[ it was something to be swept into his arms. after imagining what it might be like for so long, margaery couldn't help the soft gasp or the flutter of her heart when she found herself weak in his arms, the soft heat of his kiss still lingering on her knuckle. how long had it been since she felt like this, easily melting in someone's embrace despite all her attempts to guard her heart? ]

I want you. [ she spoke with certainty, her hands cupping his face tenderly. whatever doubts she had about his intentions beforehand, she couldn't remember what they were now, when he looked as enamored as she was. and his words, certainly, made her heart seem heavy and light all at once with how much she felt in this moment. ] Whatever else comes after, I'm sure we can handle it.

[ I trust you, but in many more words. which was just as well, because she was leaning in then, one hand curling into the hair at the back of his head as she kissed him slow and soft, skipping past the chaste pleasantry and heading straight for the burn of passion. ]