Margaery smiled and kissed over is thumb and palm. "And our line is secure in our children, there is no fear that she will return to reclaim what her mother could not," Margaery smirked.

She kissed him hard and pressed her body into his. They'd won. He'd kept his promise. He'd made her a queen, and allowed her to keep that crown. Her fingers dragged carefully over that gash in his chest, knowing he would be forever marked by the encounter.