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[versigny]

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[sulk]

( a bitter truth settles in his chest. she's right. in his rebellion, he is still dancing to his father's tune. if margaery leaves, uther would simply produce another noble daughter, and another, until one sticks. she isn't the first, just the first who hasn't flinched at his coldness, the first whose clever eyes holds a spark that, despite himself, he finds intriguing. and his pride, that ever-present chain, keeps him from admitting it.

the frustration turns his thoughts outward, toward the woman who refuses to be a pawn in uther's game, yet stands here playing her part with infuriating grace. )

You speak of my chains. ( he says, his voice losing some of its practiced ice, replaced by a raw curiosity. ) But what of yours? Do you truly wish to marry a stranger who treats you with disdain? Why agree to this? Do you believe so fervently in uniting two kingdoms for power and riches?

( it is the first time he has bothered to ask, the first time he has looked past his own predicament to consider the person standing in it with him. )

[versigny]

[ finally, some opportunity for conversation—perhaps a touch too personal for Margaery's liking, but after Arthur's unintended honesty, she's more inclined to be vulnerable as well. ]

Marriage is in my future, whether I desire it or not. I've known this for a very long time, which is why I've fully prepared myself for a union that will earn me no personal happiness. The most I can dream of is having children who'll love me as I love them, and for the betterment of any land or kingdom my future husband will rule.

[ here, her expression becomes a lot more raw than what she usually presents in court, finally revealing some of the dissatisfaction of a woman who may have it all on the surface, but is simply wearing her chains well. ]

I won't lie to you. I want to be queen. But not for solely self-serving purposes. There would be nothing of merit to me if I could not inspire love and loyalty and rightful action in our people. [ more quietly, ] Even if I cannot inspire it in you.

[ vulnerability is a hefty thing to carry, even to share, which is why Margaery is soon sealing it back up, replacing her own obvious frustration with another smooth smile. ]

But if you truly do not wish to marry me, and fully intend to battle with your father for as long as he'll allow, then I will request to leave. The last thing I desire is to earn your ire for a lifetime, Your Majesty. However, [ she steps in closer, gaze searching, ] if you think you could find it in your heart to see me not as your enemy, but a potential partner in hardships you will have to endure, then I'll stay. Is that agreeable?