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Video 7 - Sewing Shop

[the video opens on Margaery in the Sewing Shop, dressed of course to impress and show off her work. what is unusual is that she's holding a sword in her lap and that the Shop looks like it's been scrubbed from ceiling to floor and everything in between.

what may also be unusal to those who can notice such things, there have been magical wards placed around the Shop to deter violence and keep certain types of beings out.

Margaery smiles welcomingly at the camera, although those who know her well enough can tell that it's a little forced]

Hello, everyone! The Sewing Shop is open again to attend to your needs. Can you not find what you're looking for in the shops? Or are you just plain sick of wearing the same things day in, day out? Come in and request whatever you need. The only payment I require is a bolt of fabric from Tranquility.

I also give sewing lessons to those who wish to learn.

[to Washington and Kelson]

I have what you requested ready for you to pick up at any time. I hope to see you soon.

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...if left no other choice? Yes. I will not let myself be killed again. But I will do my best to ensure that killing is a last resort, not the first.

You would? You would have my gratitude.

[in the wake of her murder, she's very much interested in any and all means of self-defense]

[Kelson nodded, that was a good answer at least.]

I'd rather have you not needing to carry a weapon, but lacking a constant body guard I suppose this is one option. I should warn you, I've never actually taught anyone before.

[Margaery is not eager to use a weapon against a living being ~~unless they're Cersei or Caedra~~ but she will if she has to. and even then, she'd likely try to talk them down first]

I'd rather I not need to carry a weapon, but we don't always get what we ask for. In truth, we rarely do. And I have every confidence in your ability to train me properly.

I will do my very best Your Highness. And no, we very rarely get what we want.

[If Kelson had gotten what he wanted, his father would still be alive, Rothana would marry him, Sidana would still be alive, things would be very different. But some thing Kelson did not yet realize was that some times you were dealt the hand that was necessary.]

Your Highness....Margaery. I'd be lying if I didn't say you carrying a weapon concerned me. In Gwynedd, we're prepared from children for the responsibility and consequences that carrying a weapon brings. I don't know your world, but I trust you being noble born cannot have had the same instructions as your male counterparts would have. You killed a Null. Have you killed anything that bleeds, my lady?

[if Margaery had gotten what she wanted, Cersei would've been shipped off to Casterly Rock as soon as Margaery married Tommen. the High Sparrow would never have come to power. and she wouldn't have died]

No, I had no sword training back home. It's virtually unheard of for a noblewoman to be trained as a warrior and I never questioned why. Perhaps I should have, but it's too late for that now.

I have killed many Null and survived the two week invasion in which many died. Not me. I survived every encounter and killed every Null I came upon.

I have never killed anything that bleeds, though. Not even a monster.

I suspect there are a great many things about our homes that are similar. Noblewomen, or women in general, are not trained as warriors. They have a different role, and it is not to late for you to take that role back. Put the sword down. Let someone who has been trained and has shed blood protect you instead.

[She should never have had to kill, as far as Kelson was concerned and it bothered him greatly that she had, and that she was training with weapons.]

I was always told that if you carry a weapon, you have to be prepared to use it. That means killing. Wounding or incapacitating someone is noble, but misguided.

As do I. I knew Brienne of Tarth. She was trained as a warrior and served my first husband.

What if I choose not to take that role back? What if it no longer suits me? I made the decision to learn how to protect myself of my own free will.

[she would have been dead dozens of times over in the Null invasion if she hadn't learned how to wield a sword]

What must I do to convince you of my readiness? Kill a monster?

Killing a monster isn't what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid of you killing someone here. Like Caedra. Are you prepared for that? Even if it doesn't last here, killing is not something to take lightly. And it feels very different when a blade sinks into flesh than it does a dummy or is blocked by another weapon.

I can't tell you what to do. I'm not your king or your husband and you are your own person. But what is wrong with the role that you were groomed for? That to me seems to be the difference between you and Brienne of Tarth. She was trained for it.

[she hates to admit it, but...] It's likely I cannot kill Caedra. And I know that killing is nothing to take lightly. I'm in no particular hurry to kill anyone, just to have the means and ability to take care of myself, should I need to.

