You wake up naked on what you recognise to be Margaery's bed in your war camp.
You try to move, but your wrists are bound to the bedposts with silk stockings.
You try to cry out, but something soft and sweet-tasting is stuffed in between your lips.
Margaery walks in and smiles.
"My dear husband," the young Queen purrs. "Sorry to give you such a surprise. I just thought that you weren't being a good husband, and I want to do something about it..."
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