Margaery gave a soft chuckle. She readily agreed. Margaery had heard rumors that a son had been born before Hannibal and after Ramsay; that the bastard had poisoned the babe and left himself the sole male heirs, even if he wasn't legitimate. Now having met the mongrel, Margaery could see that happening, easily.

She held her question for later.

"I am not pressed to go right now, I can wait," Margaery nodded slowly. "Whatever is most convenient."

Margaery ran her fingers along the bed and suddenly realized the gravity of her situation. She was set to marry a Bolton, here she was in a Bolton house. At any time, she likely could expect to be taken hard by one of them. That scared her; even with Renly Margaery had never known a man's touch before. She knew how to please a man from observing Loras and Renly when they thought she wasn't looking, and from what her grandmother had instructed her to do.

Margaery could play the indulged sex kitten well; but deep down she was the doe, gentle and soft.