Daenerys flinched ever-so-slightly at that word, murmuring, "I'm not, really." Perfection was for stories, not for lost daughters of deposed royals with too-blonde hair and too-wide eyes and eerie countenances.

But it was meant as a compliment, and she understood that, so after a moment she nuzzled at Margaery's throat and added, "Thank you, though."