Margaery Tyrell

[she nods graciously, keeping up appearances while nerves gnaw at her belly.

she looks back, fearing that her apprehension is writ plain on her face.

when she hears what he says, she shoots up off of the sofa and starts to pace back and forth like a caged animal]

--what? No. No. It can't be. He must be somewhere.

[she pulls out her phone and searches through the contacts, looking for Maglor's name. when she doesn't find it, she tries again as she paces]

And I. . . and I for him. But, [her voice turns pleading] surely there must be a mistake somewhere. He can't be gone. He can't.