Margaery stepped back once again after he brushed past her, she felt a surge of irritation sweep through her. He was a king who was behaving like a child, herself and Loras knew what needed to be done and neither of them were having such a hard time dealing with it. All three could be happy and have everything they desired if they so wished. The sacrifice was small in comparison. Margaery only needed to lay with Renly until she was with child, she would not stop Loras and Renly from taking pleasure with each other during or after this time. Indeed, she was glad her brother had found someone he cared for so deeply. Margaery was queen and that was all the bedfellow she needed to ensure her pleasure.
She watched as he dressed, observing his movements in an attempt to judge his emotions and thoughts. She recognised the way he folded the robe as the way she herself had shown him before he had first gone away. She smiled at the memory.
Oh how naive he was, she thought. There was no doubt Cersei Lannister had thought similarly and the Targaryens before her, but rumor and heresay could rot a kingdom, surely he must see that.
His smirk brought her own anger to the surface, something she had learnt to contain from a young age, she pushed it down but decided to see just how strong his convictions were.
She held his gaze as she moved to stand in front of him, running her hand down his arm she took his hand and placed it over her left breast. "You must take pleasure how you feel it my lord, not by my instruction" she said against his lips before she kissed him.