"I know you do, Robb." She said gently, leaning closer to him so they could both fit under the blanket. The cake was near finished. Margaery set the plate down near Little Robb, letting him lick up the rest. He moved quickly so that he could return to burying himself under the shawl.

Her eyes flickered to him, watching as he cleaned his own plate, her gaze lingering longer than necessary on his lips. Realizing her actions, she shifted, glancing away with a blush on her cheeks.