He had remained in his chair for the entire hour it had taken Margaery to go through her actions. He had been lost in thought the entire time, barely acknowledging the letters placed on the table beside him or the removing of his cloak that had been haphazardly thrown in an adjacent chair.

The leather and linen fabric of his clothes were becoming warm from the nearby fire when he hears a soft feminine voice call out his name breaking his reverie.

It is then he notices the door open and a face peeking through. "Margaery?"