Sansa/margaery Novels & Stories

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.

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.

The maids nodded and parted , leaving enough gap for Marge to walk out of their group . Marge walked out of the southern wing , her face morphing into a furious one , she should have known ! That brat only knew how to talk but couldn't do a thing , because of his failure - that stupid rotten mutt was back in her house ! The house that had a long line of pure and worthy nobles !

She began to feel self-conscious. Morgana were forced to come to a halt as they made their way down the stairwell after coming face to face with Amira. In the background, it appears that Amira is on its way to a wedding reception. "How thoughtful of you, Madam!" Marga said in shocked. Marga let out a piercing scream right away. "The way you look, you're like a Barbie doll! If this is the case, Aunt Lux will serve as your personal assistant as well. HAHAHA!"

the third maid delivered before leaving at once. “Ahh! This bitch hit me really hard,” the maid said as the others dragged her outside. Ava helped Layla up immediately. “That mean girl looks familiar! I can’t remember…” Ava said as she reminisced about receiving a drink from her while she was half unconscious, though it was blurry. “She is Sansa. She’s been threatening me lately about Ser Jeremy, who I haven’t even been acquainted with,” Layla said. “All the way from the maids’ department to the Royal Infirmary? You have to report to your instructor that she’s stalking you!” Ava said, and Layla smiled gently.

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.

I asked, fingers drumming against the armrest of my leather chair. “Yes,” Amelia confirmed on the other end. “Imelda Vale. Sansa’s only living relative on the Vale side. And from what I’ve uncovered, she's not her aunt but her older cousin.” I nodded. "What's the deal with her?” "Well, from the will and inheritance and all of that. From what I've gathered, if anything ever happened to Sansa, everything she owns, money, shares, real estate, the entire empire, would go directly to Imelda.”

Or a dish that you liked? “What the hell do you mean by that?” Apparently, my questions had surprised him beyond measure because now he looked like I was the crazy one “How can you not know who the hell Sansa is? Have you never heard of the Starks? Game of Thrones?” “Did you name it after a fictional character, then?” I said without carrying still looking apprehensive at the big dog with gray fur and blue eyes that kept in the same position, "And it's female, right?" With an exasperated sound, Louis pulled away from me to take the bed back and place it on the side of the living room couch and where Sansa immediately lay down.

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

Marchioness Sylvestra cursed as she held onto the chair. Marchioness Vlyseka clicked her tongue. "It's similar to his majesty, maybe it's the princess." Duchess Loreant turned to the two. "What made such a girl release such a mana?" Vylseka and Sylvestra looked at each other and immediately knew the answer. "Anger." Margaret, who spoke very brazenly earlier, has now kept her mouth shut as she held her throat, coughing heavily while inhaling deeply, trying to get some air.