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ALLA TYRELL
 Posted: May 13 2017, 09:41 PM
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Lady Tyrell
Lily in the Shadows
Sworn to House Tyrell
THE REACH
18 years
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It was time to be done. To be done being sad, or at least as persistently sad as she had been in recent months. There was a calamity to her world now, one in which things were different than before, but better. Softer. That gnawing at the pit of her stomach no longer lingered as it once did, at least no moreso than it had before her true unhappiness had started, and she no longer woke in the middle of the night with her heart pounding, her stomach in knots.

There were new distractions here, that much was true. Old distractions, too, but that was neither here nor there. Alla was enjoying those distractions, enjoying the fact that she now had a hand in guiding them rather than feeling as though she were being manipulated and dragged along for the amusement of others. She had learned in the hardest of ways, learned what the power of a true no meant, and was learning how to keep herself from falling back in that trap.

Of course she would never truly be free from it. Her station would always be a precarious one, one that she was always afraid of losing. Happiness was a terrifying thing; Alla knew it was fleeting, that a single conversation could drag her back into the pits of despair from which she was trying so desperately to claw her way out of. Happiness meant that unhappiess would eventually follow, and though her current malaise was finally breaking, she feared that upward rise, living constantly on the edge of wondering when it would all come crashing down again.

Things with Alistair had been going well, better than she had anticipated. With Margaery...things were getting better with every passing day. Alla was one to hold a grudge, but Margaery had been both amenable to her requests and respectful of them in the long run, and Alla no longer felt so frightened of letting herself be touched. The touching, as it happened, wasn't where the danger lied. Her heart was more susceptible, though she supposed she had always known that. Her body was more resilient than her relatively fragile countenance belied, but her heart? Not so much.

Alla came after supper, bearing wine that she may or may not already have gotten a head start on drinking. "Margaery?" she called from outside of the door, before passing inside once invited. "I thought...I thought we could share some wine. As we did when we were girls," she said, her words starting strong before venturing towards the sheepish.

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MARGAERY BARATHEON
 Posted: May 22 2017, 08:22 PM
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Princess of the Stormlands
Little Rose
SWORN TO THE SEVEN KINGDOMS
THE STORMLANDS
19 years
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Following her cousin Desmera’s wedding Margaery had instructed her household staff to have a suite prepared for her on the first floor of the Red Keep, separate from the chambers that she shared with her husband. As much as she enjoyed sharing Alistair’s bed, the little rose had entered the eighth moon of her pregnancy and was hardly overjoyed at the strenuous task the staircase had become. She still went for daily walks in the garden, but all measure of precautions were taken against overexerting herself. If the Storm Queen had her way she likely would never be allowed out of bed. Not that Lysa’s fears were entirely unwarranted - her own lack of success in bearing children was enough to strike fear into any woman. In the earlier stages of her pregnancy Margaery had viewed herself as being above such shortfalls, but as the time of her lying in drew nearer she could not help but feel concern for how smooth her pregnancy had been thus far. Thus, her new chambers and avoidance of stairs.

Most nights Alistair still shared her bed, joining her here rather than in their own room. However on nights when he was particularly busy working he stayed away. She’d encouraged him to make good use of their empty bed, particularly given that they had both agreed that any sort of penetrative sexual relations ought to wait until after the babe was born. It would seem Alla was still holding out on him as well, though, and had made him swear to take no other woman into his bed - a fact Margaery had laughed at and teased him mercilessly for. She had been required to make no such promises to her cousin, though that was perhaps because it was much harder to entice anyone into her bed at the moment. At least she and Alistair were endlessly frustrated together.

On this particular night her husband was absent; whether he was working or merely tired of her rising from their bed every half hour to relieve herself Margaery knew not. Regardless, she was hardly complaining about having the bed to herself. Sitting propped up against the pillows, the little rose had her nose buried in a book and almost didn’t hear Alla calling from outside the door. Bidding the girl to enter rather than rising to get the door herself, a smile brightened her face as her cousin appeared, cask of wine in hand. ”Of course, sweetling,” she said, trying to hide her knowing smirk. Alla had come a long way since she had returned, but Margaery was hardly going to get her hopes up that all was forgiven - nobody could hold a grudge better than Alla Tyrell. Except perhaps Mace; it was clearly something in the Tyrell bloodline. Scooting over a bit, Margaery patted the space on the bed beside her. ”Come, sit.”
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ALLA TYRELL
 Posted: May 24 2017, 07:37 PM
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Lady Tyrell
Lily in the Shadows
Sworn to House Tyrell
THE REACH
18 years
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Alla entered as she was bid, greeted by her very pregnant cousin. It had been some time since she had seen someone so round; her mother had borne several children after her, but she had not been old enough to truly remember what that was like, and once she had aged she had left to become part of Margaery's retinue. For now she smiled; though she was round and tired, there was still a glow to her cousin that superseded even that natural glow she so often seemed to possess. For her girth she was no less beautiful, and though her stomach was growing, so too were her breasts.

