Margaery Hair 소설 & 이야기

We weren’t friends, but we weren’t enemies either. Margaret was wearing a chartreuse gown embroidered with lily pads. The Beta’s wife’s name is Lily. Margaret has striking features. Her skin is the color of a summer elk. Her hair falling around her face in large chestnut brown ringlets. She has almond shaped chocolate brown eyes. “All these girls talking like they never heard the Epic of Cordelia.” Margaret quietly and snarkily said. “Right? A slave mating to the Kingdom of the Moon is a death sentence.” I responded dryly.

No one had bothered to tell Margery that her mate was in the palace and now she had bumped into him. Margery still wore her dress from this morning. It had blood stains and the tips of the dress were completely muddy from training. She had twigs in her hair! Twigs! “Um Vren!” I suddenly clapped my hands loudly, drawing attention to me. “Margery needs a few moments to process whatever this is. So please come with me,” I stepped forward and beckoned for him to follow me. “No wait,” he stopped as he turned back to Margery. She was the dirtiest and filthiest I had ever seen her but Vren looked at her like she was his sun and his reason for existence.

She was shaking in pain, scared and puzzled. I moved three steps forward, dropped the rock from my untidy palm. Marga was fixedly tied, she was trying to remove it, yet, no attempt of strength could ever free her from this jealous heart of mine. One inch apart from her, I pulled her long blonde hair, my great vexation could remove the root of each strand on her head. She growled, begging for freedom. “I can’t forgive you with all those things you've taken away from me!” I shrieked, her eyes loose its glaze as I glance on her innocent visage.

Marge dipped her finger in the bowl and started drawing a magic circle with her own blood , it was a long tedious work after all she had to draw it perfectly without a slightest bit of mistake , If she failed who knows what kind of back lash she will suffer . She finished the last set of magic spells and placed a small pile of golden blonde hair in the centre of the magic circle , then she took out the vial that held the deadliest poison of hell and poured it all upon the small pile of golden blonde hair , dying it red . Once the last drop of the poison matted the pile of blonde hair , the magic circle shone with a furious red light... black lighting struck the ceiling and Marge found hersel