Loerys was content in her father's arms. Of course young Aenar was squirming and reaching for the water and the fish within it. Margaery held him closer to the water and let him touch it, laughing when he reacted to the cold temperature.

"Here? No," she replied softly. "You know my fondness of the gardens. I much enjoy the solitude and peace of the flower hedges and of course the canopy by the bay. Grandmother and I take tea there often enough."