Margaery touched her cup to his in turn and brought it to her lips to drink the ale. When he adjusted his chair, Margaery turned as well to face him. She nodded in understanding before taking another sip.

"Well, that's a great deal better than I am able to do," she admitted. "I can dress and undress myself as necessary. And I can sew well enough and other womanly things. But nothing like this."

Margaery had been raised and groomed to be queen, but not anything she deemed truly useful, like swordplay and hunting. She could be arm candy for a hunt, but not participate. She envied her brothers, that they had been taught such things.