— M A R G O T —
In all her numbered days spent in the safe borders of Denocte, Margot had hardly once set foot inside the buildings of the capitol. In fact, she had damn-near sworn to never set foot under a roof ever again at this rate - a week she had been away from 'home' and already the wilderness and natures wonder had provided her more life, wonder and truth than any day spent in the confines of her pretty little cell. Her wedding day and all of its tragedies has been barricaded from her mind by the sheer healing power the wind and sea had granted her and the remedies that pulling flyways from her braids gave her had left Margot free as a bird. Though she was naked she felt no shame like she would have back home, and with naught to decorate her skin but a jumble of coins, hairbands and lily flowers she had picked by the lakeshore, happy was a vast understatement.
The night king's beckoning came to her ears like music; in fact, she had been waiting to hear from the man who had plucked her from loneliness and dissaray upon the mountainside. At the time she had no real clue that he was, in fact, THE king. Reichenbach had no pompous airs of victory and nor did he command his flock to bow or salute him even. The bay man of coins (strangely similar to hers) was gentle and kind... and so handsome! Just like how Margot had read all kings and princes to be in the story books. Did he have a Queen who waited on him? A prince, a princess? margot began to wonder and ponder these things about the king as she clopped her way along the stone of the capitol, her eyes in a dreamy daze until she came upon a gathering.
Besides the handsome king himself she quickly noticed a vibrant man of colours and markings she had never imagined she'd ever see upon an equine before. And his horn! It glimmered with what looked like emeralds. Was it a crown? A fake horn? He couldn't possibly have grown that! "H-hello!" The maiden breathed toward the strangely coloured brute, her eyes glinting with curiosity as she cast them over every inch of him. "My, did a mane-dresser do that?!"
she had heard of mane-dressers dying coats before in the capitol of her homeland but never had she seen it in person. Little did she know.
But then there was the other woman in attendance, one blessed with the most beautiful wings and a body of lilac and gooseberries. The bride gulped, turning her nose toward Reichenbach for reassurance and then back to the winges woman of pearly hair and wild eyes. Maybe they actually looked like this...
Directly speaks to @hugan !
