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Margaery Tyrell X Fem!Reader - (Honeyed Words)

After years studying under the Masters of Music at Yi Ti, you travelled across the known world sharing your songs and stories. After several boring months in Pentos, you seized the opportunity to get on a ship sailing to Westeros.

Many rumours were whispered among the nobility about your talents for weaving words to make women faint and singing tunes to make men weep. An influx of requests came, and you accepted the most generous offer.
10 Golden Dragons every half moon was a very generous offer for a bard, and you gladly accepted.

Highgarden was beautiful. The green hues and large plants reminded you of home. A servant showed you to your chambers, a large room with pale blue hangings and linens, golden painted furnishings and a large marble fireplace. It was breath-taking.

"Lord Tyrell wishes you to sing for 'im and 'is family after dinner this evening. I'll fetch you when it's time. Oh and I'm Maralynne by the way." She smiles before leaving.

Excitement dances in your belly as you dress for the evening. You wear a shirt of dark green silk and breeches of black leather. Your jade rings and earrings glitter in the firelight against the matching silk of your shirt.
You plan your songs for the evening, feeling inspired by the vibrant, flowery locale.

A knock on the door stirs you from your thoughts. "Milady, Lord Mace wishes you to perform now."

After grabbing your lute and drum, you follow Maralynne to the large parlour in which various Tyrell's were seated, facing a low stool in front of the fire. You stand and bow, introducing yourself before you sit and begin to sing.

Love in their little veins inspires
their cheerful notes, their soft desires.
While heat makes buds and blossoms spring,
those pretty couples love and sing.
But winter puts out their desire,
and half the year they want love's fire.

Finishing your song, the people clap and smile, one woman actually standing and applauding you vigorously. After several more songs, you were dismissed for the evening.

Beginning your walk back to your room, you gasp as a cold hand touches your shoulder.
"You are just wonderful!" The pretty woman says cheerfully, grinning at you. "I am Lady Margaery."

"A pleasure to meet you, My Lady" You smile back, inclining your head in respect.

"You are from Yi Ti, are you not?" She asks. You nod. "I would bet that you have many fascinating stories. Perhaps you can tell me some over lunch tomorrow? Maralynn will bring you to me at noon." She winks before slinking away.