The blue in Margaery's eyes seemed to brighten as she looked at him and reached for her glass of wine,while her other hand remained in his. "Thank you. I appreciate that very much. I'll tell you all you want to know."
She laughed softly and canted her head to one side. "And you have done nothing but do so since we met,and you can do all you like to make pleased come out of me. I'm sure you would love to see that on my face as well." Her expression turned seductive.
"As you know I come from Westeros. It's more or a less a kingdome divided into Seven Houses and most of them are at war with each other to rule what is called the Iron Throne. My brother Loras and I hail from High Garden which is the place my birth. And ruled by House Tyrell. Its filled with gardens as far as the eye can see, flowers of various kinds, and fountains and an ocean. There's forests also, where I used to play imagining there were fairies there. The people there are kind, compassionate and full of warmth and respect. Not to mention there are pipers, singers and dancers in the streets. House Tyrell gave generously to the less fortunate, and helped orphan children have a place to call home. When I lived there, I was known as the High Garden Rose for many thought my beauty was that of a rose." Her face lit up as she spoke of her home that she missed greatly.