Was she dreaming? Was this happening? Margaery felt her whole body tensing. A tingling sensation started at the tips of her fingers and small of her back. It spread through her body, up her spine and down her limbs. Margaery worried, was age so obvious? Had she dropped her usual veil that kept her emotions hidden? If so, why?

The feeling of his fingers moving over her cheek and the sensitive skin of her neck made Margaery tremble just a little. His touch, though his fingers were slightly calloused from work and the bitter wind that blew in the north, he was surprisingly tender. The gentle brush of his touch conveyed a certain reverence and desire. He seemed a different man from when they had met this morning.

Ah! They had only just met this morning, hadn't they? How could he be so brazen? How could he already be so forward? How could she already want to melt and moan to feel that touch again? The way his thumb pursed and pulled her lip, Margaery just wanted to wrap her lips around his finger, why indeed was that her first instinct? But she resisted all the same.

"You flatter me," she could only whisper. She shouldn't be here, they shouldn't be doing this. She was due to marry Joffrey. She was supposed to be queen. But right now, no one could be further from her mind than Joffrey Baratheon. "This rose wouldn't hurt you...but I doubt you would be satisfied with just a taste alone."

Margaery felt her heart in her chest. Heavy-lidded eyes glanced from Will's lips, to his eyes, and back again. Yes, Joffrey was long forgotten.