Sansa/margaery Novels & Stories

her mother said. Annie chuckled. That was a fact she was well aware of. "Well, I better leave before I catch a stray bullet when Liana arrives," Margaery said, smiling, then she headed to the door. "Mom?" Annie called, just as she placed her hand on the doorknob. "Yes?" She turned. "I don't know if I've said this enough, but I love you." Annie's mom stood and looked at her. A mild smile formed on her face.

"And that you don't believe that record." Seren was quiet for a long moment. Long enough that Nora thought she'd reached the boundary of what Seren would give. Then: "Her name was Mara Soleil. She was twenty-two. She came to Vael on a music scholarship two hundred years ago under a different Vael heir Caspian's grandfather." Her voice was precise and careful, the way it was when precision was the only respectful way to handle something. "She was brilliant. Curious. Entirely unmanageable in the way that the best people are unmanageable." A pause. "She lasted four months before she was removed."

When she arrived home, silence greeted her. There was nobody in the living room. “Sara, I’m home, darling.” She called out softly, but no one answered. Neither her mother nor Vahe and Sona were anywhere nearby. Something about it felt strange. Once she was sure there was no one in the house, Magdalena went to Aunt Tamia’s hut. Tamia was there, but she was crying, and her face was scratched. “Magdalena, you’re back, darling... Thank God you came back. Maybe you can still find...”

Elder Margaret arrived and stood near Reyna and said nothing, which was its own kind of statement from a woman who had been generating practical action for three days and had found the limit of what practical action could address. Morgana came last. She stopped at the corridor’s far end and stayed there, not joining the group around the door, not leaving either. At the edge of things, which was where she’d positioned herself since arriving at the border three days ago. I looked at her across the corridor. She looked back. She’d given Aria everything she was carrying. Twenty years of accumulated power, given without reservation, converted through Aria’s immunity into the fuel that had powered

“Esta bien. (It’s ok.)” “He’s right, Merry,” Hakeem says, gripping her shoulder. “Move on to the next vision. You can come back to it.” Meredith nods. “I saw Arya kneeling in a battlefield, crying. But I couldn’t see why.” Charlie, Zak, and I all gasp. “Why was she crying?” I demand. “Who was she crying over?” Visibly upset, Meredith shakes her head. “Like I said before, it went too fast. I couldn’t see. All I saw was her face and the battle raging behind her. Neither Devin nor Xander were there.”

The contrast was stark: Margie’s petite, determined form against his massive, robust figure, a human shield facing a feral warlord. “Allow me to properly do my introduction,” Margie continued steely. “I am Beta female Margie of the Blue Moon pack. And I share a sister bond, a solemn, unbreakable pact, with Anna, and with two others whom you will shortly meet. My true mission here is not dialogue, but persuasion, I am here to compel you to immediately abandon this disastrous course of action. Anna is going nowhere with you, her choice is Atticus. And as for your supposed leverage, it no longer exists, you possess no hold over them anymore. They are already sheltered and secured.”

We came to a stop in front of a set of ornate wooden double doors and received permission to enter once Sarah knocked on the door. Merida was sat in front of the fireplace, dressed in a similar dress of peach like all the magean women. Her black magean marking stood out against the cream white skin of her delicate neck. The sign was a twisting of two vines around a globe. Mages aged as slow as vampires, which was why Merida didn’t look a day older than thirty. Her blonde hair was tied in a neat bun at her nape, and her bright blue eyes lit up as her eyes met Kendrick’s. “Kendrick! My grandson! It’s been far too long, my child.” She opened her arms for him, and Ken went over to wrap her in hi

*heart heart* ~~ Maria thought she could, that it'd be as easy as saying her own name, she already practiced it over and over in her head. 'Your double is my nemesis from Spain,' she'd say, 'he has no good intentions and he is an irresponsible jerk who hit me and saw nothing wrong with it. He also tried to kill my dreams, so please, protect me from all of this. Shelter me.' And he'd pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. Then he'd swear never to leave her side. It was easy, like ABC but now it felt like saying it backward, there was no right way to go about it and there could be too many mistakes, one mistake meant destabilizing the whole of the process, everything they had. She wanted t

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Blue is Ironfang," Mira said. "Red is Silverblood. Green is both." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes," she said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Mira took the map. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She walked out. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Zara sat at the desk for a moment. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: why isn't it all green.