Margaery kissed him back and moaned aloud against his lips. When he shifted them, she chuckled and leaned down to kiss him deep. "More than prepared, my dear. But it seems we've soiled the linens. Should we not have them changed?"

Her blood dripped from her core, and from this new position she could see her blood beginning to drip along his belly. Beside them, where they had been a mere moment before, the sheets were soaked with her blood. She didn't want him to be disgusted from her blood and any mess they created.