She followed her cousins instruction, kicking off her slip-on shoes and crawling into the bed with less grace than she had intended. She was careful not to jostle the mattress too much, lest it upset the precious cargo within, and had some greater success there. That was not saying much, but at least it was something.

“You're looking well,” she said, pulling the top from the skin and curling her legs beneath herself, feline. “All things considered,” she added with a slight smile, her eyes dropping down to the protruding stomach. “Can you yet tell if it's a boy?” Alla took a pull off the skin, her chatter almost nervous. She handed the skin then to her cousin, pursing her lips. How did one broach the subject of being ready to fuck again gracefully?

Alla smiled, her hand moving to Margaery’s forehead as she brushed some hair back from there. Things had not quite been the same now as they were before, and how could she get that back exactly when so much had changed? Did she even want everything to be just as it was? She thought not, thought that she wanted things to be better. But Margaery was not herself, and though Alla was coming out of her prolonged sadness she was not yet wholly herself either. Or perhaps she was, only sadder. If that was possible.

Instead of some ballsy reply, she lapsed into silence briefly, exhaling a little laugh after a few moments. ”I must confess, this looks rather miserable,” she said shifting idly until she rested against the girl’s side.


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MARGAERY BARATHEON
 Posted: May 28 2017, 06:37 PM
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Princess of the Stormlands
Little Rose
SWORN TO THE SEVEN KINGDOMS
THE STORMLANDS
19 years
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If Alla moved with anything but grace Margaery did not notice it. Her own ability to get in and out of bed, or do anything for that matter, was lacking in grace as of late, a face that was certainly not lost on her. The little rose did her best to remain as regal as possible, and kept to her chambers more often than she would have liked. Margaery was beginning to understand why noblewomen began their lying in period a moon before their expected due date. It was less for the safety of the babe and more to keep up a dignified appearance when they were seen by the household or smallfolk from the city.

Leaning over to press a light kiss to Alla’s cheek as the other girl joined her, the little rose took the skin of wine when it was offered. ”Thank you,” she replied, offering a small smile and choosing to ignore her cousin’s little addition. Taking a sip from the wine, Margaery’s gaze joined Alla’s on her belly, one hand smoothing over it. ”If only,” she sighed. ”All the soothsayers in King’s Landing and Storm’s End alike swear it will be, but we won’t know until it arrives, I suppose.” If Margaery had thought prayer might do her any good she might have spent more time in the Sept begging for the Mother to grant her a boy child. However, as it was she trusted very little in forces she could not see at work. All she could do was wait and hope that fortune favored her. Otherwise she’d have to be with child again fairly soon after.

Passing the wine back to her cousin, Margaery closed her eyes as the other girl brushed a bit of hair from her face, a small smile finding her lips as Alla did so. Sighing softly as Alla nestled against her side, she slipped one arm around the other girl’s shoulders and pressed another soft kiss to the top of her cousin’s head. It felt nice to enjoy one another’s company in this way once more. For far too long after her return from the North Alla had pulled away from her, and Margaery missed these little comforts. Alla had been her best friend as well as her lover, though she wasn’t sure whether the other girl knew as much. It wasn’t something she had ever felt the need to voice aloud.

”It is.” Margaery laughed softly at Alla’s comment. ”But it is only for a little while longer.”
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ALLA TYRELL
 Posted: May 29 2017, 06:45 PM
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Lady Tyrell
Lily in the Shadows
Sworn to House Tyrell
THE REACH
18 years
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Alla felt Margaery's lips upon her cheek and returned the smile, though her cousin's looked more tired than her own. That seemed new; for a long time Alla had been the one with the wearied smile, but then again gestating an alien within oneself was probably an exhausting thing, especially at this stage. "I believe he will be," she said, "For your sake, and for Alistair's." Alistair deserved a son, and Margaery too. It had not been easy for her to get here, and Alla had no reason to hope for anything otherwise.

