Margaery waited while he settled in close to her beneath the covers. She cuddled in close to him, sighing softly at the feeling of his warm skin against hers.

"I do not ask questions without wanting to know the answer," she sat up a bit, pressing her body into his, her bare breasts against his chest. "We're to be married. There should not be such secrets between us."

Margaery's lips pursed as she trailed her fingers idly along his chest, tracing his muscles. "I've trusted you thus far, have I not? I've trusted you on your honor with what will happen when we are married. If I'm to be your wife, I want to know what that truly means."

There was no smile on her face but there was also no harshness in her tone. "How many women have you had? Do you often entertain them still? Will there come a time when I must step aside and allow another into your bed?"

Not that she would approve of any of this, but still.