Margaery smiled and leaned up, pressing her body against his. "I would have you worship me on the Iron Throne. I would have you bow to me and bathe me on kisses from my toes to my neck and to my lips. Then take me upon the throne and christen it properly with your lady."
She leaned in and nipped his ear as she whispered. "But I would also bathe in the blood of our enemies with you. Ooh, so hard to choose..."
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She leaned in and nipped his ear as she whispered. "But I would also bathe in the blood of our enemies with you. Ooh, so hard to choose..."