She nuzzled him again, gently blowing the hair nestled about his neck. Her eyes still hazy and blurred. The fire was dying and the lightening was lessening. The room was becoming darker, only the warmth and their breathing to help break the silence.

Margaery gives a contented sigh, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and neck. "Did you enjoy your name day?" She whispered, caressing his skin and chest.