When Will's hands fell upon hers as she attempted to remove the jacket, Margaery blushed at the contact. His hands were a little rough, but she didn't feel threatened. His grip was strong, but tender enough. She smiled at his quip and gave a dismissive wave. "There are plenty of women for the other men here to ogle and woo. They have no need of pursuing me." And she would prefer it that way.

Not just because she preferred her privacy. But also because she was enjoying her present company and didn't want the encounter to be spoiled.

Margaery gave a soft sigh again as more people took their idea and walked out onto the balcony. Such a pity, the setting had been so intimate for them. But when Will made his suggestion, Margaery blushed a bit. She hadn't expected the invitation to dance; after talking with him, it seemed like the last thing he would be interested in was dancing. But she wasn't about to refuse.

"I'd love to," she replied with a smile. She glanced to his jacket again that rested over her shoulders. "If we're going inside, you should likely take this back then. I shall be quite overheated with it, I think." Plus, she wanted to be the envy of the room - part of her celebrity ego.

A fair lady with dark hair dancing with the dapper Dearheart? Surely such scenes existed only in novels.