[Letting Colette's hair slip through her fingers, Margaery moves her hand to perch on the girl's shoulder. Such a sad thing. Margaery had loved and lost a fragile young woman much like this pious little maid. That sun was a darker shade with hair that brought to mind the blood and rust painting the sky before dusk. Not this pale yellow of noon, no.
But once again, she's face to face with that selfsame blue stare flecked with a deep sort of misery. Her hand pulls back to toy with the pearls at her throat, fingers fiddling with the strand as she stares off to the side for a bit. Sweet Sansa was long gone, shipped off to some settlement in the East. The punishment should have been mine. She indulged my proclivities. The girl knew not— She thought I meant to teach her how to pucker up for the boys. If ever there was a damnable harlot between us two, it was me.
Perhaps she's adventuring in some camp. Staring down tigers and riding elephants in the Indian heat. That's what Margaery would like to think. It's far more likely that malaria had taken her by now. Or worse. Better it be some malady than a man without mercy.
Taking a deep breath, she lets her smile fall back into place before facing Colette once more.]
Why should I mind? It's not right to extend an invitation without meaning it.
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But once again, she's face to face with that selfsame blue stare flecked with a deep sort of misery. Her hand pulls back to toy with the pearls at her throat, fingers fiddling with the strand as she stares off to the side for a bit. Sweet Sansa was long gone, shipped off to some settlement in the East. The punishment should have been mine. She indulged my proclivities. The girl knew not— She thought I meant to teach her how to pucker up for the boys. If ever there was a damnable harlot between us two, it was me.
Perhaps she's adventuring in some camp. Staring down tigers and riding elephants in the Indian heat. That's what Margaery would like to think. It's far more likely that malaria had taken her by now. Or worse. Better it be some malady than a man without mercy.
Taking a deep breath, she lets her smile fall back into place before facing Colette once more.]
Why should I mind? It's not right to extend an invitation without meaning it.