Margaery was stubborn, so if she wanted something she would not back down from it. That was what she told herself as to why she was so insistent on everything regarding Daenerys, and that it had nothing to do with the color of her hair or the softness of her skin.

"I've had many men admire me. Old men who cared little for my thoughts, young boys who cared little for anything. What I wouldn't give for someone different, though." She paused, realizing what she had just said. "Of course Joffrey is going to be my husband, and I will be faithful to him... once we are wed."

There was a slight blush on Margaery's face, that she tried to disguise before she grabbed Daenerys' arm in glee. "Wonderful! We can talk more freely, then, as well. No prying eyes around."