Margaery paused when she opened the door and saw Hannibal's muscular frame. Jeffrey, being a boy, had never been terribly muscular; even Renly had been more slender of frame than anything. She could obviously see the muscles beneath his skin and the healthy glow he exuded. Her mouth watered a bit.

Had he planned this? Was he trying to seduce her prior to the wedding to force her into it? Two could play that game; she wasn't about to be swayed so easily.

"Pardon, my lord. I did not mean to interrupt," Margaery looked away and even blushed a light pink. Her dark eyes flashed up though, as though she were peeking at some forbidden act or treasure. Why not let him think the plan was working, if it had indeed been planned?