Margaery glided up to Tommen's door. Her dress whispered around her thighs as she walked, and the night air was cool on her legs.
Jaime Lannister was leaning against the King's bedroom door. His eyes were shut in an expression of boredom, and she didn't blame him. Must be hard to go from winning wars to coddling children.
Margaery walked as silently as she could, and waited until she was barely two feet in front of him before she spoke.
"May I go in?" she asked clearly, her voice filling the night air. Jaime's eyes jerked open, and his golden hand traced the top of his sword hilt. Margaery doubted he could grip a sword with the new hand, not matter how it glimmered in the low light. He was angry that she had startled him.
"My lady," he finally said gruffly, tipping his head infinitesimally.
"Is it not 'Your Grace'?" Margaery asked, circling around him, only half-joking. His eyes did not follow her, but stared straight ahead, focused.
"Cersei is the Queen," Jaime stated, in a tone that suggested she agree.
"Yes," she replied, and kept walking. The tiles were deliciously cool on her bare feet. King's Landing was often stifling, and it was a relief to be outside in the dark for once.
"Ser, I fear you did not answer my question. May I go in?"
"What business do you have with Tommen?"
"None. Well, at least nothing official, but everyone knows we're to be married. I thought it might be nice to get to know the boy first."
"Did you?" Jaime asked dryly, still staring at a fixed point.
"Yes. I believe it does couples the world of good. Take the late King Robert and Cersei for example. No offence to your sister, but that was not what I would call a loving marriage. Wouldn't she have been better off with someone she knew, someone she trusted, even loved?"
She let her eyes linger over Jaime's. He did not look at her but he seemed to tighten himself. His hand ghosted over the top of his sword again.
She did not say anymore, but continued to pace. Maybe his gaze followed her, maybe it did not. She did not worry. He knew he understood her meaning.
It was the Lord Commander of the Kingsgueard who spoke first.
"You may speak with Tommen."
She stepped forward, and a golden hand rose into the air, the universal sign to stop.
"Only to speak, my lady."
"Ser Jaime, I wouldn't dare-" and she smiled sweetly, "corrupt our young King's innocence. I am innocent of such matters myself after all."
"Twice married now," he added.
"And twice widowed before they could be consummated," she finished strongly, and pushed the door open, striding towards the boy who was to be her third husband.