"And think of all you have to gain from it," she said, smiling as her hand move over her cousin's stomach. For once there wasn't a bitterness there, and the absence of such a feeling startled her. How long had it been since she had looked upon Margaery, especially in her condition, and felt nothing but softness? Not since the announcement of her marriage to Daryn, and how long ago that felt now. That her marriage had come and gone in the time that Margaery was gestating her child...well. That was an uncomfortable thought to bear.

Thoughts turned idly to just why she did not feel such loss, looking upon Margaery now. Perhaps it was because she had no husband, and to have a child with the man she loved would mean not having a child at all. Margaery would kill it before it came to be anything more than a half-formed thing; those were the terms. Then again she did have to actually fuck the prince to become pregnant with his seed, and of yet that had not happened. He was able to touch her again, but not as he would have liked. She kept that from him, at least.

"Will you have me here?" she asked softly, looking up at her cousin again, "With you? When your time comes?"

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MARGAERY BARATHEON
 Posted: Jun 1 2017, 09:56 PM
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Princess of the Stormlands
Little Rose
SWORN TO THE SEVEN KINGDOMS
THE STORMLANDS
19 years
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A smile brightened Margaery’s demeanor as Alla suggested that she too thought it would be a boy. Nevermind that fortune tellers for miles had said the same - Alla proclaimed it to be so and thus it must be true. The thought was amusing, but the little rose appreciated the sentiment behind it nonetheless. Obviously she too hoped for a boy; the heir to the Baratheon dynasty that was only just beginning. Could there be a more powerful hand to be dealt? ”Thank you sweetling,” she said gently, one hand slipping around her cousin’s shoulder as the other girl mover her hand over the swell of her stomach. ”Indeed - I think it is the nearest thing to being king yourself.”

That was the problem with Queen Lysa’s position after all, was it not? Her baby boy was wrapped around her finger despite being a grown man. Margaery felt as if she had been fairly successful at edging her way into his ear as well, offering sound counsel and proving herself to be of a sharp mind. But she would have to maintain a cordial relationship with Lysa to remain as such. The woman didn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Still, it was a useful relationship to have, that of mother and son. A queen was only a queen as long as her husband was alive, and as long as she did not die in childbirth she was likely outlive him. But she would have her son’s ear after that, and that could be equally effective.

Drawn from her thoughts as Alla spoke once more, the little rose smiled as the girl turned her gaze upward to look upon her face. ”If you should like to be,” she said, voice soft. ”Of course I would love to have you there. You’ll be the balm to what is sure to be her grace’s stormy gales.”
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ALLA TYRELL
 Posted: Jun 6 2017, 10:33 PM
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Lady Tyrell
Lily in the Shadows
Sworn to House Tyrell
THE REACH
18 years
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Alla offered her cousin a wan smile, nodding her head as Margaery slipped an arm around her shoulder. Alla would never know what it was like to bear a child; she would certainly never know what it was like to bear a king’s child, though she supposed that, had her womb cooperated, she would have been in the prime position to. That wouldn’t have lasted especially long even if she was fertile, but Alla was content not to know, for the time being. With Daryn she had wanted children, wanted to prove to him that she would be a good and productive wife, and to force him to love her cos thats how it works duh. Alistair would not love her more for bearing his child, and she would only have it torn away from her.

”I can imagine,” she said, because what else was there to say? She couldn’t really imagine, actually, but it was polite enough, right? She had never much been good at talking, less so at smalltalk. But now she found herself falling even more flat, and she shifted somewhat in her cousin’s hold, getting more comfortable. She did hope that Margaery was made of tougher things than Lysa was; it seemed almost obvious, but the gods were cruel and perhaps they would decide that Margaery Tyrell had been given too much in this life.

Alla frowned at that thought, and endeavored to push it from her mind quickly. She had lost so much already, and she could not imagine losing Margaery. Margaery, who made things move, who made the pieces rotate on the board. Her dearest friend, and her closest cousin. In spite of her generally fickle affections, Alla could not imagine losing the girl, not finitely, not to death. Margaery was too full of life for that, and how dim would the world be if a child claimed her?

”I would like to be,” she confirmed, her smile more genuine as it surfaced. ”I would not like to leave you in the hands of midwives alone for such an important task. They know you not,” she said, squeezing her cousin’s hand gently. ”Not like I do.”

