Margaery had yet to stop impressing Robb. She had weathered through three marriages, one certainly had to be considered a survival based off of what little he knew of Joffery, come here and despite the confusing new world, she managed to persevere through the worst of it. He watched her and learned from that, and soon too felt just as strong as she is.

Pleased sighs caused him to buck into her hips from her delicate touches and exploration. His own fingers traced the few scars along her body, but they seemed far more delicate that his own. And it didn't matter, she was still beautiful inside and outside.