To a degree Margaery was put at ease. But still, something bothered her. She bit her lower lip and looked up to him. "And if your father called upon you again, after we were wed, would you have to answer and do such things again?"

She may not have had to fear his infidelity, but the idea of him being forced to do something as a familial obligation unnerved her. She didn't want him to do it.

Margaery found it too easy to cuddle in close as he held her. She lay partially atop him, her chest over his, her legs parted with one thigh between his legs. Her hair fell down her back and over one shoulder as a cascade of brunette curls. "You'll have to be patient, I plan on remaining a maid until my wedding night."

Still, it was natural, leaning into him, letting her lips press over his and her fingers run over his chest, feeling the muscle and strength beneath his skin.