Margaery let the gown fall to the floor. As he posed the question, Margaery crossed her hands over her chest. She was bare, but she didn't want to hide herself from him.

"...forgive me...im not ready, but I'm not...I'm not ready. But at the same time, I don't want to sleep in our bed knowing he's been inside me..." She looked over her shoulder to him with sadness and struggle in her eyes. "I don't know what to do..." She whimpered.