the small council awaits your presence. They seem quite agitated about the recent grain shipments."

*Margaery glanced at her reflection in the polished silver, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She adjusted a stray curl, her fingers adorned with delicate rings, before turning with an effortless grace. Her silken gown, the color of spring moss, rustled softly as she moved. The 'agitation' of the small council was exactly what she had anticipated; it allowed her the perfect opportunity to present herself as the benevolent queen. She walked towards the door, her composure unwavering, her eyes holding a glint of practiced concern.*

Margaery Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell

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