What was wrong with it is that when it mattered most, none would listen to me. I knew we were in danger and we needed to escape the Sept, but I had no means of enforcing my will despite my status as Queen. And Brienne of Tarth may have had an earlier start, but my will to learn is strong.

Mistakes happen, my lady.

[Although her remark that she most likely cannot kill Caedra is interesting to him.]

Is enforcing your will at the end of sword really the way you want to do things? I admit, sometimes it is necessary, but not always.

They do. But I don't plan to go about town with my weapon unsheathed. I am not looking for a fight.

[Caedra is a demon while Margaery is still a mortal. the Elves were able to kill her, but they've been killing such beings for centuries]

No, it's not the only way I want to do things, but it must be an option available to me. None would bat an eyelash were I born a man, but because I'm a woman my decision for myself is questioned.

[Well yes. Kelson was in fact questioning because she was a woman. There was really no disputing that fact, especially with that dress she was wearing. Kelson probably should be thrilled she wasn't wearing pants and leave it at that.]

No, no one would if you were a man, but you're not, my lady.

[Kelson took a breath, realizing he was not going to win this argument. At least right now.]

Please be careful. I would be honored to be by your side as protection, should you need it.

[He knew that probably wouldn't make her drop the sword, but he had to try. She should not be the one carrying such a weapon.]

[the only time Margaery wears pants is when she's training for physical combat. which she is not mentioning]

Here, things are different. Here, women can do as we please. And it pleases me to learn to defend myself.

[no, the more someone tells her no, the more she'll dig her heels in]

And I would be honored to accept your protection, should I need it.

[and she would be. she's still not putting down that sword, though]

Would you like to come over? Your clothing is ready.

[That is very smart. Kelson had a hard enough time seeing Annabeth wear pants, much less Margaery. Let him keep his image of her trying to sword train in a dress. He took another breath, because this was definitely an argument he was not going to win and he wished he could ask some of the men he was closed to back home how things worked when they got into fights with their wives? The Duchess of Corwyn for example was not one to back down. She might have been good friends with Margaery.]

Very well. I'll be there shortly. And thank you.

[Kelson's going to take that as a small victory, even if it wasn't really one. Women. He didn't understand. Granted, he wasn't that accustomed to talking with women he didn't view as family, choosing instead to wave awkwardly and run away. Help him Margaery.]

[she does do her sword training in a dress. she prefers dresses and wears them almost all the time, so it only makes sense to do her sword training in a dress. that way, she knows how to move without the dress hindering her. and Margaery wouldn't consider this a fight. more like a mild disagreement between friends]

I'll look forward to it. And it was my pleasure.

[she'll be entirely willing to help him. she likes him and considers him intelligent, despite his odd resistance to her sword training]

[Yes well Kelson's experience with arguments with women are also rather limited. Like to his mother on whether she wants to execute his champion or pray for his damned soul. Probably in comparison this would be a mild disagreement. It pained him to realize his mother would have agreed with him on this though.

Kelson ends the video and makes his way to her shop, hoping she has at least put the sword down, and idly wondered how she wore it with her dress. He knocked and poked his head in the door.]

Margaery? May I come in?

[Kelson really does have little experience with women who aren't his mother, doesn't he? she imagines that she must seem terribly odd and stubborn, clinging to her martial training as she is. the Margaery of the past would be aghast at the thought of such training, but the Margaery of the present considers it a necessity. and an enjoyable one at that.

she's tied the sword to a belt around her waist]

Yes, of course you may! Please, sit. [she points to a chair in the corner of the room, near a dressing partition]

[Kelson did indeed. Of the few women besides his mother he had regular contact with, one was married to his Champion--a lovely, intelligent woman who spoke her mind, but new when to acquiesce, at least so he figured, the other was the woman he wanted to marry, who had thought him dead and married another, and turned to the church in shame. She would not back down so easily, but she would never romp around with a sword either. In truth, their marriage would have been a poor one, they were both too passionate. He really did have limited contact with women.

