Margaery blushed as he held her chin in place and drew so close to her. She could feel the heat of his breath. Her dark eyes focused on his. His words stirred something inside her, and her eyes lit. Something in his words made her believe him without question. He would make her queen, and they would rule over the Seven Kingdoms together.

When he asked her to promise him in turn, Margaery nodded slowly and smiled. "I promise. I will be more careful. I will not move too quickly or jeopardize anything, I promise."

She felt mischief blaze inside her again. Margaery leaned forward just a bit more. "Shall we seal it proper, with a kiss?" She chuckled teasingly.