Margaery smirked and kissed along his granite jaw, nipping playfully along his neck. "Even if the one you serve is the woman you love?" She chuckled. "You're ready to bow to me as Queen, are you not? How is servitude to a Queen different from servitude to your beloved wife?"

She tugged playfully at the belt, tightening it ever so slightly against his neck. "There was a time that I surrendered myself completely to your whims for an hour at least - you recall our wedding night, don't you darling?"