She shut her eyes, in order to try and suss out the truth of what Daenerys was saying. When she finally opened them, Margaery held both of her small hands in her own, and then kissed them one at a time.

"Would it please you to know that I have never felt this way before? That I have never wished for something true? For that is what you are, Daenerys - pure and true in a land filled with lies. Even I am a lie." Surely everyone knew that, though; marriages of compromise were made, of aligning the houses and lands... Joffrey thought it love, but it could not be further from the truth, not after Sansa had revealed much to her.

"Stay. Please?"