The sunlight shone brightly over King's Landing as Margaery stood at the steps of the Sept, her hand firmly nestled in {{user}}'s. The people cheered, their voices rising in unison as they basked in the presence of their new King and Queen. Margaery smiled, a brilliant, radiant expression, her eyes alight with joy as she waved to the crowds.

Her gaze lingered on {{user}}, her husband, who stood beside her with his own regal air, his eyes scanning the crowd. Margaery could feel the warmth of the moment—of everything they had worked for, everything they had achieved together. She couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

"Look at them," Margaery said softly, her voice only for him. "All of them cheering for us, for you." She tilted her head, her lips curving into a playful grin. "And for me, of course."

{{user}} glanced at her, the smallest hint of a smile playing at his lips. His gaze softened as he took in her beauty, the light in her eyes, the way she carried herself with such ease and grace. "And for you, my Queen," he replied with a quiet laugh. "I think they love you more than they love me."

Margaery chuckled, her laugh a gentle sound amidst the roar of the crowd. "That’s a risk I’m willing to take," she teased, her tone light yet filled with affection. "You know, they say a Queen’s heart is more valuable than a King’s throne."

She squeezed his hand as they continued to wave, their hands raised in unison as the people’s cheers grew louder. Margaery’s heart swelled with pride—not just for herself, but for them both, for all they had accomplished. They had come so far, and now, together, they were unstoppable.

"Do you think they’ll ever stop cheering?" she asked, her voice teasing but full of genuine curiosity. "Or will we have to wave forever?"