Daenerys was blushing again, but for an entirely different reason this time: she could feel Margaery, confident and pretty Margaery, getting nervous alongside her and that had been the last thing she wanted. (Truthfully, she'd hoped that once they were alone Margaery's confidence would grow.)
So -- all right. It was time to get a bit more confident herself.
She let a hand drift to Margaery's waist, chanced a smirk. "You're being modest," she murmured.
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So -- all right. It was time to get a bit more confident herself.
She let a hand drift to Margaery's waist, chanced a smirk. "You're being modest," she murmured.