Marguerite did not enjoy a previous article I wrote about her and Veronica. To make up for it I thought I would focus exclusively
on Marguerite to show my appreciation for her striking looks, intelligence and of course her exquisite taste in fashion.
I have discovered it is quite
difficult to write about both of them in the same article; it is so easy to get lost in their beauty. Sensory overload, if
you will.
Marguerite is a voluptuous and
sensuous lady whose stunning beauty is perfectly matched with an incredible sharp wit and cunning. Her most striking feature
are her wonderful eyes that sparkle like the sun bouncing off the waves of the ocean on a clear day. The color of her eyes
changes like the ocean, sometimes they are grey, sometimes they are green.
If you manage not to drown
in her eyes then the womanly shapeliness of this cultured feline will do you in. Marguerite's curves are always accentuated
by her outfits: sometimes it’s a blouse and skirt and at other times it’s a blouse with jodhpurs. She looks
sporting in either outfit; I prefer the jodhpurs. The blouse is always tucked in snugly so that the curves of her body are
clearly visible, yet it still maintains a slightly ruffled look in an elegant manner. The cleavage of her blouse is usually
very deeply cut, thereby revealing the sexual side of Marguerite. (Editor's note: Please also refer to the special
article about Cleavage to get more insight into this important topic)
Breathing …
Marguerite looks like she has
to pour herself into her jodhpurs. Maybe she’s always had boy toys or servants to help her into these tight pants. I
for one appreciate this attention to detail. The jodhpurs wrap around her waist, tush and thighs like a race car hugs corners
on a mountainous race track.
Breathing harder …
At this point you would have to
be Superman – or Lord Roxton – to still be standing on your feet and not completely overwhelmed by this striking
beauty.
However, Marguerite’s most
impressive feature is her intelligence and wit. Having spent a lifetime not only surviving on her own, but succeeding, she
has honed and perfected the art of politics and negotiation that always puts her enemies at a disadvantage. Her skillful maneuvering
in tricky situations without rarely ever resorting to physical violence is unmatched, bar none.*
Fortunately, all of this is a
façade. Underneath the cultured Marguerite is a vulnerable woman desperately wanting to be able to love and trust someone.
One person, Lord Roxton, understands this. Marguerite has learned that she can trust her friends in the Treehouse and can
finally let her hair down. She doesn’t have to keep up the wall between her and the rest of world. Who can blame her?
She has spent her entire life fighting to survive. Over the past three years Marguerite has been allowed to go from an ice-cold
baroness to a caring and invaluable member of the group. Her intense emotions and newly expressed – not newly developed
– loyalty to the group has rarely wavered. At this point Marguerite appears to have landed on solid ground with the
group, especially Roxton, but what will be the price of a lifetime of secrets? One can only hope that Marguerite’s deadly
secrets will remain only distant shadows of the past and that she and Roxton continue on their path towards a loving relationship
fairy tales are made of. Only time will tell …
* By the way, she is good with
a gun, trust me.
