"I wαɴт тo вe тнe Qυeeɴ." Canon!Margaery aesthetic.

{@OfPraestigia} Margaery's grip on Petyr's arm had tightened as they neared their room, her mind leaving her brother and going to the —

{@OfPraestigia} — man who she was about to finally be able to make love to after what felt like years apart. Nothing, though, could have —

{@OfPraestigia} — prepared her for the flood of emotions she would feel when Petyr kissed her, his eyes filled with passion. The last few —

{@OfPraestigia} — months had been torture - she'd been imprisoned, left for days without food or water, and told to confess crimes she had —

{@OfPraestigia} — and hadn't committed. She had longed for her lover, to be in his arms again, to feel his warmth and to hear his words of —

{@OfPraestigia} — comfort. She had longed to be away from Cersei Lannister and all of the horrible people of King's Landing. And now, here —

{@OfPraestigia} — she was. With a soft moan, Margaery's lips part for Petyr's tongue, her fingers sliding into his hair as her body molds —

{@OfPraestigia} — to his, the dampness in between her legs already growing wetter with each passing moment. It had been far too long since —

{@OfPraestigia} — she'd been able to lie with him, and now that she finally has the chance, she's more than impatient. She's wanton, she's —

{@OfPraestigia} — desperate. When she finally speaks, her lips are still against his, her words muffled by his hungry kisses. "I need —

{@OfPraestigia} — you. Take me, Petyr. Please."

Blows the dust off of this account.

@RPmoaning || ... Do we really need to tell you about the mute/unfollow/block buttons, OP?

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Daario 1 or Daario 2? RT for science reasons pls.

Natalie Dormer as Margaery Tyrell in Game of Thrones (c) gotladies