fine lady.

                                   ❛   i believe you must be quite used to the attention, ( && certainly not just from woman gender, ) if your words are true.   ❜   a grin formed upon the blonde’s full lips as she spoke, it was extremely unusual sight for her && she intends to enjoy it. could she be blamed for it ? hardly. margaery has seen many people in her life so far, but he reminded her none of them ————— the simple fact made her wonder, is he one of a kind ?

               ❛   beauty isn’t just a pretty face, true beauty is interplay of person’s personality, soul if you must, && a bit of the look too. but look isn’t everything, you can be beautiful && your soul can be rotting.   ❜   margaery sighed, her eyes leaving the man for a short moment,   ❛   i don’t dare to say i know you, but i believe there’s more of you than one look can offer.   ❜  

                  ❛   i  welcome  all  kinds  of  praises.      ——  but i must say i don’t always pay attention to faces.  ❜  not human ones,  at least, for it would be likened to a  man looking  at  FOOD.     the itch in his throat reminds him of his inevitable  lust  for  BLOOD  but  meals  are consumed  on  the  second glance.    on the third,  if one is  interesting enough.   fourth are rare exceptions and are not consumed.  once in a century or two the tracker comes across a human with exceptional strength or beauty or a potential gift   ——-  they are immediately sent to volterra and earn their place as guards.    (  perhaps the fine lady will be a third  ).      ❛ but what good is one’s soul if it could  not  redeem  you in the  END  ?  ❜    a smile settles on his lips.           ❛  i prefer not to be reduced as one with only good looks.   ❜