Margery was glad that she had found Winterfell. After arriving in a place she didn't know,she had found a sense of peace being in a place that seemed familiar.It was colder, yes, but the young woman preferred it that way. As she walked, the deep purple dress and cloak flowed with her as she looked for signs of Merlin. Her long honey hair was lifted lightly in the breeze.
As she walked, she soon spotted young man who was far too handsome to put it into words. She stopped walking and waited for him to approach her. when he did, she dropped down in a graceful bow, one that showed her royal blood. "Lord Merlin, it is my pleasure to meet you." she said softly, knowing that even though she was quiet in speaking,that he could hear her.