Margaery Tyrell X Fem!Reader - (Thorns)

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Sexual content, homophobia and nudity

"Y/n? Where are you?" You heard your love call.

"I'm in the bath." You called back, laughing. You knew it wouldn't be long until she got bored of waiting for you.

After a few minutes the door opened and, as expected you expected, Margaery entered. She stood before you and folded her arms against her chest, pouting. You feigned offence, covering your breasts and gasping "My Lady, I am bathing, how dare you?!"

You watched as your lover smirked, unsuccessfully holding back a laugh as she walked back and locked the door. Slipping her pale blue dress off, letting it drop the the floor, she stepped into the tub.
You wrapped your arms and legs around her as she lent back and placed her head in your neck, your chest pressing against her back. Her slender hands held yours as you began to caress her smooth skin.

"We can't." She uttered, yet her hands remained on yours as you continued to touch her. She turned her head and pressed dozens of gentle kisses to your neck, eliciting a needy moan from your parted lips. As much as you liked to act dominant, it was moments like this that proved who was really in charge.

You grabbed a handful of her brown curls as she kissed you, gently tugging her hair in the way she liked.
"Not now, my love." She whispered, her breath tickling your skin.

"Why not?" You asked, a pleading tone in your voice.

"My cousins are in the next room. They'll hear." You could hear the sadness in her voice.

You let out a deep sigh before holding the woman you loved. "You know, in Dorne they don't care who you bed. Man or woman or other, one at a time or all at once."

"I know my love, but this isn't Dorne. We must be careful." She rubbed your arm soothingly as she spoke.

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Margaery and yourself sat opposite her cousins, Alla and Elinor, as you ate. Idle chatter occurred, mostly gossip from around the Reach.

"I have heard that Lady Jaeda Redwyne was found in bed with her handmaid Lilliyan." Alla said, with an air of disgust.
Scoffing, Elinor replied "How awful. I heard she was to be wed to Lord Brynden Wynche. I doubt he would want her now."
"I don't blame him. Its disgusting." Alla added.

You put your fork down, taking a deep breath. Trying to calm down, you took a sip of wine and blocked out the hateful words of the young women opposite you.

"-...y/n?" Lady Alla was speaking to you. Looking at her, she asked again.
"What do you think about it? About women being with women?"

You couldn't take it anymore. Slamming your cup down on the table and stammering "I feel unwell, please excuse me." You sped out of the room, back to your chambers.

Locking the door, you threw yourself into the bed and began to sob into your pillows. Why...why were things like this? When you were with Margaery, it didn't feel wrong or disgusting. It felt right.

You cried and cried until your throat was sore, and your eyes had no more tears. Fatigue washed over you as you slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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You skipped breakfast the next morning, claiming a headache from last night had taken your appetite. Nonetheless, a maid still brought you a tray of food. Milk of almonds with honey, boiled eggs, bread and a smoked fish.

You took the tray and gently shooed her out. Placing the tray on the table, you was about to crawl back into bed when you noticed something among the food. A rose, your favourite colour, with a letter delicately wrapped around the stem.

From Margaery, of course. Taking it from the tray, you climb back into bed and gently uncurl the letter. You take a deep smell of the f/c rose, taking in the sweet scent that always made you think of your love. You place the flower down, turning your attention back to the letter.
Breaking the pale blue wax seal, you open it and begin to read.

My darling y/n,

You are the sweetest flower of them all. I will never let them crush your delicate petals again. I will protect and cherish you until my dying breath.

All my love,
your ever adoring Margaery x


You smile to yourself and place the letter under your pillow before leaving to find the love of your life.


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