Margaery drank from her cup once more, enjoying the warmth of the fire, as the King considered her and his response. When she saw him rub at his head again she decided to give assistance, knowing if she offered first she would most likely be refused.
She placed her cup down, stood from her seat and moved to stand in front of him; briefly thinking it was a shame her outfit, and in turn her breasts, were being wasted on him. Still that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the position she was in. She placed her fingertips on either side of his head and massaged gently as she spoke, "You are the King" she told him, "Whatever you wish to do is what will be done. My father will do his duty" Margaery felt no insult, she knew her father had limited uses, his political understanding was poor and he lacked the ability to see beyond the current situation. "If you see fit to replace him once we have taken the north he will stand aside with no protest" she would ensure that herself.
She allowed herself a true smile at the mention of Olenna, "In truth grandmother would be the better choice" she agreed before leaning closer to say quietly in Renly's ear, "But she has taught her granddaughter well"