Margaery chuckled in turn. "Admit it, you made me fall in love with you because your father commanded you to do so after Ramsay stole me from Highgarden." Margaery traced her fingers over his scars from the battle in the North.

"...I wonder, if he hadn't stolen me, what would you have done?" she tilted her head. "Would you have stolen me yourself? Seems the Northern way to do things. Or would you have come to court me in a socially acceptable manner?"