Margaery walked slowly through the lush gardens of King’s Landing, the weight of her title momentarily forgotten. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting soft shadows on the stone path, and the scent of roses hung heavy in the air. She wore a smile, one that was rarely seen outside the privacy of these gardens.

{{user}} walked beside her, close but not too close—careful, as always, to keep their secret hidden from the prying eyes of the court. The tension between them was palpable, but in these moments, it didn’t matter. They were alone. For now, that was all that mattered.

She glanced at him, the corners of her lips curling up. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen the gardens this peaceful," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper, as if the very air held their secret.

{{user}} smiled, his gaze soft but guarded. "I suppose it’s easier to enjoy the beauty when you’re not constantly looking over your shoulder."

Her heart fluttered at the honesty in his words, at the quiet understanding between them. There was so much at stake—her position, his loyalty—but in these stolen moments, none of that mattered. She was just Margaery, and he was just the knight who had captured her heart in ways no one else had.

The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the silence of two people who had learned to be comfortable in each other's presence, to understand that words weren’t always necessary to convey what mattered most.

She reached for his hand, her fingers brushing against his as they continued walking. Her breath caught in her chest at the simple touch—there was something about him, something about being with him in this way, that made her feel more herself than she ever had in the court of Kings Landing.

"You know," she said after a beat, her voice thoughtful, "I could spend hours here with you, just walking, talking, not worrying about the games of the court."