Date/Time: 2015-01-27 07:11 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] ungentle
ungentle: (bright branches of lovely moments)
Daenerys flinched ever-so-slightly at that word, murmuring, "I'm not, really." Perfection was for stories, not for lost daughters of deposed royals with too-blonde hair and too-wide eyes and eerie countenances.

But it was meant as a compliment, and she understood that, so after a moment she nuzzled at Margaery's throat and added, "Thank you, though."
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