Margaery smiled weakly and nodded in agreement. They would have Moanna and Vhagar with them, and of course their own wolves when they become of age.

She listened carefully when he described the man he'd eaten for pleasure, and why. Margaery had her full attention on him, completely ignoring the pained whimpers of Littlefinger. She brought a hand up and touched over his face. This man, her Bolton husband, was such a man of honor. Truly he valued the women in his life, to protect them so fiercely.

"I love you - to think there was a time I didn't think I would be happy marrying you," she mused, leaning up and kissing him, deep and passionate.