Sansa/margaery Novels & Stories

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.

Dagon landed on Johan’s head. “Welcome back,” said Dorin. Azra blinked at him with her pale pink eyes. “So, this is the dragon...” Margarette marvelled. To her surprise, Dagon hopped down from Johan’s head and landed on her shoulder. He stretched his wings and shook himself, knocking off her cap. Long, fiery red hair fell down her shoulders. “Ah, I didn’t get to pin my hair properly this morning...” Mar tried to fix her hair, but Dagon kept clawing at it.

, she wondered out loud. “Seriously, who is this woman?!” Vaughn gave up on his frustration and asked again. John hummed half-amused and turned to him with a helpless sort of indulgent smile, “Marcia Skywalker”, he said and grinned at their amusement at her name and he nodded, “She’s ~Zen’s~ mentor”, he informed, “For his admittance into Hale Academy: University of Sui Generis”, he stated proudly. Yana squealed, “Oh My God!” she capitalized each word verbally and jumped up and down, “John, you must be so proud!” she shrieked at decibels bats would envy, her husband winced.

Said the troll elder as he moved forward towards the rolling rocks. While Tia was still looking at the trolls rolling down the hill, roots from and trees uprooted. While she was still looking at that they covered the whole house covering every opening there was. “Bloody Matias!” said Tia irritated, Matias was one of the powerful wizards from the North, he was stubborn and always believed in conspiracy theories. She was not surprised that he was swayed by the seer, the man is good with words.

She asks in a calm tone. “Everything.” I say leaning forward in my chair as I place my elbows on my knees. She looks so tiny in her cage. Exposed, vulnerable. I’ve always thought it was funny how puny humans are with respect to werewolves. “Tell me everything.” “My name is Morgana Dracarys. I’m 18 years old and I’m a slave. Your slave.” Dracarys. Not a name you hear often. I’m only five years older than her. I watch her twist her face as she starts saying her next words.

This lady obviously has a problem with her and if she dosen't stop her she might end up hurting charlie real bad! "If you have a problem with me, face me. Don't hurt the poor animal"Dominica says, her eyes immediately saw blood starting to drip from her hands, everybody's attention immediately reverted to them. "You think you can face me. You weak minded human"The strange woman says... "I'm Marge and Fenris is mine. I want you to leave"She says... It finally dawned on her. Seems Fenris so called love that he's been professing was wrong after all.