Margaery tilted a brow at that comment. "Really? Speaking from experience, are we my Lord? I suppose I am not the first lady to appear in your bed."

She found herself feeling jealous, but she'd been married before too, so she had little room to argue.

She was warmer, but she was still shivering. Moanna cuddled closer against Margaery's ribs and curled up beside her. Margaery leaned in closer, enjoying the warmth as it was for now.