Margaery swallowed the emotions that were welling in her. Her eyes scanned the gardens carefully, trailing over the hedges towards where her ladies and guards watched. Any spies that might be about would be blocked from seeing, unless they somehow managed to scale the roof of the palace.

Cassana finally found her smile, beaming up at him as he placed the rose crown on her head. She looked back towards her mother, silently imploring her to ask a question that had been raised several times since his arrival. "She wants to know if you really have a direwolf." She was part wolf herself. Whatever her fears, whatever stories had been shared around her, she was fascinated with the foreboding creatures. "Her septa told her your ride one into battle."

Margaery chuckled, watching her lover with a gentle expression. It seemed so long since they last spoke. Her heart ached to see him again, wishing nothing more than for this moment to live on. She wanted to reach out for him, to caress his curls and soothe his anger. She held herself back, allowing him the chance to see his daughter and know her for himself.