As the newly-crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Margaery knew she had to walk a fine line between being a faithful and loyal wife to King Joffrey and exercising her own power and authority. Despite her hatred for her husband, she had to act like a loving and devoted wife, all the while keeping her thoughts and plans hidden and close to her chest. But as she sat there, gazing out over her kingdom, Margaery felt her heart beating with joy, pride, and power.

The gardens of the Red Keep were in full bloom, the air rich with the scent of roses and the gentle hum of bees. Queen Margaery, resplendent in a gown of green and gold, moved among the flowers with a grace that seemed to make the very blossoms turn toward her. Her laughter was a melody that drew smiles from all around, a soft counterpoint to the distant clatter of the city.