❝ let's make a night you won't remember ❞

[porks]

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[petalled]

[Hard as it is, Margaery stifles her laughter, biting her lip and holding it in. She follows the sheet as it moves along the grass, trying to catch a corner to tug on.]

Are you? Oh my, that's frightening to hear. I'm rather fond of monsters though. My dear friend is to wed an imp and he's one of the kindest men I know.

[Just a pity that it's him walking down the aisle with her rather than me. Oh well.]

Would you mind scurrying out? Let me see you for myself.

[Why would a boy call himself such while in tears? Were there bullies around?]

[wolfpupintheherd]

[The blanket is quiet for half a heartbeat before a round tear-stained face appears from underneath it and he stares at her. Then he disappears.]

...I'm ugly.

I'm an ugly bad guy.

[petalled]

[Never did a lie feel more like a vice around Margaery's heart. Kneeling down, she nudges the blanket away and cups the boy's cheek. Snot trails down his nose and his eyes are red from crying. Without hesitation, she pulls a handkerchief from her pocket and dabs at his face.]

Who's been telling you such things, sweetling? I see no villain here.

[wolfpupintheherd]

[Villain. That's the word he was forgetting. He drags a hand over his face and grimaces.]

That girl! That girl with that old man!

[He sniffs and tries to squirm away.] She said I was the bad guy and I went into the room they told me to and there were all these weapons and it was true.

[petalled]

[One of her brows lifts and she tilts her head, giving him a quizzical look. The boy speaks of a bad dream as if it's reality and, more than anyone, she knows better than to dismiss a child's fears as nothing. When he squirms away, she pockets her handkerchief and offers her hand to him.]

That was cruel of them to say. I don't believe a word of it. You wouldn't cry if you really were what they say you are, would you? A bad guy wouldn't have the heart for that.

[wolfpupintheherd]

[he shakes his head mournfully before he drags a fist across his face.] I want my gramma.

[She's not here.] She'd put that stupid little bitch in jail.

[He is a boy. A 5 year old boy.]

[petalled]

[That makes her pull back just a little, as if the child were a dog that had just snapped its jaws at her. Such language. The boy cries out for his "gramma" and Margaery considers how her own grandmother might react to hearing profanity from this child.

Probably pick him up to wash his mouth out with soap at the nearest sink.

All the better that Margaery happened to be the one to come upon this child. Not everyone can find the patience for little ones.]

You shouldn't say such things. I doubt your grandmother would want you to be so crude with your words. Is she on board, by the way? Perhaps I could take you to her.

[wolfpupintheherd]

[Ward sniffs at that.] ...I'm sorry.

[He is sorry but at the mention of his grandmother he looks ready to burst into tears all over again.] She's dead. She's supposed to be in heaven with Mr. Whiskers but Mother said...

[He can't bear to think about it so instead he hugs the moose tighter] I just don't wanna go back to that girl.

[and his voice goes soft] I was trying to help...

[petalled]

Of course, who would want to keep company with a bully? My apologies about your grandmother, sweetling. I didn't know. Would you like us to go look for your parents?

[Snotty mess that he is, she's willing to carry him if need be.]

If you don't feel like walking, I can pick you up. Both you and your moose.

[wolfpupintheherd]

They're not here.

[He drags a hand over his face] Please don't tell them I was crying. Please.


If you gotta take me back...you gotta. I just-

I just wanna be left alone maybe. [He holds the moose.] damn it.

[petalled]

[With that, Margaery decides to settle back on the grass, sweeping her skirts under her and stretching her legs out to the front before folding them to take on a lotus position. If he wants to stay here, so be it. She'll keep him company for as long as he wishes. One must never suffer to leave a crying child alone.]

Would you mind being alone together? I won't tell anyone you've been crying but I don't think I can leave you be until you're at least a little better.

[wolfpupintheherd]

[he squints at her] You get hit if you cry.

[And he manages an uncanny imitation of an older male.] "wards don't display emotions." That's me. I'm a Ward.

And this is Moose.

[He holds up the moose.] I found him. In my room.

[petalled]

That doesn't sound right, Ser Ward.

[She japes and pins a knight's title on him to choke down her horror. Hitting a child is reprehensible.]

Even heroes should be allowed to cry now and again. Especially ones like you and your loyal steed.