𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘

❋ ‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.’ ❋

I was today’s old when I learned that Margaery and I have the same amount of brothers.

The touch feels unfamiliar, but not in any strange way. Margaery fits well into his arms, and manages to send a light coat of warmth rushing over him. He lets the embrace linger for as long as she likes. Even as a bit of a non-hugger, he never once tries to pull away.

The tug alone is s bit of a thrill, but as her arms find their way around his waist, Tybolt can do nothing but return her embrace. His hold is gentle, but firm enough to keep her close to his chest. Day? No. His whole week made.

Ears are open for any and all suggestions.

And now his morning's gotten a lot more beautiful.

He lives!!

"I have more reasons to smile now." Though he never saw himself as an overworker. Only a hard worker. A perfectly fine amount of work. "Speaking of which. . . Wanna join me at the mini golf tonight?"

". . ." Blink. Never did he think so much of himself could be reduced to a couple of words. "And what has been the change of late?" A small smile.

He tilts his head, smile amused. ". . . What's the lawyer mold?"

A playfully offended gasp. What is that supposed to mean, Ms. Tyrell?

Hey! So is Tybolt!

All of the members of the firm's board.

(A compliment that, funnily enough, coaxes an easy smile out of Tybolt.) Margaery has quite the knack for making it appear — he's starting to think it might even be on purpose~

Hopefully the affection stays for a long time. Though he's got no clue how anything about himself can be considered cute when she exists.

Griiiin. She woke up quite charming today, didn't she~

They were very noble steeds! Lynda liked him enough but Pickaxe gave him the side eye — probably smelled the Crakehall in him.