Daenerys shivered a bit as Margaery started to work at her clothing, but she was sure to keep up a slight smile in the interest of reassuring Margaery that they were positive shivers. She was happy, she just hadn't been touched like this in some time.
She'd barely even been touched like this at all, and a part of her felt like perhaps she shouldn't want it now, but she very much did.
She took in a breath when Margaery's hand found her breast, offered the slightest of nods. "You may," she whispered.
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She'd barely even been touched like this at all, and a part of her felt like perhaps she shouldn't want it now, but she very much did.
She took in a breath when Margaery's hand found her breast, offered the slightest of nods. "You may," she whispered.