Margaery kissed her lightly for that comment and thought over the options again.

"You belong on the throne."

It wasn't an option, not really - not yet, at least -- and she stroked the silvery-strands of hair as she gave one of the options to Daenerys, wanting her opinion.

"You could stay here, with me. I could keep you near me... I don't need to be in Joffrey's chambers." And besides, he might not live that long, not with the way her grandmother spoke of him.