"I know you didn't. You have lived for so long in army camps that it would hardly surprise me if you wouldn't accept something suited for servants." She answered, smiling in amusement. Gently, she lay her hand on Grey Wind's fur, nervous around such a large and wild creature, but he'd only been gentle and calm around her. It was hard to remember sometimes that he was a wolf, rather than a domesticated pet, though given his response to some other men in her husband's service, she wouldn't be surprised to see him bite. "While you are in this city, you deserve something more befitting for you station and I have no desire for any to think we are attempting to insult your standing as King."

Though Renly was doing a rather good job at it.

Margaery looked down at her hands nervously, wondering if he remembered her comments long ago about her marriage to Renly. "Her name is Cassana, after Renly's mother." The easiest compromise that could be reached between them, in regards to the child. "You flatter me, but I think her strongest resemblance is to her aunt."

Neither Renly nor Margaery had sisters, something that she hoped Robb would remember.

"Children are a remarkable comfort. She's been my constant companion through out the war, even here in the city. But forgive me, I should have also offered my congratulations in return for your wedding. I have heard that the Lady Roslin is very beautiful."