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MARGAERY BARATHEON
 Posted: Jun 15 2017, 09:37 PM
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Princess of the Stormlands
Little Rose
SWORN TO THE SEVEN KINGDOMS
THE STORMLANDS
19 years
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Perhaps it should not have been so surprising that Alla desired to be in the birthing chamber with her. After all, Alla had served as her lady in waiting for years, and was the closest of all her cousins, though Desmera came in a close second. Still, such tenderness was not always common from the sullen young woman, and Margaery could not keep the smile from her lips as Alla spoke. The girl shifted beside her in an attempt to get more comfortable, and Margaery’s fingers lightly trailed over her hair, almost as if petting the other girl. Meeting her cousin’s gaze as Alla offered her hand a gentle squeeze, Margaery leaned over to press a kiss to the other’s forehead.

”That is most certainly true,” she said lightly, letting go of her cousin’s hand to take up the skin of wine once more, though her other arm remained around the girl’s shoulder. Margaery took a small sip before returning it to Alla, an almost cheeky grin finding her lips. ”Though I am not certain such intimate knowledge is required for childbirth,” she jested lightly. A jest was the furthest she would go without permission. Unlike her husband, Margaery did not intend to push Alla’s limits or cheat her way into the other woman’s smallclothes. Alla had made her boundaries quite clear, and the little rose had every intention of respecting them until told otherwise. The way they’d left things before Alla went to the North was never far from her mind, and Margaery had no desire to cause the other pain in any form.
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ALLA TYRELL
 Posted: Jun 18 2017, 06:22 PM
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Lady Tyrell
Lily in the Shadows
Sworn to House Tyrell
THE REACH
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Alla smiled as she took comfort in the gentle petting of her cousin, glad that they were back in a place where such touch did not feel patronizing or full of pity. Alla, for all of her tendency to mire herself in woe, had very little tolerance for pity; she loathed to feel lesser, as though she could not tolerate the world as well as everyone else could. Even if it was true, even if she was less adept in such matters than others. She hated that feeling, but it was less prevalent these days. Perhaps she was finally coming out of her melancholy, though her trepidation seemed imminent, and unhappiness felt as though it threatened her comfort at every turn.

To be happy was to live in fear, she realized. It was a fleeting thing in her life, and usually signalled nothing but impending despair, a despair that deepend every time.

Margaery was teasing her, and she allowed it with a little smile upon her lips, almost embarrassed but not quite. ”It’s all...the same parts,” she offered uncomfortable, never having been all that good at the witty banter things. ”One never knows what could come in handy.” She glanced down at the other girl’s stomach, with a short laugh. ”Not that it looks as though you’ve even been able to see them of late,” she said, pulling a long draw off the skin of wine as she looked at Margaery once more.

How did one approach the awkward subject of being dtf once again? Alla pursed her lips, then chewed the lower one idly. ”And...have they been attended to?” she asked, already cringing at that awkward delivery before the words had even fully passed her lips. Her hand found her cousin’s thigh, on the off-chance that that would temper her lack of social fluency.


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MARGAERY BARATHEON
 Posted: Jun 18 2017, 08:41 PM
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Princess of the Stormlands
Little Rose
SWORN TO THE SEVEN KINGDOMS
THE STORMLANDS
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At the time Margaery had thought letting Alla leave for the North would be one of the most difficult things she had ever done. In truth, mending her relationship with her cousin had proven far more so, however they had finally seemed to reach a place of familiarity. The little rose could only pray that she would not soon be with child again; ill humor as a result of her pregnancy was, in her mind, still to blame for their falling out. If she were being completely honest she might admit that her own jealousy and unwillingness to let the other woman go had also played a role, but in the bliss of enjoying the other’s company once more she was able to neglect such musings.

Laughing lightly as Alla asserted that the parts were the same and thus she would be useful, Margaery watched as her cousin took another drink from the wine. ”Yes I suppose so. Perhaps arousal aids in delivery,” she mused lightly, blue eyes sparkling. ”You are, after all, quite adept at that.” Surely compliments were at least acceptable? Margaery felt that she had done well enough in keeping her distance, allowing Alla the space to heal and trust her once more. However with such an opening it was impossible not to allude to past encounters.

The little rose sighed as Alla commented on the disappearance of her lady bits from her own view. At least they were still within reach; even if she couldn’t see them, her hands still knew well enough what to do, useful given that Brienne no longer called upon her chambers. Quirking a brow at her cousin’s inquiry, a small smirk curled the corner of her mouth as the other girl’s hand came to rest on her thigh. ”Not as often as I would like,” she replied cheekily. Alistair still frequented her bed and attended to such needs, as she did with him, though their methods were hardly as satisfying they could be. Margaery thought to inquire after Alla’s own needs, but she knew perfectly well that her cousin was still holding out on Alistair, and she hardly wished to bring her husband up in this particular conversation.
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