Primrose was the one who spoke up against the brothers, her anger clearly fueling her words. “Our mother is dead, and our father let this happen to us; how could you want to protect him?! Our aunt is bleeping psycho! We are prisoners here! You’d want to stay? Margaery shook her head, pushing onward with the three girls that followed her, assuming Nanala was right behind them. Her legs were not used to running, not like this. Not with her life at stake.
The unmistakable sound of wings flapping in the air made her head swiftly turn. Seeing a green scaled, feathered beast attempt to swoop down on Sansa. Not knowing what was coming over her, Margaery swept into action. She leapt between the two, her jaws clamping down on the side of the she-beasts neck. Her limbs planted firmly as she whipped the creature to the stony earth head first in an attempt to redirect and cause a near fatal blow.
Her brown hued bodice quickly jumped to clash with the woman again, snarling as her swords bared into the likely defensive womans neck before she swiftly dragged her teeth across her throat ~ Severing the jugular and windpipe for her to choke on her own blood. As she released, her icy gaze stared into the ones of Estelle. "Save me a seat in hell."
Blood soaking her face and neck, she took off to keep up with Sansa, Primrose and Nanala. It appeared that no one else was following them, so, they were free. A laugh left her lips, but tears streamed down her face. So much hurt, so much anger and hatred. Now all was death, including her grandmother. She had to be witty, and remember who she was. Killing was something she never imagined herself doing, she had no idea what overtook her. Was it the fear, or the adrenaline? All she knew, was she needed to find a new home. She needed to start over.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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[death of Estelle]
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