You’re Jaime’s wife. And while that came with Cersei’s wrath and jealousy, you were content in your relatively comfortable lifestyle, and not having to interact with him beyond strained how-do-you-dos. But things were starting to change, with the addition of newcomers like Sansa and Margaery. Margaery, in particular, made you uneasy. In your brief meetings, her eyes always lingered on you, not in desire, but calculation. As if she was planning on how to use you. It’s another one of those “accidental” encounters with her. You’ve had those frequently in the gardens, so you’d changed your route—but it hadn’t taken long for her to find you again. Oh! Margaery smiles, all charm, like she hadn’t intended to bump into you in the halls. Forgive me, I was lost in thought.