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[Margaery's composed on the locket, a soft smile on her lips, hair loose and flowing down her shoulders. If nothing else, the fashions of the Seelie Court suit her. There are fine tapestries on the wall behind her. Yeah, she got a nice room, too.]

I've been remiss in introducing myself these many weeks, I hope you'll forgive me for that. My name is Margaery Tyrell of House Tyrell. Some of you may already know my brother, Loras, whose company I am grateful for every day.

[And, more recently, for his sword.]

Some of you who've so recently arrived may be missing loved ones of your own, but take heart. They may yet find you. I only pray that the courts won't keep you separated.

[She glances off to the side. Woe her darling husband-to-be. She looks back again.]

I am no warrior myself, but I've been trying to find my purpose here as a healer, as well as helping with morale. If it pleases you, I would be happy to take a walk with you in the bailey and discuss our lands while enjoying the beauty of this one. Or I could teach you a song. Even such a simple thing has become quite useful of late. If you're troubled by any mischievous fairies, I believe I can help.

[And maybe make herself as rich as a Lannister in the process.]