Daenerys gasped, she couldn't help it. Had it really been so long since she'd known this sort of tenderness? And this was different even still, there had always been an urgency with Jon and this, this luxuriated, this was soft and sweet and good, this felt suddenly like the rightest thing in the whole world.

In fact she couldn't explain why, exactly, but she knew it with a certainty.

"Thank you," she whispered back, because what else was she to do, really? Almost reverently, she brushed fingertips over Margaery's cheekbone, took in the details of her pretty face.

Only when that had been done did she move back in for another, oh-so-slightly deeper kiss.