The girl who shared the high seat with him was also of Highgarden: his young queen, Margaery, daughter to Lord Mace Tyrell. The girl, no older than Robb, very pretty, with a doe’s soft eyes and a mane of curling brown hair that fell about her shoulders in lazy ringlets. Her smile was shy and sweet.
“While I admire your fire m'lady…I’d ask that you’d step aside and allow me to see my brother.” Katsunaga is towering over the very loud and VERY pissed Nerida who is standing protectively outside of Hideo’s door, “—I’m not afraid of you. I won’t let you see him.” It’s very bold of her to say, the future king shifting in his spot, draped in his furs, “Hm. I can see why you were married to the prince. Both of you are stubborn…Either move…Or I WILL remove you myself. Queen or not.”
it’s ridiculous that in order to keep up with everyone else in my classes I have to work 110% harder than them, I have to fight to stay awake, I have to deal with the pain, the brain fog, then I have to come home and study just to remember the stuff that they managed to remember by skimming, yet I have 10% (a bit optimistic but oh well) of the energy that they do.
You would look awesome marching _____ (Instrument / Guard equipment) because you have _____ (Reasons why). I think you would look best with _____ (Corps) because you are _____ (Reasons why).
I think that if we marched the same corps we’d be good _____ (Relationship type), because _____ (Reasons why). If not, I would love to meet you at _____ (Specific show) and we could _____ (Activity description).