He noted the belt keeping the sword in place and inwardly sighed. So much for hope. He went over to the chair she indicated, and sat, wondering when things were going to go downhill.]

Thank you.

[He couldn't help himself.]

Are you really going to walk around with that?

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[Margaery was trained to speak her mind. to do it as sweetly as possible, but to make it clear what she wanted. even if it was in a roundabout way to make it seem as though the man had had the idea himself in the first place. she's a bit more direct here, but she still tries to seem as pleasing as she'd been in King's Landing.

Margaery goes over to fetch the clothing she's made for him. there are two crimson tunics and two pairs of trousers, one brown and the other black. she brings them back over to him and holds them out]

You're welcome. And here are the clothes you requested.

[best to try and make light of the situation]

Would you rather I run?

[Kelson was likewise trained to speak carefully, choose his words wisely, at least when the situation necessitated it. But here, he was still trying to figure out what situations demanded what. He looks over the clothing, Margaery had done a very good job, nothing less than he'd expect from her. He takes them from her.]

Very nice. Thank you. They look exquisitely made.

[He makes a face at her remark, knowing she's trying to lighten the mood, and appreciating it, even if he didn't appreciate the situation.]

Most definitely not.

[Kelson tried to work it out in his head. He wouldn't have a problem with Margaery using magic to defend herself, at all. But using a sword was different. It wasn't that it was any more or less dangerous. Was it the inherent nature of swordplay? He had, after all, never known any women who used one. Or were even permitted.]

You're bound to come up against opponents stronger than you.

[He was referring to men, but probably whatever monsters lurked around as well.]

[determining that was difficult for Margaery, too. she's still finding her way, determining who she can be vulnerable in front of versus who only gets to see the pleasant, pleasing mask]

Only the best for a king.

[she arches an eyebrow playfully at him]

Then I shall continue walking.

[Westeros has no magic, at least none that Margaery is aware of. but to Margaery, a sword is a necessity to keep herself safe here. its presence gives her comfort and its practice makes her feel brave and strong, not small and fearful. that's especially important in the aftermath of her murder. she feels that if she had her sword with her that day, perhaps it would've ended differently]

Most people don't actively challenge others to swordfights in the middle of the street.

[the monsters are no longer a concern now that Hope has driven them out of the city]

[Kelson smiled, a lightness in his eyes at that, despite the disagreement. It wasn't quite flattery, but that ease and love that existed between him and some of his council members. It made him a little homesick. There he didn't need to worry about what facade to show, he knew who he was, and when he was king and when he could just be Kelson.]

Most people don't. But exists here individuals from different cultures and different kingdoms. Who can tell what is normal and acceptable for them?

[Monsters, well, Kelson believed in being prepared, after everything he's been through. Don't count something out because it's unlikely. Especially when Margaery was so potentially vulnerable.]

[Margaery had the love of the nobles and the smallfolk, but she always felt like she had to be looking over one shoulder. Cersei was always there, making her plans to undermine Margaery's authority at any opportunity. she only really showed her true self to her husband on one occasion, when her brother was arrested for "perversion"]

Thus far, I've been fortunate. No one has challenged me to a duel. Even if they do, I'd decline politely and be on my way.

[she believes in being prepared, too, which is why she's getting additional training. or was that not what he had in mind?]

You're asking for trouble, you know. Carrying around a sword.

[He had to keep trying. It just wasn't seemly for a lady to be using such a weapon. If only Richenda were here, perhaps she could help Margaery understand. Then again, perhaps he had foisted enough queens off on the duchess. If only he could make her understand himself, but, he didn't seem to be getting very far. Kelson absently fingered the tunic and breeches she had made for him.]

Would you like me to change and try these on?

The mere act of being here is asking for trouble. Can you blame me for preparing myself for it in advance?

[it wasn't seemly in Westeros, either, but she no longer cares about that as much as she used to. she knows that the only one she can count on to come to her rescue is herself and she's behaving accordingly. besides, everyone else here either has special powers or walks around armed to the teeth, why should she be any different?]

Yes, there's a screen over there [she points to it] for privacy.

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