Margaery listened carefully and rested her head briefly against his shoulder. She listened to his words, to the heartbeat beneath his chest. "And...were these women that meant something to you? Or simply a means to an end?"

She was glad that Hannibal was so unlike his brother; that Ramsay was cruel and Hannibal was by far a better leader and lord. When he looked to her eyes and asked her that question, she blushed and looked down before looking up again.

"You're of course aware that Renly preferred the company of men. As such, our marriage was never consummated. Not once." She began. "Joffrey died on our wedding day, but if I'm honest, that did not sadden me."

Joffrey sickened her. He was cruel and horrible. He would have killed and tortured her if given the chance.

"Yes, my Lord. I am a true maid," she leaned up and whispered against his lips. "But that doesn't mean I know nothing of pleasing a man in bed."