It was later that evening before Margaery saw Robb again. Worn out from playing in the sand, Cassana had been put to bed after having her supper. Margaery wouldn't have the same luxury of privacy as her daughter had. Renly had called on her (rather unexpectedly), sour faced and adamant that she should attend the feast. He had even requested she dress lavishly and in "Tyrell fashions". Which she knew to mean "revealing."

He was in a foul temper and Robb was somehow the cause of it, indirectly. Renly wanted to bait Robb, to try and draw him into acting foolishly. Much like war, Renly didn't understand the complexities of his rival. Whoring out his wife in such a way wasn't going to be enough to draw Robb into acting foolishly.

She complied to Renly's request, if only to maintain some peace between them. To offset it, however, she wore the necklace that she and Cassana had made. Once she was seated at the feast table, she glanced to Robb at her side (placed there in a further effort to goad them into something). She could remain polite and formal. She knew how to make veiled comments without being detected.

"I take it his grace did not enjoy the hunt?"