Her smile faded slightly and she let the back of her hand lightly touch Daenerys' cheek as she studied her. Was that warmth on her face? Who was she thinking of?

"But you trust me. Don't you?"

Margaery let her hand rub back and forth on her cheek, trying to calm as well as enjoying the feel. She caught herself after a moment, pulling back only because she did not wish to look so... forward in public.

"Come, tell me who has put that blush on your face? Surely there was someone other than me who recognized your beauty...?"