to rub her cunt in gentle circles, as she tentatively began to lick her arsehole.

Daenerys gaspsed. Margaery thought it meant no one had ever done such a thing for her before. She licked as though her life depended on it, which it did, and soon Daenery began to moan. Her moans turned to a long, wordless cry as she came, and Margaery was covered in a sudden flood of her juices.

She'd thought that Daenerys might fuck her with her fingers, as Cersei had done to her dear friend Taena, or worse, but once Daenerys had crawled off her, she seemed to lose interest in Margaery. "You are dismissed, Lady Margaery," she said. "Take yourself from my chambers."

Margaery dressed quickly. When she went to pour water to wash thequeen's juices from her face, the queen stopped her. "No, you will wear it. You may clean yourself in your quarters, but you will leave my presence looking and smelling like the whore you are."

Margaery curtsied deeply and took her leave. It was a long walk from the queen's chambers to her current accommodations, and she held her head high every step of the way, though she feared it had all been for nothing. The queen might have enjoyed herself in ways she hadn't before, but it had not warmed her to Margaery.

She was expecting the worst when she, her brothers, her parents, and her grandmother went before the Iron Throne to formally answer the charges against them. The queen's face was cold and pitiless as Lord Mace