"Never have I seen such anything so beautiful," Margaery said dreamily, running her tiny fingers through her soft brown locks. She was leaning over the golden stones covered with vines, looking down upon the Blackwater Bay. The sun was shining on her face, making her look like the Maiden embodied, but more beautiful.

"Yes, the dragons are magnificent," Daenerys replied, her violet eyes gleaming with pride as she watched her dragons soar across the sky. A beautiful, long awaited sight.

"Yes they are a marvelous sight, but I was talking about you, My Queen." Margaery smiled that wickedly alluring smile, and her chocolate brown eyes met Dany's, looking gold in the light. She wore a tight, revealing gown of greens, golds and reds.

"You are too kind, I think, Lady Margaery. Especially when you yourself are lovelier than all the roses in Highgarden." Daenerys kept her eyes locked with Margaery's.

Margaery moved closer, running her hands down Daenerys arm. She smelled of roses and flowers and nature, but roses the most. "I speak the truth, your grace. I am here to please you."

Another one of those smiles. Is this why everyone melts at her feet, because she is so seductive?

"You have pleased me well already, winning me the favor of the people of King's Landing." Margaery nuzzled her face into Daenerys' warm neck, smelling the long strands of silver-white hair. "And your people from The Reach."

"It was an easy task, with a young queen so beautiful, Your Grace," she whispered, sliding her hand down the back of Daenerys' lavender gown.

"Lady Margaery, I fear there are too many spiders in this magnificent garden…"

"Yes Your Grace. The sneakiest devils, and the worst dangers often lie behind great beauty."

Is she referring to herself as well?

Margeary moved slightly behind Daenerys, wrapping an arm tightly around Daenerys' shapely waist. The sunlight was shining on the both of them as they watched the sun begin to set. Margaery put her head over Daenerys' shoulder, and Daenerys pushed back against Margaery.

"It's all yours, Your Grace. As grand and beautiful as you. The people could not ask for a better Queen."

Margaery was right. Daenerys had come so far, and now it was all hers. All. She was in ecstasy.

Daenerys turned to face the Tyrell girl, their faces just inches apart. She stroked Margaery's curls and smiled, "Come Lady Margaery, let's continue this discussion in my chambers. Nightfall will be upon us soon."