𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗𝐕𝐈: 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

꧁ CHAPTER XVI ꧂

꧁ " A DARK SISTER " ꧂
꧁ 301 AFTER CONQUEST ꧂

꧁ MARGAERY ꧂

The Sept bells rang out across through the air, cutting through the grey, cloudy skies and bleak mood of the city. From where she sat on her knees, Margaery tried and tried again, each time leading to failure and frustration, to drown out the noise with thoughts and memories.

But when she did that, she found that she instead was drowned by those distractions.

Smiles flashed, faint touches turned to nights filled with nothing but touch, of scent and sight, of everything that the Faith drowned out. Of everything they hated perhaps because they could not have themselves, everything that she had. Once..Margaery sighed, opening her eyes.

The Great Sept of Baelor was empty aside from the ever watchful Sparrows that hid themselves everywhere someone could hide. Margaery would have little surprise if they were even in the rafters, hiding in the slums and sewers, in the very walls.

Rising from her knees, Margaery brushed out the few wrinkles of her grey dress, a dull thing that showed nothing but bland and blind devotion to something she didn't believe in anymore. Sighing, she looked to the stained glass window high above, the Seven Pointed Star cast in rainbow looking dull and dim due to the weather outside. Margaery resigned herself and made the sign anyways and bowed for a moment, feigning a last second prayer before turning and nodding.

"You may bring me back, now."

She said to no one in particular, waiting for a Sparrow or a Septa to come swiftly and escort her back to her lodgings ill-fit for a Queen, though she knew the name and title meant very little to these people. But to her surprise, no Sparrow or Septa came, but an old, old man, slowly descended the stairs across the massive structure slowly, stumbling just a little before coming to a stop at the very last step still above level ground with her.

"Your Holiness.."

Margaery muttered with feigned surprise and something that barely resembled pleasantry. She wasn't surprised at all, really, and was more annoyed and frustrated than anything. Another day, another test, she thought to herself as the High Sparrow nodded.

"The Book of the Mother, chapter three, verse twelve."

He were not asking. She was just supposed to know and recite every verse as if they were imprinted in her mind.

"As water rounds the stones, smoothing what was jagged, so does a woman's love calm a man's brute nature, a wife salves her husband's wounds, a mother sings her son to sleep."

"The Book of the Warrior, chapter twelve, verse twenty-six and twenty-seven."

"The soldier slain for any lord other than the Ones above is a fool and has never truly lived. The soldier slain for the Seven and the Seven alone will never truly fall."