Margaery was still at war within herself as to why she signed up for this to begin with. This type of thing never happened at home and if she chose for herself, she would have been exiled. Even so, this place was already different from home and she was hoping she could over come the fact she had freedom.
The voice that spoke to her interrupted her thoughts and she turned around. If someone had told her that Wyatt was handsome, she would have laughed, but seeing him standing there had her speechless.
"Yes, I am Margaery. You must be Wyatt, I presume? Are those for me?" She gestured to the flowers, a light blush on her face. That was a first. No man had ever given her flowers. She thought that was a romantic gesture.